Yearning for the end

She is wearing a long blond wig and a dark outfit with cream colored boots, and a messy-looking bagette with a little fish hanging from it. Her scarf looks like the tablecloth in that news clip I saw over TV Patrol lately, where a woman was being interviewed in the kitchen of her house in the Tondo district because her husband, high on drugs, climbed a nearby billboard and threatened to jump to his death. She was saying, "Di ko alam kung ano nangyayari diyan." ("I don't know what's been happening to him.")


I wish we could have been just as ignorant of Jolina. But she has been infecting us for so long. Till when are we supposed to bear with this anomaly?