I just had to write this one.

Last night, I watched silently enthralled inside a restaurant (not one of those swanky, fancy dining places but an ordinary but popular one in the city) as a typical laborer’s family ( no offense meant really now, but  it was quite obvious from the outward appearance of the characters) gorged, literally gorged, on the food at a table. No pretenses, no conscious table manner observance, no frills in their dining-out clothes — but definitely with money to burn. For the food ordered, at least. 

I was watching, I mused, one of thousands of poor Pinoy families eking out a living in a nation now flapping its wings at having achieved for the first quarter of the year a 5.5 Gross National Product (GNP), up from something lower for the same period last year, or so the NEDA says. Read more