ETCETERA
By: Iris P. Concepcion

Envy is the root of all bad romances.

Guess what ponks, I am number ONE!

The Oscar was handed down while I am eating shark's fin from a little tea house of someone who can make all of you look super silly. Fast and furious face, the most luscious butt in town bested all behinds in this awesome butt-fest!

Guffaws, kisses, deliberate owling of eyes (your undies peeked out like a lunatic fired off from asylum---ewwww). Better other, in incognito chase with the partner, simply sat down and won the scepter.Groupies still need training; awful mention of your tagline. Harris my a**. Good-looking but with bad direction.Stop feigning tears, you weenie.

Now:

I am trying to keep my face straight but I did a brave thing. It is tough when you are looking for someone you want to tease your hair with while everyone in the universe pretends his phone does not exist. It is for my keeping but I desisted. I love endless suspense.I never realized I was once with weird people.

I am chasing a dream and I am going to get it. Paste the bill on the chair. Superior communique, ever.

Children round up, and they're all pretty cute and professional and magnificent.