Ever watched Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window or the recent homage to it, DJ Caruso’s Disturbia? For those of you who did, you might be reminded of either film with my recent paparazzo yield. Not that someone got killed, but someone got photographed from my stealthy if cobweb-laden vantage point, the first man I consider handsome since I moved in two weeks ago to a boarding house adjacent to a billiards hall. (A side note: a friend from UST actually found my new place just by describing “‘yun pong maraming libro” to my general neighborhood.) Now my personal plot would have bordered on pornographic plagiarism if the seeming unwitting guy decides to gaze back and, like the cockteaser that my fancy insists him as, to flash his family jewels. Harang!
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