HAPPY EASTER AND EGG HATCHING
By: Iris P. Concepcion

I often wonder, scratching my chin, if I have friends in this world.

(Pause. Pause. Sigh. Smile.)

I think I have. I did not know they are just as diverse as the rainbow.

The mass is my new movie theater. I laughed at my wits' stupidity when them kids again scattered flowers from nowhere. Entrance with drama; exits with aplomb. Maria de Leon is the name of the bus station near to me. What a cameo it was. Just like as it was written in The Hand book.

Aside from my favorite priest, he sired another underling who, on cue, improvised the dramatics of the soul by grabbing the mic and did his spiel. On the spot. Yes, my God, that face needs protection. Too damn gorgeous to get wasted on heckling and mouth brawls.

I am healed already; it was just hilarious though.

I know now why David slayed Goliath. He knows how to have fun. 1 peso and 1 million is just one and the same with him. I get my floss from a marshmallow and David is showing his butt to prove I am correct. I had the most atrocious piece of pizza and it looked bad, like a mess. When I tasted it, it was like a universal melting of palate heaven. That was fun.

I am from Stanford University and closes my eyes without a bed.

In the face of adversity: BRAVERY!

Hmmmmm, I coined that myself. Would look good on a shirt.

Reminder to everyone: GOD OWNS THE CITY.