FRESH MANGO TAPIOCA

Wide-eyed, she stared at the little tapiocas swimming afloat the mango puree. The three-year old, with her bubbliness, was silent. Suddenly she lifted the glass container and spilled all the contents to her yaya. Too late actually to do anything to prevent her. Everybody with her in the restaurant was shocked. Speechless, her mom wiped the fresh mango tapioca drink out of her yaya’s face. Suddenly, “Those cannot be eaten, they are little marbles.” Referring to the tapioca.

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The neighboring one-horse towns of Atu and Akuh were enemies. The town officials of each town declared that everybody must not get along with anybody in their enemy’s town. The townspeople obeyed with sad hearts because many of them were friends though their town officials were enemies and had declared a cold war. They complied to avoid violence and death.

But the beautiful princess of Atu and the handsome prince of Akuh were lovers before the war and were still when the cold war was declared. And so they continued their secret meetings until one day they were caught.

They were castigated until they bled to death. With all the wounds, the lovers’ lives were ended. And then one day, the mound were the princess lay, transformed into a pretty shape which was her face, her arms and her body. A plant grew producing an adhesive sap. They named the plant Atu-leh which meant Atu’s Beautiful.

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How beautiful she looks. Every time she passes by, I cannot help but look. And everyday she has a new dress. She almost always does not repeat her dresses in two weeks. How I adore how she looks.

Ahh… One day I am going to walk her home. I am slowly getting hooked with the grace, with the beauty. She must be a daughter of a rich man. She looks elegant.

(A week passed. In a squatter’s area where he was doing a community service.)

Wha..? That girl from the school. Why is she here? She’s doing a community service, too? I am going to follow her. She’s not even beautiful, she must be down-to-earth doing these humble acts of service.

(In front of a shanty.)

“Were you able to get money, mother?”

“I haven’t gone to Mrs. Fuentes yet, daughter.”

“What? I have to buy that dress. You have to go to her tonight and tell her you need the money.”

What is this? I was fooled by a fake.

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In a restaurant, it is always the soup that is served first.

After waiting for the program to start after an hour, the guests are hungry. In one of the tables, after the soup is served, the ten guests in that table are still starving.

One of them speaks, grinning, “We can have another serving.”

“How?” the others in the table chorus.

“Get your table napkins and wipe the soup bowls clean,” says the first.

They follow and wipes the soup bowls clean.

“Waiter!”

Waiter then approaches.

“We are starving here. The others are having their soup servings already.”

“Right away, sir, ” the waiter leaves puzzled.

The ten of them in that table had two soup servings each.

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It was one of the usual nights from school, tiring and boring. Home is boring. School is boring. His feet were heavy as he stepped on the passenger jeep which will bring him home. One by one, passengers boarded. Some were staring, some ignored him.

Suddenly, his senses were kindled. Lo, a hot chic was boarding the jeep. She wore this rusty colored hot pants revealing a well shaped pair of legs and a brown tank top. Everybody seemed magnetized, too. All eyes were on the hot chick.

Reaching her destination, the hot chic called on the driver to stop the jeep. Everybody was shocked that the voice was that of a man.

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