Post by duke1 on Aug 15, 2009 3:43:40 GMT -8
Dear Reader ---
A gossip, a gossip, a gossip. Is there anything more exciting, more interesting . . . or more utterly moronic?
It has reached This Author's ears that a mysterious identity emerged earlier this month that baffled the ton. A cyber personality named Sai. Report has it, that this Sai embarked upon an emotional affection over 2A's freshest face, Mr. Reich Oquendo. (This Author has difficulty entering this site, for it is the first time)
And in truth, the recent renewal of interest in this Sai's identity has grown disturbing. Friends are turning against friends, seniors against junior, all in the futile attempt to solve an insolvable secret. Furthermore, the sleuthing of the ton has grown downright disturbing to This Author's patience.
First, Mr./Ms. Athletic's (This author vows not to drop names, of course with the exemption of Reich, who is beyond obvious) teasy accusation that Sai is also This Author. Last week's was Mr./Ms. Technopath's twisted accusation. The next injury comes from the scrutinizing confrontation of Mr./Ms. Blah-blah-blah, making a fruitless demand. And worst of all, the ton has grown a questioning eyes and a weighing mind. This Author knows irritation. Indeed, very disturbing.
It is a sentimental heart that i write this words. This Author assures you with bated breath and tone of veracity, Dearest Reader, that although Reich has a smile that can light up a hospice . . . I AM NO SAI . . . and will never be.
To Sai: My congratulations is in you. You really know how to stir the ton out of there shell. Trust me. This Author knows of someone who nearly gone from insanity just to uncover YOU. Remain hidden.
To Reich: This Author has no words for you.
To the ton: Do your worst, ladies and gentlemen. You haven't a prayer of guessing this right. May be you can use the scientific way of solving a problem like Einstein used to do. Sai might be secretly smiling at you now or worst of all, laughing behind your back.
Everybody has secrets.
Ryan Mopal's Journal, 14th of August, 2009
A gossip, a gossip, a gossip. Is there anything more exciting, more interesting . . . or more utterly moronic?
It has reached This Author's ears that a mysterious identity emerged earlier this month that baffled the ton. A cyber personality named Sai. Report has it, that this Sai embarked upon an emotional affection over 2A's freshest face, Mr. Reich Oquendo. (This Author has difficulty entering this site, for it is the first time)
And in truth, the recent renewal of interest in this Sai's identity has grown disturbing. Friends are turning against friends, seniors against junior, all in the futile attempt to solve an insolvable secret. Furthermore, the sleuthing of the ton has grown downright disturbing to This Author's patience.
First, Mr./Ms. Athletic's (This author vows not to drop names, of course with the exemption of Reich, who is beyond obvious) teasy accusation that Sai is also This Author. Last week's was Mr./Ms. Technopath's twisted accusation. The next injury comes from the scrutinizing confrontation of Mr./Ms. Blah-blah-blah, making a fruitless demand. And worst of all, the ton has grown a questioning eyes and a weighing mind. This Author knows irritation. Indeed, very disturbing.
It is a sentimental heart that i write this words. This Author assures you with bated breath and tone of veracity, Dearest Reader, that although Reich has a smile that can light up a hospice . . . I AM NO SAI . . . and will never be.
To Sai: My congratulations is in you. You really know how to stir the ton out of there shell. Trust me. This Author knows of someone who nearly gone from insanity just to uncover YOU. Remain hidden.
To Reich: This Author has no words for you.
To the ton: Do your worst, ladies and gentlemen. You haven't a prayer of guessing this right. May be you can use the scientific way of solving a problem like Einstein used to do. Sai might be secretly smiling at you now or worst of all, laughing behind your back.
Everybody has secrets.
Ryan Mopal's Journal, 14th of August, 2009
