Catie, Lyca, and Patty while walking along Mwalk suddenly came across with Miss Christy:

Catie&Patty: Hi Miss!

Lyca: Miss tapos na consultation nyo?

Miss Christy: HINDI MAGYOYOSI AKO. (Going toward William Hall Direction)

Catie: (Thinking... San kaya sya magyoyosi? hahaha)

AGNOSTIC

(On a Thursday afternoon, when every smoker finds refuge within the dusty premises of Agno, three girls sat on three monoblock chairs. Those are Lyca, Gillian and Catie. The weather drains the remaining energy that was left from the girls. While eating dimsum and a few pieces of candies, Lyca suddenly spoke out of randomness)

LYCA
(uttered while chewing a small quantity of beef dimsum)
"You know what, our friend is Agnostic".
CATIE
( eyes widened in surprise)
"Really?"
GILLIE
(Puzzled with the topic)
"He's always here?"

(A sudden scream of laughter were blurted out by the girls)

Secret Life of a Cellphone

I am the hope of the Generation, at least for the youth. I am everyone's favorite decoy. I can be anything and anyone for as long as I keep my identity within my keypads. I come in different varieties!!

I feel so loved, so needed! Who else would sleep beside you but me? Who else would make you smile but me? My ring tone is the greatest symphony in your ears. Many couples ended up together because of me. I am the merchant of contemporary courtship and many Casanovas are crippled by my absence.

In a daily basis, my life is very stressful. Having to endure hundreds of messages in my poor little system is really nerve-wracking. My dilemma worsened when Unlimited Text messaging is invented. Never there has been a free time, recess was never mentioned in my vocabulary and my keypads are always bruised because of this never-ending text messaging. I used to find solace during my battery-empty moments but people are just too cruel to use me even in my siesta time.

But after all my services, people will just trade me for a much newer model. And the rest of my clan will remain phased-out.

Secret Life of a Wall clock

I have been with humans for as long as I can remember but still, I can't understand them. People hate me because my hands move too slow, but they're going to blame me for being too fast when they are having fun.

I love numbers but I couldn't get past through the number 12.
I am the best distraction. People couldn't concentrate on what they are doing when they see me-- during exams, meetings, class discussions, etc.
I am the center of attention and people always notice me, but I am still wondering why I remain as a wall flower.
I leave a mark on every wall I go.

Sun rises, sun sets, my life has always been a cycle of de javus. Even when I stop my hands from moving, I know I am still correct twice a day.

I have something that even the richest man couldn't buy-- TIME.
I control it in my hands. And that, my dear, is why I am richer than anyone else.

Secret Life of a USB

I used to be expensive, now I'm cheap. Everyone can buy me now.

I give humans the best service I could ever give: I carry heavy-loaded files and kept them to myself for the longest time, I don't even mind not being safely removed from my comfort zone! But they wouldn't consider scanning threats before exiling me into a new place to prevent me from being contaminated with viruses. And worst part is, they're gonna hate me for that! It's not may fault that some random freak invented that virus!!

I have a lot of fears. I am afraid of horses, cookies, worms and trackers. Those things have really bad effects on me. Horses eat all my files leaving me with a long-term amnesia. Cookies are not yummy after all. Worms, I don't even know why I have worms in my body. I need to purge them out I might have a hard time digesting my files. And lastly, those trackers are actually getting into my nerves!! What's there to track after all?

Now, who says I am not problematic?