Hateful kiss

One of the many things I do not like in this life is a wet kiss. I love to kiss and be kissed. Kissing per se is my favorite. I just hate a wet kiss.

One of the many reasons I do not like a wet kiss is the result it causes to my once clean and clear face. Women I know, women I do not know, i.e., those I meet in the streets, I ride with in trains with their boyfriend, in malls, in theaters…

To be honest, many times I felt like I wanted to commit suicide. I asked myself: "am I owned by the public? Do not have I the right to live a normal life?" For sure, I do not look like a statue of a saint because, for one, I move. Second, according to my mother, I am more handsome than they are. People kiss and adulate only statues. Why make me an exception--I move?!

Based on that ground alone, women should stay away from me. Surprisingly, those same qualities draw them nearer.

Let it be clear that I only complain about wet kisses. I do not mind besobeso.

I have resigned to my fate as the most kissable. Even the persons close to me, my cousins and friends, who should have a healthy contempt for me, could not help it.

But, by being close to me, I give the the privilege. (Talk about nepotism). I simply do not complain. But I do complain about them kissing wet the picture I gave them.

You see, a picture is easily destroyed by liquid. Is not saliva a liquid? I have to have my pictures taken almost every week so I have something to distribute like alms to my loved ones who beg them from me.

Cousin: "JP, give me another of your picture. The one you gave me is erased."

Me: "Why erased, ate?"

Cousin: "I keep on kissing it, it got destroyed by liquid."

Me: "God great, ate. How many times have you asked for my picture?"

Cousin: "JP, please, do not get angry. Just can’t help but kiss you when I see your face."

Me: "God be great, ate. I am sure you are aware that you are not the only cousin who ask pictures from me."

Cousin: "JP, here. Take this one thousand pesos. Go have a picture taken for me--please?"

Me: "Ate, it is not about money. It is about me going every week to the studio. I have done almost all the poses and the photographers are fast becoming allergic to me, ate."

Cousin: "JP, please…"

With a sweet and charming cousin like her, who could ever refuse?

My mother's mistake

At least in a mother’s life time, she commits a great mistake. For that mistake, I do not forgive her.

I do not mourn for my sake. I mourn in behalf of those innocent people who were and am sure are still hurting.

We are six children in the family. Four are boys, including me. Am sure, mothers knows, that there are times competition among siblings could not be avoided. Competition as to who is the most talented, who is the most intelligent, who is the most sensitive or who is the most handsome.

I do not mind if mother, in the presence of all my siblings, and even with strangers, tells me I have no talent, or that I have no intelligence or am insensitive. But I do mind if she declares in front of my siblings that I am the most handsome.

My siblings are human beings too. They have feelings. They hurt. And I know my mother’s remark hurt them badly.

It is not my siblings’ fault that they did not become as handsome as your youngest child, mother. In fact, they did not even wish to be born. It was you and my father, bless his soul, who gave them the chance they did not ask for. A little consideration is in order.

I understand, it is perfectly normal to err as humans. But to hurt AZ, BJ and RO was an error that could have been avoided.

I still bleed for your remark. I do not even wish to forgive you. You, as a mother, should have understood better. How couldn’t you?

My siblings are innocent. Spare them this pain. I am not giving you another chance to do the same thing again. Am going…

away.