pinochio_by_avid.jpg “Unbelievable!” Mog exclaimed.

“Yes, can you imagine that? The man-servant giving us this long sob story that he took care of his bastard infant son when it was dumped on him by the mother’s family… That they lived in a chicken coop and he earned his living plying a pedalled passenger tricycle, and that he had to leave him with a neighbour to come to Manila to find a better job.”

“Then he asks you for money not only to fetch the son from the province so they can be re-united, but also for gratitude-money for the neighbours. And he disappears with the money!”

“I am naive, Mog. I did want to help those lesser off than I am. He sounded so believable!”

“He had no infant son at all, Yaw! ”

“Fantastic liar, that’s what he was, Mog.”

“And he’s not the only one. Remember at the supermarket when we were looking for  sugar cubes? A clerk there told us that they don’t make it anymore because it was too difficult to shape them into cubes. And all along, the supermarket had never carried the item! What was the purpose of that elaborate lie?”

“I have no idea, Mog… and remember the time you paid the construction manager working on your house for specific services, and she bills you again for the same, telling you that she had spent the money on something else? Did she think you would fork out the money again? Taking you for a fool, that’s what it was.”

“Well, I gave her the benefit of the doubt since those other expenses seemed justified, but when she came a third time to bill me again for the first exact same service, saying she had spent the money for something else again, well I balked.”

“Why did she have to lie about those expenses, when she could have simply billed you differently? Was it because the other expenses were unjustifiable? And how about the time you wanted to borrow her car? You were accused of damaging the shock absorbers in the three days you used it, when all along, the car was to be lent to someone else. Why couldn’t you be told that out-right, instead of being accused of something you didn’t do?

“It’s mind-boggling, Mog… and I have many more stories of strange and outrageous lies and excuses. But I wonder where the Filipinos get their sense of logic, and where they’ve learnt their philosophy of life.”

“Yes, where does it come from, Yaw? Could it be because this nation’s strict Catholic upbringing allows Filipinos no elbow room to commit human mistakes? And so in the all-encompassing climate of covering up faults, they have to lie even for infractions not of their making?”

“It’s possible, Mog. Some people do consider “white lies” as not lies at all, and so think that they can get away with anything because of the colour of the lie.”

“It’s a twisted way of thinking, Yaw, and I will never be able to fathom it.”

“Neither will I.”