I almost forgot to give my reason about why I called this blog “My Boogers.” Well, I don’t want to appear a bit sentimental here, so instead of saying the gooey “my friends,” I’d rather call them my boogers. They’re good boogers, they don’t mess with my nose hairs that’s why. They just like to stick around my nose holes and hear me breathe. I fondle them and they play a very important part during my past time.
This is Dominic. He’s friends with the electricity. He talks to them and about them everyday at school. He’s fond of fixing things, men’s stuff, gadgets. I sometimes wonder what his fingers think everytime he does his job and projects. Well, like his fingers, he’s not a noisy guy. My friend once said he’s cool to be with because he doesn’t complain everytime the whole boogers go out somewhere else even if we don’t know where to go exactly. You got me there?
Anyway, Dominic’s silent but fun. You just have to talk to him so you’d get the fun. Just talk when you’re with him. If he doesn’t start the talking, just wait. If, after a few minutes, he still doesn’t talk, wait some more. One minute. If nothing happens, then perhaps he doesn’t really want to talk because if he does, he could have already talked to you two minutes after you waited for him to do the talking. Okay? And he definitely loves spaghetti. And all kinds of food. As I said, he doesn’t complain. He even accepts good leftovers just as long as it’s still good to go. To his belly.
Peter Paul. But we’re fond of calling him simply Pipoy. He’s a mathematics genius, he’s quite serious in his teaching profession now. Does it very seriously with his high school sophomore students in a secondary education school somewhere in Davao. He wears his name plate now: he’s a student teacher yet.
Like his brother (Dominic), he’s also a bit silent. When he is, he reads your mind. Yes, just did that to me one time when we were practicing for our church choir. I wasn’t saying anything when he suddenly whispered, “You sure are pissed off.” I was at that time and nobody seemed to notice it except him. He reads minds. I sometimes get scared of this man.
And when he snores, you’ll surely find trouble sleeping. He drowses off easily and then he doesn’t care what happens around him anymore. He’s already there, in his dreams. We were watching Die Hard 4 in a movie house with Fritz and when we looked at him, he was looking back at us with the same eyes he has in this picture.
To be continued.
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