i think you're an onion

tried to sleep early for the first time this week. snuggled under layers of blankets with an old book and tried to make the most out of the fact that my roommate wasn't around yet to criticize me for sleeping so early when i had three deadlines looming over my head.

i was successful, for two hours at least. a little past eleven, i woke up to the sound of several hundreds, no, thousands of frogs croaking. they say frogs croak because they're in heat. if that were true, then there must've been one hell of an orgy outside my window last night.

anyway, i started texting a friend who seemed to have learned how to text a whole lot faster. since we had an easy conversation going on, i stood up from the bed and started studying in between message.

i digress. what has onion got to do with it?

well, i tried paying him a compliment by saying that he was an onion. he took offense, saying that onions are rough on the outside an quite smelly. told him doreen (fernandez) would agree with me when i say an onion is a pretty good thing: it can make you cry but the tears are worth it; you cook it long enough and it turns sweet; you can have it raw, half-cooked, cooked all the way through, breaded, ginisa, etc. etc. can you imagine a whole lot of dishes without the onion?

no, right?

no matter ho much i tried telling him how an onion is a good thing, he kept saying it wasn't. his last line (fell asleep so was unable to reply anymore) was, "no one wants to be an onion."

i do. and i'm betting there are a couple of people out there who'd want to be my onion cause you don't want the title.