ON TAILING
By Iris P. Concepcion



I have felt riding up high and it was great.

I tried travelling by water and had altercations with people who insist on doing it the dirty way. I did not like the experience except for myself munching my sitsiryas with names like FluteS and Cheez and Chips.

I had been shoved (the clumsiness of elbowing me, brazen like losers, thinking that I could not hit back---I simply shoved them back) even when I fall in line, shouted at, harassed (chooo) and I can only mutter: What are they talking about?

Someone texted me: " Natakot ka na? TNT ka na." The source is obvious. They had been exposed like some draconian plastics and they got angry. What I know is, it is still comfortable doing the right thing and being with the unpretenders. I had been honed enough to know who my TRUE friends are. Sealed.

Did I tell you about the Good Friday experience? Everyone was merry. Easter was sullen. The people in the procession were made to choose between Mary and Jesus. Mary was the bomb--even the males were following her. They did not mind being called gays for choosing the woman way. Hahaha.

I pity these snoops actually. I always ask: Why?

They are ascribing this to people they want me to hate but I know who were with me in my journey. I was with with them and the opposite rings true. I am not friends with entities whose mongering crawls like worms in the bucket of scarves. I really am astounded by their lack of creativity except talking. I think I know the price equivalents to that already.

My films are great. Wow. And they called themselves writers. I weep for their waterlooed cover-ups. And they plagiarize? The avowed great options to work? Ahhhhh, protect thy self from the yacking wares. I had heard too much to likewise poetize too much.

I have experienced the wily wiles they so willingly impose since they had been bumped off. Perhaps they did not like the poems that hit them? I was mouthing the verses with glee. Yes, they truly got mad and like lowlifes do, got bitter. I simply looked at them. Why stoop down to people whose rudeness engulf their abs with muscles so hard? They shut up with my explaining leaflets. They wanted to chaff me from my people; I even got closer with them. I think they liked my buzzes on their cheeks. Their eyes just got rounder I suppose.

Again: Dalai Lama. Rule of the universe.

I just did the opposite when they were physically pushing myself (they failed). I simply placed things in front of them and watched television. Someone brought in the movies and I laughed in my slumber.

The pictures finally shown here are the pictures I wanted to post earlier.

The first is the tastiest sisig I have tasted in my whole life.

The 2nd one is a familiar sight; I usually see this visage when I walk around. It is here where I saw some of my writing inspirations. The third one is the restaurant where the best sisig was served. See the spaceship lights above: inspiring. The next pic is the hefty girl who wore panties instead of a bikini in a seashore.

The last one I love for its parody. The cow walked out of that massive tree and straight-eyed, with its long eyelashes, spoke to me: MAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR.

I do not need a budget when all the forces of nature campaign with the very efficient moooo for a greater Philippines.