[/caption]"One can never live without love. It's like a farmer to his precious farm: he wakes up every morning just to tend and harvest his crops. No farm, no farmer, eh? Stop asking these sort of questions, Paulo. Wait, are you in love?!"
- Dr. Mazen El Serganny, Cardio-Thoracic Surgery Registrar
No, Doctor Mazen. I'm not in love.
I was doing my usual nursing routine when the aforementioned doctor asked why I was radiating differently than usual. Clearly, my hair was in its usual erected state, my uniform wasn't that polished as always and my demeanor was in its customary madness. Why the sudden remark from such a notable individual? Am I that radiant? Or its just me and my beloved paranoia?
No. Seriously. I am, as we speak, not IN LOVE with anyone in particular. Its just that I suddenly found myself in a situation wherein I tend to smile for no apparent reason. Yes, it does sound crazy and immature. But I do! Memories keep flooding my gray matter that curiously make my neurons go berserk! Madness! Absolutely madness, indeed!
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[/caption]I remember the very first time I ate a McDonald's Apple Pie. My mother asked what I would have for dessert after a very long walk to Quiapo Church. Being the curious whore that I am, I pointed the infamous Apple Pie and decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to try something new. Unfortunately, it was a complete disaster: the hot mixture burned my sinful tongue and the entire pie fell on my carefully pressed pants. The end.
By some twist of fate, I found out that eating the prior pie was a heavenly act. Each bite will drive any individual to abdominal orgasm accompanied by a severe drive for more. In addition, the dash of cinnamon creates an unimaginable sensation that'll seriously make your mouth water like the Nile river! This is way too much! Grrrr. I WANT ONE! NOW!
You're like an apple pie to me; hot, steamy and utterly heaven. At first, the thought of placing your carefully crafted crust inside my sensitive lips was utterly disgusting and clearly unacceptable. But, as each day passed, I've learned to appreciate your very essence: the distinct apple and cinnamon mixture. Crispy, sweet and absolutely tempting.
Can I have you "To Go"? Please?
Apple Pie, anyone?
