At that time of the day, it was as if the shadows were playing with it. It had certain angles when it looked threatening and eerie, and iIf you changed positions, it would look hilarious.
A view from the top right corner would make it look solitary and sad, as if it were left by it’s mess. The angle at which I view it makes the shadows long and narrow, as if it were standing on a lone desert dune watching the sun, its only companion in its soliloquy, set in the horizon.
The sadness which the shadows project on it makes me want to shed tears, but again shifting positions draws out terror in my heart for when I bring it at eye-level, it is suddenly looks imposing and dominating, as if Genghis Khan were standing right in front of me, waving his sword about.
The crushing jolt of my imagination startles me and forces me to take a few steps backward. I behold a new view from where I stand. It’s shadows fall to it’s left side, as if it were standing on a podium, forcing its audience to listen as it makes it voice heard.
The shadows work its magic on the table and makes the roughness of its surface look as if there were a sea of people shouting their support at the top of their lungs. I am instantly awed by this display of power and furtherance.
I hesitantly take a few steps closer and observe the smooth white surface of it, the rounded white surface that’s making it quite enticing. I reach into my bag and finger the meager sachet, containing the brown liquid that would amplify its smack to a fullness that would satisfy even the burliest, paunchiest of individuals.
My great craving enslaves me once again, as I grab it with a savageness that peons experience during meal time. I brutally force the flimsy sachet open and ruthlessly force the liquid onto it. I wolf down on it in less than a couple of minutes and flush it down with a glass of Gatorade.
So much for that siopao.
Inspired by a friend, who told me a story about the notorious siopao~
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hmmmm i bet this was from 7-11?lolz
dumaan lang po.
Allow me to borrow a phrase from Sting that goes like, “Know no one knocked upon my door, for a thousand years or more. All made up no where to go, welcome to this one man show. Just take a seat they’re always free, no suprise no mystery. In this theatre that I call my soul,I always play the starring role.” You really needed that siopao keys. Hahaha! And i suggest you get yourself a decent blowjob too. Nyak nyak nyak. Two thumbs up keysi!!
nagutom ako don ah…siopaoooo..awww
reminds me of a very special friend…
liyam: Kowloon itoh~ hehe
rina: thanks for dropping by~
hambolsos: salamat~
eca: milagrosa ka na ngayon? hehe~ may special friend ka na siopao?
anak ng siopao naman o.
siomai naman sunod.
hehe.
malmal: titingnan ko. ang hirap gawan ng kwento eh.
Nice site keysi!!! You made this?
fionaski: thanks for dropping by fiona. yep, i made this
ahhh ito pala website mo.. asan na ung asado?
hi kuya…..nice website…f i hav enuf tym,i’l read everthing here..Godbless!!!!its my bday on monday………gift ko ha….
mingming laman nun, nii-san!~ hahahahahahaha!
feed: andito!
salamat sa pagpunta.
jasper: sige greet kita.
First time to visit the site, made a huge impression. Goodjob and keep it up KC!
infested_overmind: salamat po sa pagdaan. sino po ulit sila?
Kapamilya sir… *winks* Regards sa Lean Shift peeps
Me karugtong pa kaya ung asado?
feed, mukhang malabo. did you like the story?
Thanks for dropping by. Like your writings too
yep. liked it a lot. gusto kong kumain ng siopao sa tuwing nababasa ko ‘to. pero mas gusto ko na ngayon ung isang post mo… ung risks and wishes lol
wahehehe. ano ba feedback? kelangan ko ng feedback eh.
tash: thanks for the comment.
ung asado gusto ko dahil nagawa mong magkwento tungkol sa isang napaka karaniwang bagay tulad nang isang siopao *takam* na parang hindi siya siopao ngunit parang ganun na rin. ang gulo koooo. I like the style. Making something special outta an everyday thing. Yung sa risks… sapol ako nun eh bwahahahahahaha ganda rin nun… parang nangyari talaga sa u. o baka nangyari nga. lol
feed: kasi yung future-editor ng future-novel ko, nagkwento. sabi daw, if you can write a 300-word essay on something like siopao, then you can be a good writer daw. nakow. hindi ko nga alam kung papasa to dun sa critiques nya eh. parang malabo eh.
about the other artic, well, it’s supposed to be fictional. but i think you get my drift na. 
well, it’s *supposed* to be
it just reminds me of… harharhar