Meet Bakel (pronounced Vhak-lah!). In her boyfriend's tunnel-vision of love, she epitomizes the sole gigil-incentive of life: she is composed of so much such that he can't stop pinching and grabbing her. Like a tisay stuffed toy, she tries to defy his cuteness-induced adrenalin, and she screams over and over:ano bah? tama na. naiinis na ko. But her grumbling complaints fail to reach his love-muffled hearing, and so she remains stuffed. When Bakel is not asleep, she tries to stand for some kinda truth and for the uncurtailed freedom of taste along Ayala corner Buendia Avenue.
Rochelle
You will find Rochelle simply stunning. You won't be able to help it, when you witness her bare white arms: "Wow, legs!" you scream appreciatively, within a ten-feet blast radius, making everyone turn and look at the spectacle. Like a flash of light, her right arm slams into your innocent world, and the world suddenly becomes fuzzy, spins to a daze, and you are simply stunned. On her less violent days, when her arms are hidden, you can't put a finger on why she's beautiful. Maybe she just is, in a quiet sort of way. Or maybe, just maybe, you are rightfully afraid that your world will end when you tell her the wrong thing. Mind that blast radius.
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