By: Iris P. Concepcion
You know why I extremely adore the reason (or venom) of deconstructing the hushed sanctity of status quos? (Lame question from myself). It is the sweet truth behind the explosive realities that always prove to be funnier than even the weirdest things I could ever conjure up.
Almost similar to that night when I only had P50 on my wallet; I experienced the best theater bloom-of-bursts that I slept with a huge cheshire smile on my lips when I went home after being served that superb visual meal. I am always very transparent when I am bored. Yelling obscenities at me ain't a steal, it shows off the stagnant hahahahaha of the 50's and above, potbellied and implanting halitosis entities as a wicked rebound. Where is the relevancy even in parody form? They do not even understand THAT so why take the bait. I am going to be so creamed by the eternally smart Egg here.
But on to the meat.
These naive, innocent faces of the celluloid might have thought I would not talk back when they act like falling stars of the hangers-on (I am not impressed, they do not even look like materials for writing----very plain and uniform----my nephew has better aesthetics than your shitty wigs. Sleeping with an executive is NOT talent honey, it is slutty crabbiness--do not even fight me on my level, you are being dictated on; I act on my own. Try to curb your stupid elbow inside your mouth young woman---your paramour could use it for better use. See? That is how you talk trash: do not do it on me, you'll just lose face: do not look at me with those weepy eyes either, it is fake as your hair. You have been doing this for already a protracted period of time, the step on the jeepney ride in Davao City, damn you, kid, do not do that to writers like me) and try to numb you from the great wakeboarding action in a prior-prone flooded street.
I hope the smash talk of an elder woman shut your dirty mouth off. Learn from that.
Yeah, I still see them ratters (my weird mice Beatles) doing stupid stuff and I laugh. Pointed hair, real fat teddies: that's where your money should be going. They are easier to please too. I mean, they could try eating off from golden forks but they do it like it is blase, not worth a paragraph of chat. When they serve you the most luscious sweetened banana in the universe though, that gives more oommpph than anything else and you get an experience. When everyone is getting their excessive smorgasbord of innards and cow's tails, they just bring this small deli container with yoghurt on them without talking and I go : "Sh***, aren't they hungry?"
Anyway: I am into sports right now. Soccer especially.
No. Sepak Takraw.
Two boys got my attention for their uncanny ability to act as if they are not acting at all. Perhaps they had gotten so much bad press before that they could not truly navigate their "live" art into true form. Their bravery is this....how do I put this one out: it is their ability to say, "shit this is scary" but they keep on winning the top jobs nonetheless. Yes, it is this admission of frailty that exactly makes them strong. And thus far: the only ones who stood up (what a lonely job perhaps) against the real goings-on in our little "nice-cup-and-kettle" lives. If they say they want to watch films for the pure love of it, you'd believe them already.
They follow directions thoroughly and that is a welcome attitude given the propensity to just roll in with the punches when walls go stomping down as if we are worthless.
Are we in a better State? Yes, I believe. Because of Sepak Takraw.
Young one better stage singer. Older one, better "live" art habitue.
Sister is however, the best banter carrier. There's that laugh. Like my wicked nephew.