Opinions Questions Mga Nobela at Kwento

But how will our opinion help you? The inspector heaved a sigh of impatience. ‘I am a practical person, not the kind who imagines things or fancies them. I don’t need your opinion.’ He paused and smiled. ‘All I ask of you two is to accompany me while I question the others. I want to make sure that everyone speaks honestly. Your presence should inhibit them from concocting cock and bull stories, because you are aware of what has been happening here. That is all I want. No opinions.’ He smiled sarcastically and dropped heavily on the chair. He pulled out his notebook and wrote:

"What do you hate about the country?" How many times had I blinked at Ma'am Juliet's question. My org mates told me, we're going to deal with a pressing question, most probably regarding current affairs or news— I expected them to hear facts from me. But ... I didn't know they would ask for my opinion which was very ... Subjective in nature. "Yes?" "Yes?" Sir Romeo smirked at me. "Is that how a debater should answer once asked a question?"

“What are you doing?” “Stopping myself from doing something you're not sure about.” “What's that supposed to mean?” I don't try to hide the annoyance in my voice. He sits on the couch and I sit upright, looking at him like he had lost his mind. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He throws another bomb at my face. It explodes and leaves pieces of my brain all over the place. Same with my thoughts. “I… I don't understand. Why are you asking my opinion on that? I thought myself and the other girls are just here to pleasure you however they want.”

"I don't let other's opinions of me dictate everything I do-" "I don't mean it like that, I just mean..." Liviana sighs, searching for the words. "Their opinions can change the entire trajectory of our lives." "What..." Violet shakes her head, taking a breath as she asks what Liviana meant. "A thought that someone has doesn't effect us, Livi. It's just an opinion. A judgement. One outlook over billions-"

"Though, I can agree to tell you with one stipulation." My heart rate quickened instantly. What stipulation could it be? "So?" He pressed. "Are you okay with it?" “How very clever of you to exploit such weaknesses in people.” “Ain't that charming?” He joked. “This is the world of power; if you don't want to moth, then be the fire that burns them all.” His humour was too dark for me to make meaning out of it. “Does my opinion really matter to you?” The question sounded so simple, yet the meaning it contained was way deeper.

One of the worst things to deal with is people with biased opinions. When the judge asked if I had any comments or questions, I decided against asking the questions that had been plaguing my mind. If he did what he wanted without giving thought to how it would affect me, what good would searching for answers do? I also learned from experience that, with Rogerio, ignorance is truly bliss.

He exhales and turn to me "I mean, is the person's opinion important to you?" "Her? Of course not. I don't even care if she got home safely. In fact, I wish her severe diarrhea on her wedding day" He bursts into laughter,and I join him "So, why does her opinion matter?" My shoulders drop "I see. You think you being fat is a problem or ugly" The heavy weight returns back to my chest "I used to think having ginger curly hair and freckles made me look ugly."

she said mimicking those people. “Some would even tell me that they could never do such a thing,” she said. “Well, that was just rude. They are not you so they shouldn’t make such comments,” I said, and she nodded. “But I do have a question for you,” I said, and she looked at me curiously. “Are you happy?” I asked her and she smiled before nodding. “Then people’s opinions shouldn’t matter at all, as long as you are happy then they can go and fuck themselves,” I said which made her chuckle.