Thursday, February 24, 2011


How dumb am I that I can be duped by my own flesh and blood?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Universally Speaking

McDonald's tastes good anywhere in the world.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

An Ideal Husband

Attending weddings only does two things to a person.

(One) You see a clearer vision on how your own big day would be like.

(Two) The realization that a beautiful and expensive wedding does not make a happy marriage last forever.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Even Better Than The Real Thing

Toy Story 3 is the GP (general patronage) version of Prison Break.

But only better.

T-Bag has nothing on Lots-O'-Huggin' Bear.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Falling In Love

The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love.

Genius, isn't it?

This is one line I wish I have written myself. Sadly, credit belongs to musician Lisa Loeb.

Raft3r is envious.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Cool Change

For a change, I did something good for myself.

No, you sickos. I did not masturbate, if that was what you were thinking.

I opened a savings account. It was more like an equity investment, according to Raft3r's banker.

The road to financial security has begun anew.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Lost And Found

I lost my Calvin Klein umbrella in Taiwan.

Technically, it was the airline’s fault.

Raft3r is pissed.

I almost lost my passport in Malaysia.

We got to our hotel almost 4 in the morning. I was tired as hell.

Since we would only be staying in Kuala Lumpur for a day, my travel companions and I decided to just pay for one twin sharing room.

We were a group of five. I was handpicked to just sneak in after my companions register.

As soon as I stepped inside the hotel room, the phone rang. It was Front Desk.

Front Desk: “Is Mr. Raft3r there?”

Female Travel Companion (in a very unconvincing voice): “No.”

Front Desk: “Are you sure Mr. Raft3r from the Philippines is not there?”

Female Travel Companion: “Wait.” (Handed over the phone to male travel companion.)

Male Companion (in a quite nervous tone): “Raft3r is not here. He only accompanied us to this hotel and left right after we checked in. Why?”

Front Desk: “Oh. He left his Philippine passport in the lobby.”

We all heaved a sigh of relief.

On both occasions, I flew Cebu Pacific.

Sometimes being cheap is not that practical.

As God as my witness, I will never fly budget again.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Come On Get Up

Janet was late.

Show was for 8pm and it started an hour later.

But who cares? The show was a smash!

She worked the crowd. Danced like crazy. Sang - almost - every hit song. (Hey, Jan! You forgot "I Get Lonely." That's my favorite.)

Everyone left that evening with huge smiles on their faces. Indeed, it was money well spent.

The reviews are in. All are raving about my wifey.

I happen to like the previous tour better. Rock Witchu was more up close and personal for Raft3r. After all, we did high five (twice) in Oakland.

Love is spelled J-a-n-e-t.

Post script: As it turned out, the delay wasn't even wifey's fault. Long lines outside the venue prevented the concert from starting on time. And yes, it was SOLD OUT.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Road To Dead

We were not the closest of buddies.

We did not see things eye to eye in political and religious matters.

We did not share a lot of things in common.

You loved Kokey. I hated (and still detest) anything Kapamilya.

But this I know for a fact, you were my friend and your presence will be missed. Terribly.

Thank you for inspiring me to be strong and courageous in times of adversity.

God now welcomes you as His new angel.

Brenda P. Santos
July 15, 1981 - February 02, 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover

F@ck! I feel like a love sick puppy.

This can't be good.