Of things better left said and done

I have gone quite wary of guessing what is going on in the Metropolita-noggin. People emote one specific thing, yet totally churn out an unrelated mind-boggling concept. Task after task, every syllable hangs on for dear life: It has been used in another lie in one form or another.

They mean well, but would exhaust every possible measure not to shell out that extra peso for the jeepney driver. Acquaintances lie, cheat and backstab, yet at dinner parties their porcelain teeth hide their shame for being so feckless that morning. Friends sleep with married men, lie about their lives, and go on being addicted to drama.

Please, just give me a break.

Being the supposed children of God that we are, we sure screwed up brain-and-mouth coordination.

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I miss going out to the beach, with the sun frying my skin to bacon. Bottled time would be such a commodity, much like that shower gel you grease yourself with preluding each happy-happy-joy-joy occasion.

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I offer my prayers to Philip, Jan, and Mapi, who have received their grades in their law colleges.