STORY (about, of, on, in) OF LOVE
By: Iris P. Concepcion

I was picking a star the other night explaining that those who can't own expensive toys can point at any twinkling object up THERE and it is his/hers for free. This was rubbed on to me by my imaginary kids who are very confident in speaking their minds, to wit: "I am going to build this park with ponds filled with giraffes (not literally swimming on the ponds but walking---they are tall after all---I need to stress that it is a huge, huge pond---you can then deduce that the park is equally humungous), with water up to their necks, walking as they are like rubber duckies but only, live rubber duckies).

Therefore, I looked up and said: "That's mine!" addressing a lone blinking star that twinkled exquisitely.

It should have been : "Hey star, you are mine!"

I also spoke with a girl whose boyfriend, on the brink of screaming for having such a swishing partner, ("She is very reliable. You can rely on her NOT to keep her promise") sought my company for advice.

I asked this girl, nay a woman, who had experienced dreamy nights lately with todpoles entering her body like patches of valor ("Look hon, am a toad!") why she keeps the crazy lines upbeat for grape harvesting but goes to the wall after and pastes herself there like a still ornament.

"He does not admit it but he likes it that way I suppose. He copes by farting."

"Huh?" this well-coiffed inquisitor who I am portraying with laughter since I hate being coiffed, queried in a wondering tone.

She went on : "If he hates you, he wouldn't smash your face or balls. He wouldn't even show his d**ck to announce that he's got the longest piss. He will just crawl into your system. When you are hitting your best shots for survival which is your manifestation of insecurity and misplaced arrogance, after everything derogatory, foul, irksome or otherwise had been said, he will give you the privilege of allowing you to hear his one huge fart. That means he doesn't like what he had heard or he doesn't really like you. He wouldn't even touch your food. His friends do the same."

I, the portraying self, just burped and went out, but not after asking the girl "and you still love him?"

"Are you crazy? Of course you dumb s**t!"

I stood there, aghast and luminous and impressed and amazed (if these three combinations are possible in one facial expression). And thats the exact twist of this meeting.