A few months ago, I was teaching my 4-year old nephew some nursery rhymes with a DVD. After a lot of singing, he slowly digested the story that the rhymes tell. And then he began asking rather uncomfortable questions. One of the first rhymes I taught him was Humpty Dumpty. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King’s horses, And all the King’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again! He might have finally understood the rhyme when he gasped and said curiously, “Did he die?” “Well,” I replied, “he’s an egg. Who cares?”…
From Humor
Jokes and anything I find funny.
My Achy-Breaky-Flirty Tonsils
The past few weeks have been a bitch-ass on me. I struggled with tonsilitis, giving me hellish fever and excruciating time eating. For two weeks, I couldn’t get out of bed. The only time I went out of the house was when I decided to see a doctor. After all, this was my fourth tonsilitis this year and my usual meds didn’t seem to work this time. Ah, damn illness loves me so. Since our family doctor was somewhere in the South celebrating summer, I chose to visit a hospital. My mum went with me and yes, I let her…
Witty Graffiti*
Status: Horny… and kidding Music: With You – Chris Brown I got this from a friend’s forwarded e-mail. This is a compilation of oh-so-witty graffiti that can be found all over the University of the Philippines-Diliman campus. It’s funny how these scribbles reflect the character of UP students in general. Grabe, na-miss ko tuloy ang UP. Hahaaay. Enjoy. PALMA HALL/AS: AS chairs: “push button to eject seatmate” “push button to eject urself” “push button to kill teacher.” “push button to eject teacher” ….reply: “It’s jammed! We’re doomed!” Hahaha, nakita ko na ‘to. AS chair : “you know bobo? bobo is…
Yet Another Promil Kid Attack
Utterly famished, I went straight to the kitchen swearing that I would gorge on the first food that I would see. I rummaged through the refrigerator and found a pack of jumbo Tender Juicy hotdogs. I grabbed a pan, greased it, and cooked the lovely hotdogs sending a greatly delightful smell up to my room where my 3-year old nephew was staying. Soon after, I heard my nephew’s footsteps as he ran down the stairs. “Tito, are those my hotdogs?” He asked. “Yes.” “You’re bad. You didn’t tell me you would cook my hotdogs. Those are mine. I hate you.…
The Promil Kid Drops the Bomb
Of all the living things created by God, I love my nephew the most. I call him the Promil Kid. He’s the cutest thing. I’ve always written about him and he has won the love of the people around me even before they met him. I’m starting to think he could be my mascot for this blog. Something like Dexter. 😛 Someday when he’s old enough to discover this blog, he’ll insist he get paid for every entry I wrote about him. Darn, that’d be costly! We fight over a bar of snickers. I reprimanded him for calling a salesman…
It’s Easy; Let it Go*
Note: This was originally posted on my previous blog last year. I just want to repost this because today is my dad’s third death anniversary. Exactly a couple of years ago (now three), I lost my dad. Hmmm… Too bad I’m still here in the city while everyone in the family is in the province having a little dinner, perhaps. Last week, there was a big yellow butterfly on a glass window pane in my room. I heard my mum tell me, “That’s your dad, checking if we’re okay.” Since childhood, I have always considered that idea absurd. You know,…
Let’s Talk Pink
Everybody keeps noticing my light pink earphones lately. And they’ve been tormenting me, telling me so blatantly how GAY it is of me to actually own them. Well, I AM gay. So, what’s their problem?! I don’t get it. # # # Last weekend I was with two of my close friends. When Girl (obviously, name changed to protect our friendship, hehe) showed up, my initial reaction was look at Boy. His face was just as sour as mine. We then smiled, almost laughing. It’s because of Girl’s get-up. Girl was wearing a violent pink top and a sky blue skirt. So when Girl went to…
The Promil Kid and the Hideous Word
I didn’t realize how obsessed my 3-year old nephew had become with Cartoon Network (particularly Dexter’s Laboratory) until I entered MY room one morning. And there he was, sitting on the floor, smashing a scientific calculator on the wall, thinking he could fix it afterwards. When I opened the door, he turned to me and angrily hollered: “Tito (uncle), get out of my laboratory!!!” This is bad, I thought. He thinks he’s Dexter and this is his laboratory. I knew I had to do something about it. So I looked at him and bellowed, “Excuse me, kid! This is MY…