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?

How I break women's heart

There are a lot of men who email me asking how I break women’s heart.

I tell them, I tried--without success.

I do not really know what these women really like about me. I am clumsy, I bite my nails when I get scared, I do not know how to cross the streets of manila, I do not know how to use the fork when paired with a knife; I am unemployed, naturally, I do not pay our meals, etc.

In fact, please forgive me, I nag at them without reason just to drive them away.

Pathetically, even my nag sounds like music to their ears. Instead of getting angry, they become sweeter and more physical; would kneel and beg for forgiveness and understanding for creating the “spark” that caused the “explosion” of my emotions.

Am also human “born to make mistakes”, as the song goes. Who am I to deprive them of the forgiveness and understanding they seek when I too ask for the same from the One who has plenty of them?Besides, they have actually no fault after all.

I am not proud of what I do. I do them however for a purpose. And that purpose is to break their hearts so that they would leave me alone.

But I am without success. I have tried almost everything from dating without taking a bath, to wearing different kinds of shoes with every foot, to name a few.

But I am without success.

In my quest to break women’s hearts, it is mine which is broken as a result.

So, to my dear readers who ask me how I break women’s hearts, I tell you for the last time. I do not break their hearts. They break mine.

And to the women, I hate to say these here but I can’t say it in your face because I do not want to see you hurt. Please, stay away from me.

Do not visit me and do not call me. Please, do not even text me.

How an Experiment was shuttered because Einstein DID take a bath

Do you know that an experiment Einstein once had failed because he did take a bath?

Einstein’s assistant was directing the ray of light to another end when Einstein entered the lab.

They were trying to measure the speed of light.

When Einstein entered, the experiment was about to finish.

But Einstein entered and the aroma of the soap Einstein used filled the nose of the assistant.

The assistant was shocked! He knew Einstein did not take a bath. He taught he saw a ghost in the form of his boss Einstein.

Frightened, the assistant shivered, otherwise he could not move.

Einstein, from behind, noticed the reaction of his assistant. He took three steps forward and asked: “Is there something wrong?”

Of course, he knew there was something wrong. He was a genius.

Hearing Einstein’s voice, the assistant was more scared than ever. He expected a voice of a ghost, not Einstein’s.

Because he was more scared that ever, he jerked to the right to look at the ghost. He forgot he was holding an instrument. It smashed against another instrument. The experiment was shattered.

Einstein, however, was not angry at the assistant.

He was a genius. He knew he was the cause.

He did take a bath.

How an Experiment was shuttered because Einstein did not take a bath

Do you know that an experiment Einstein once had failed because he did not take a bath?

Einstein’s assistant was directing the ray of light to another end when Einstein entered the lab.

They were trying to measure the speed of light.

When Einstein entered, the experiment was about to finish.

But Einstein entered, and the assistant sneezed.

It was a deeply satisfying sneeze that the assistant forgot that he was holding an instrument. When he sneezed, he raised his hand in reflex. When the hand came back down in the same reflex…BANG!

It hit another instrument.

Like a domino, the whole experiment was shattered.

Einstein however was not angry at the assistant.

He was a genius.

He knew he was the cause.

He did not take a bath.

Learning the Spanish language

My sisters are learning the Spanish language and I feel threatened.

What if they speak in Spanish and I could not understand? Let’s say a sister says to another, “Nosotros hermano JP Anthony es muy guapo?”

Of course I will know that they are talking about me because one mentioned my name. Aside from my name however, I will never understand a word they say especially the adjective “guapo”.

How do I react then? When will I know I have to compliment or scold or get angry with them?

If it is difficult to be misunderstood, how much more difficult it is not understand?

These two sisters of mine has also learned sign language. At the table, they sit side by side, and when they communicate with each other through sign language, it seems that one would pull another’s hair.

They have learned to laugh without a sound. They smile and laugh at each other and steal a sly glance at me.

I wonder why it is always me they are always looking at. There are the rest of my brothers but it is always me.

You bet, I dropped my plan to join the tv networks’ talent searches. I rationalized, if I could not handle the two women’s attention, how much more if the worlds’ most beautiful, sexy, and intelligent women, yes, the Filipinas, woo me?

My God, they will all be disappointed.

A superstar is there to fulfill peoples’ fantasies, and not to frustrate them. He is there to reciprocate their attention and adulation, not to run away and hide from them, much more hate them.

Going back to my sisters: yes, they are very intent at learning the Spanish language. For sure, in the future, I will become again the laughing stock, the subject of jokes and conversations I will never ever understand. In the meantime, I am looking in Spanish dictionaries the Hiligaynon, Tagalog and English meaning of the word “guapo”.

I want my words!

I have a sickness. For the cure of which, I dare not hope. Through the years, this sickness has become worse. This must be the punishment I receive for what Adam and Eve had done.

I was once taught that life is a river. The life that I have now flows from the spring which is my ancestors’. Because my ancestors dirtied their life by eating the forbidden fruit, the life that I have is naturally dirty. As I result, although it was not actually me who violated God’s order, I suffer the same thing. As if, being born as the result of the violation is not enough, God gave me this sickness. The sickness that when I am with beautiful women my tongue refuse to move and my lips refuse to utter words.

I used to hate God about this that even if he begged me for forgiveness, I would still have condemned him to hell. God moves, however, in mysterious ways; and he has theories to explain things, like the theory of equity.

According to this theory--but believe me, this is stupid--God gives a pleasing and entertaining personality to the ugly, which the beautiful do not always possess; a tongue dripping with honey to the ugly, and a handsome smile to the not-so-ugly.

But I do not like to smile!!!

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.