The Boy In The Striped Pajamas

It just occurred to Raft3r that there are a slew of songs about being a boy.

There’s Ciara’s “Like A Boy,” Britney’s “Boys,” and the list grows by the minute.

The latest of which is Beyonce’s “If I Were A Boy.”

Why the fascination on how we think?

It’s not that complicated really.

There is only one thing that goes through the mind of any guy.

It’s SEX. For 24/7, that’s all we ever think about.

There. Mystery solved.

Raft3r has to go now.

I have some more thinking to do.

Silent Night

It’s almost Christmas.

I have not even started buying holiday presents for everyone. That’s not typical Raft3r behavior.

Usually by this time, I’m done with my Christmas list.

So what gives?

I dunno.

For a smartass like myself who always seem to have a witty answer to any question, I don’t have a clue as to why I haven’t started my holiday shopping.

Raft3r is dumbfounded.

What How When Where Why Who

There’s trouble in paradise.

Globe, Raft3r’s mobile phone provider, has reached new heights of foolishness. I wanted to use foul words. But my mom taught me better than that.

My iPhone postpaid subscription was temporary cut off since next month’s phone bill has allegedly reached P13000 ($266)!

The culprit? Globe blames it on net surfing. Raft3r calls it crazy.

Who in their right mind would spend 13 grand on internet browsing alone? Seriously, who does that?

Raft3r has WiFi at home. So why bother using the iPhone for internet connection.

What is even more astonishing is the fact I had my 3G disabled since day 1. Baffling, isn’t it?

The Globe customer representative Raft3r spoke with spilled the beans. A lot of other iPhone subscribers experienced the same dilemma. Apparently, it’s a glitch in their system. Of course, Globe will not admit to this.

Those idiots from Globe will not reinstate my iPhone connection until I pay the bill. Raft3r refuses to pay for something he did not even use.

Who would be the first to cave in? Let the battle begin.

Can't, Won't, Don't Stop

One early Thursday morning, Raft3r was in a hurry to get to work.

As fate would have it, I was stuck in traffic. Darn it.

When trying to switch lanes, Raft3r finally noticed the cause of traffic. It was an old disabled man sitting in the middle of a major thoroughfare.

Apparently, he could not stand up. He appeared to be in pain.

Vehicles maneuvered around him and tried not to hit the old guy.

Raft3r wanted to get out of the car and help the man cross the street. After all, it was the noble thing to do. But I was also late for work. Boss wouldn’t approve of that.

In the end, selfish motives prevailed.

Spending My Time

Raft3r took a leave of absence from work yesterday.

Instead of staying in bed (like usual), I decided to do some chores.

I know. It's a miracle.

Consider the following:

• went to the bank and had my ATM card replaced;
• brisk walked to burn some calories (at least, I’m trying);
• dropped off laptop at the shop for a check up;
• had a haircut (a lot of fans would be pleased);
• paid my bills;
• bought latest Marian Rivera CD for my nieces (don’t get me started);
• updated programs on my iPhone;
• read a few pages of Twilight; and
• had a blind date for dinner.

It’s been a while since Raft3r felt this productive. Really.

These days are few and far between.

Post script: This entry was intended for yesterday. Instead of blogging right after work, I went straight to bed.

The Bitch Is Back

My dear President is at it again.

Gloria is soon heading to North American for an official visit. She sure loves to travel.

The Philippine President recently made headlines when one of her henchmen declared on national television that she would not be paying a visit to newly elected US President Barack Obama.

Apparently, Barack refused to answer Gloria’s phone calls on the day he won the election. Being true to form, GMA retaliated by not doing a courtesy call with the next leader of the free world.

Raft3r may not be a master in international relations. But I guess common decency is still widely practiced worldwide. One word: diplomacy.

There goes our so-called strong ties with the US.

On the side: News is Makati Mayor Binay is running for the top national post in 2010. Supporters named him the Pinoy Obama. Huh? Besides their skin tone, Raft3r couldn’t see any other similarity between the two.

Groove Thang

It's concert time once more.

Fans of teeny bopper music would be pleased to find out Rihanna and Chris Brown are in town for a gig.

With not much to do and a lot of time to spare, Raft3r is heading to Taguig this Sunday to catch the so-called dynamic duo live.

I don’t expect much from this concert.

Rihanna is a far cry from Ms. Jackson. I won’t even elaborate on that fact anymore. Anyone who thinks otherwise is a complete moron.

Raft3r is just happy to be out and about.

Besides, high school girls are always nice to hang out with. Just the same, I'm bringing my ear plugs.

Won't Get Fooled Again

In Raft3r’s quest to be more socially relevant, he decided to be an election volunteer in the recently concluded US presidential poll.

Consider the following perks:

1. an all day activity inside a mall,

2. free meal, and

3. a perfect excuse not to report for work.

If those mentioned above aren’t good enough reasons to volunteer, I dunno what is.

Raft3r also got to meet 80's icon, Jojo Alejar. Ain't life sweet!

Post script: Dear Mr. President, Janet Jackson would make one hell of a performer in your inauguration.

Ready To Run

When I opened my Gmail this morning, I had 21 unread emails in my inbox. A dozen of them came from my mother.

How exciting is that, huh?

They all read the same: “Don’t forget to buy me my trainers. Love, Mom.”

How could Raft3r forget?

Even before I left for the States, my mom has been nagging me about getting her a new pair of running shoes. She even sends me MMS of her preferred brands.

Raft3r’s mom can be pretty persistent sometimes, in case you haven’t noticed.

I tried looking for what she likes in the store but the search always turned out negative. This went on for weeks.

A day before I headed to California, I decided to do a last minute shopping at Arundel Mills.

Raft3r was not disappointed.

They finally had my mom’s Reebok sneakers.

I immediately made the purchase and called home to report the same. Mom was thrilled. She can finally retire her old jogging shoes.

Raft3r is now $50 poorer. But to hear the delighted voice of my mom from the other line is far worth it.

Post script: Obviously, this is an old post. It was written in Baltimore and never published until now.

Wake Up Dead Man

Raft3r’s favorite time of the year has arrived!

Being a big fan of horror flicks, I relish the whole Halloween-All Souls Day celebration.

Now don’t freak out.

Raft3r doesn’t drink pig’s blood or anything. I don’t even eat liver. Raft3r just loves Halloween.

Getting scared is the best feeling in the world. Remember the Majuro incident?

When I was a kid, my favorite game was ghost hunting. My cousins and I would even head out to old abandoned houses in Mali Bay just to play “Spirit of Glass.” Those were the days.

Raft3r has to go now. I’m about to embark on a horror movie marathon. Popcorn’s ready.

Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling are waiting for me.