Happy Feet

With the year almost over, it’s time to start planning for 2010.

Travel is on top of the agenda.

By next month, Raft3r and his nieces will be going back to Hong Kong.

The younger one is no longer excited and wishes to go to Colorado instead. More on that on future posts, though.

The entire family is going. Therefore, I expect a lot of chaos and noise on this trip.

Hong Kong, you have be warned.

I also plan on going back to New York. Seriously, I have fallen in love with that city. It is no longer funny.

A return trip to Bohol is also in order. I miss my broas.

Of course, the regular weekend getaways to Tagaytay would still be there.

Batanes is still a dream destination and 2010 might just be year to invade it.

Raft3r has also been invited to visit Hawaii, Korea, and Australia. But I still favor Guam for its sick duty free shops.

Wherever the road takes me in 2010, only one thing is certain - money would be a very scarce commodity in the next 365 days.

Tonight, Not Again

For the past week, Raft3r had no access to the internet.

It may sound like such a petty problem. But it bugged the hell out of me.

Suddenly, I had to find other (wholesome) ways to amuse myself on my free time.

Raft3r could not blog hop. Nor check Facebook to update his shout outs. Online games were also put on hold. Mafia Wars, Farmville, and Café World were sorely missed.

My laptop’s WiFi driver has gone berserk. I had it reinstalled and the problem persists to this date.

Raft3r has now settled for a prepaid broadband. If this is a sign of things to come, the future ain’t looking bright at all.

Perfectly Lonely

For the first time in a long while, Raft3r spent Christmas day all by himself.

My so-called insignificant other decided to ditch our “together time” at the last minute.

Not that I mind but I did clear my schedule just for her.

We have been seeing each other for quite some time now to know each others' quirks. Her last minute cancellations is but one of them.

Just to get even, I decided not to be with her in Tagaytay for the New Year. It’s payback time.

Aren’t relationships fun?

I Could Not Ask For More

These are just some of the stuff I got for Christmas. More DVDs and CDs to add to Raft3r’s ever growing collection.

And yes, those are four copies of the wifey’s new CD. The boy from Mali Bay is very happy.

Happy Holidays to all the awesome readers of The Deadbeat Club!!!

Post script: Please bear with me. My WiFi has conked out on me. I will bloghop really soon. Thanks.

Make Me

Free will is probably one of the best things God gave to mankind.

Because of this gift,we can choose between right and wrong, good and evil, black and white, and so on.

Following this premise, Raft3r cannot be compelled to:

1. render overtime work on weekends;
2. save for a rainy day;
3. finish his law degree;
4. accept all friend requests on Facebook;
5. talk about his so-called feelings;
6. enjoy Julia Roberts chick flicks;
7. publicize his good deeds;
8. stop watching porn;
9. like YOU.

The Godfather

Raft3r is a godfather to twenty six children.

Yes, you read that right. 26. That is no typographical error.

I do not know what possessed their parents to designate me with such a tremendous responsibility.

I could hardly be made accountable for my own actions. How could others think I can take care of their children in cases of emergency?

Due to the huge volume of Christmas presents Raft3r had to buy, shopping started as early as September. All twenty six godchildren are now accounted for.

They say Christmas is for kids.

The young ones get all the gifts. Adults do all the spending.

This is one instance when being a grown up sucks.

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood

Raft3r spent an hour with an Indian call center agent and an old near deaf American lady with a nasal defect (i.e. ngongo).

It was a three way phone conversation. To say that the entire encounter is challenging would be an understatement.

Both women could not understand each other. There were a lot of yelling. Raft3r acted as the middle man.

The Indian was the first to wave the white flag.

She asked, “What language is she speaking?” I answered, “English.”

That was how I spent (part of) my day. How was yours?

I Was Hoping

With presents wrapped and Noche Buena fast approaching, Raft3r bestows his Holiday wishes to the following:

1. Marian Rivera – You are almost perfect. A speech/language course is in order.
2. Janet Jackson – A major comeback worthy of your iconic stature.
3. The Bitch – A landslide loss in the upcoming election.
4. Jodie Foster – A third Oscar and a new hit movie.
5. Pinoy politicians – Time to finally grow a conscience.
6. Maguindanao Massacre victims – May real justice be served.
7. Tiger Woods – A sense of contentment.
8. Manny Pacquiao – Focus on what your good at. I am not referring to women, of course.
9. The Starlet – None. Kokey is your Karma.

Slap A Bitch

She did it again.

Just like the devil baby, GMA refuses to give up.

Gloria, everyone’s favorite politician, has filed her candidacy for the Lower House. Like a moth to a flame, our beloved President is holding on to power - any which way she can.

There are so many words to describe GMA and her acts. But it’s the Christmas Season.

We should be kind, even to Satan’s helpers.

Touch My Body

Raft3r received a proposal.

Stop right there.

It is not the kind of proposal you are thinking of. I am not getting hitched.

Someone propositioned Raft3r to be the father of her child.

I had a lot of crazy proposals in the past. Hell, even indecent ones. But this one definitely took top honors.

I won’t go much into details to protect her anonymity.

For a while there, it got me thinking.

Is Raft3r a baby maker or a manwhore?