It was the usual Sunday family lunch at Brother Andrew’s [ Lola Charing's ], and we all usually recounted what had happened the last week…
I reported: “I was in Apalit [ Pampanga ] a few days ago because I had to do something. While there, I visited the cemetery and prayed for our dead.”
“That’s good. How’s everything there?” Brother Andrew inquired.
“Everything’s alright. Poor Lolo Forting, they’ve installed his ‘lapida’ [ tombstone ]. It says ‘Poet Laureate of Pampanga’.”
“But he was really a poet. Nothing wrong with that.” countered Brother Andrew.
“You should see how it’s spelled, Brother…”
“How?” asked Brother Andrew, a wicked, expectant smile on his face.
“Poet L-A-U-R-I-A-T of Pampanga, Brother. Chinese LAURIAT not L-A-U-R-E-A-T-E!!!”
“LAURIAT???!!! POET LAURIAT???!!! Ahahahahahah!!!” Brother Andrew asked in disbelief, his eyes wide open. His food went up to his nose and he was convulsed laughing.
[ As National Museum Director Corazon "Cora" Alvina very wittily quipped at that time: "THAT'S A PAIN IN THE POET!!!" 
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Harharhar!!! 
larry leviste said,
December 8, 2009 at 1:32 am
Overheard at a matron’s mahjong marathon in Magallanes Village.
Matrona A : ” Dear, dear. I think my son is BI.
Matrona B : ” What ? You think Junior is BI-SEXUAL ? ”
Matrona C : ” That’s not possible. Junior is very homosexual ? ”
Matrona D : ” Yes, your Junior is not BI-SEXUAL. ”
Matrona A : ” I know he’s not bi-sexual. Junior is BI-POLAR ! ”
Enter a uniformed maid serving merienda. The senior ladies are building blocks of mahjong tiles anew. A Filipino favorite pastime where conversations rife with laughter, glad with gossip.
Paz Atienza said,
December 7, 2009 at 12:24 pm
I so love this post! Couldn’t stop laughing…