La la la love...

I wish everyone a Merry Christmas!  
And let's not forget how Jesus was born to save and redeem us forever!

Women's (little) woes... but almost beyond description ;D

This joke is basically only meant for us girl's ----but our husbands (boyfriends ) should read it to understand why we need so much time in the ladies' room !!!!!

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place.
Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won't latch.. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!
The dispenser for the modern "seat covers"(invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.
You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one,but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance."
In this position your aging, toneless (God I should have gone to the gym!!!) thigh muscles begin to shake..
You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance".
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more..
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday -the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That will have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.
The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.
"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious,tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.
It is wet of course.
You bolt up, knowing all too well thatit's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get".
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat.
You're e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d.
You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, .....so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly,"Here, you just might need this"..
 As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom..
Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?" ..................
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with public restrooms (rest?? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse, and hand you Kleenex under the door!
Send this to all women that understand what bonding in the bathroom is all about!

PS/ I laughed till my tummy aches, coz this is so true. I do not own this but I just actually snagged this post from my friend's G. Reynolds' Facebook stat. I think I need to repost this coz I also wanna share this annoying dilemmas we encounter inside the public restrooms...;D

Making me a pseudo-counselor...

When home seems to collapse any moment...while the father and the mother fight, like most of them do... over some issues specifically on money matters or the inevitable third party issues...the children will always be the direct hit here. The woebegones and hapless children don't know where and who to turn to. They tend to be combative or some tend to be melancholy aloof, reticent and indifferent. As a mom, I'd say I am not the near-perfect although  I always try to  reach out to my kids and look after them and do whatever is needed as a good mother should always be. I always tell that I was born to be a mother but not necessarily that I'd be a good wife that be. Being a wife and a mother is a hard deal. But sometimes things happened when you least expect it to happen. I want to segue way, let us not touch my life and just talk about the kids who usually end up confiding me the innermost of their feelings. They usually confide things to me and usually find solace and peace that makes me prouder than ever. The feeling is nice and fulfilling lalo na't naiihinga nila ang mga sentiments nila sa akin, I don't know why...but it made me a pseudo-counselor and I came to know different issues regarding parents in rift, or between siblings and even the bf-gf quarrel. I have this one classmate of my daughter who's a very fine mannered young lady, petite and lean...soft-spoken and so honest enough to squeal that she and her boyfriend has already been separated with just a split hairs arguement. No reason at all and the height is...the boyfriend calls for it. Very ungentlemanly enough. I told the young lady my two-cents worth and gladly she went home with a smile...and an added confidence.
There's this story naman that involves a gay dilemma. He is closeted. He only confides in me, talagang litaw pag ako ang kaharap. But when he is in front of his parents it's different that's why everybody would be in a hush hush whispering...but there's one time when a candid mom yelled, "baklaaaaa!"...the father asked the guy... "why did she call you bakla?!" ...naku galit ang ama..."papa, hindi naman po yata bakla ang sinabe"...hay naku he's very prim and proper pag kaharap ang ama, pero pag ako na kaharap...he's a faggot screaming na. One time also, when he's inside my room, I asked him, hindi ka ba nahihirapan niyan...very tago...and he went, "tita sobrang hirap nga po eh" I love the company of gays because they are livewires and can make every situation happier. Masaya silang kasama.
There are lots of situation that needs different salves...and I don't know why and how I came to be a pseudo-counselor when in fact I needed salves myself also. Maybe being a Libran, that I am somehow very impartial and I find reasons more sensible enough to apply rather than using emotions. Weighing things has put me on indecisive zone...I weigh things exactly no matter who is involved. Forgiving has always put me to a difficult situation that tests my patience to the max...most of the time I was abused and been taken for granted. But...but...when I am pushed too far...I throw my upbraids loud enough and clear enough. I have cried over a lot of times...hard enough to tear me down...but being resilient is better that skulking in one corner. Being positive and resilient is one of my best character. I used to be pessimistic and I remember one shrink has told me that I was indeed one. I still keep that note from him. What I did was...I did cure it myself...I don't want to be labeled as one. If I cry today, I make sure that after welling I'll stand up, leave my crib and play good music and browse the internet or I drive around and go to the mall. Then, voila...I am a new person again...revived...and an eager beaver again to live and breathe. That's the best way to cure and it's just easier to be happy than making your life miserable and lonely. Better and easier to smile and laugh than to smirk and drool...and be annoyed. As a person I want to be in happier note than any otherwise.

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here!"

Much as I don't want to write something of heinous theme, I couldn't just ignore the chance to convey how I felt that day.  My son had convinced me to try watching the said video even if I begged off  knowing the intensity of the crime committed captured via raw video footage, I think they have had used an ordinary cellphone. It was all about some late 20's and early 30's men in their camouflage suits, (I wonder where they have gotten those soldiers' attire). These men were laughing and talking as if they were in a merriment and some even were chanting but I couldn't fathom any of the words used since they were using their own dialect. At first three men were shoved on the ground flat on their stomach and the hands were then tied by a rope. While tying, he even put his left muck boots against the face of each of them, to prevent them from any extra movement. Then the next scene...they were hauled in different directions and beheaded one by one. The scene was so gruesome that I did regret watching it. Seeing a man carrying heads of humans, much so of his own countrymen...was  just so sickening to watch.

I couldn't help but whispered some soft prayers for them and wondered how they felt seeing their untimely inhumane death from the hands of these people. It looked like they were in ecstasy doing such abominable act. What's the role of our government here...can't they do something against this matter? Would it be harder to put this to end? Harder than zeroing on Bin Laden? US Military groups has triumphantly got Bin Laden dead before he landed his face on the ground...now he's just a part of history.

PS/ I purposely didn't attached the said video...my choice...period!

Hitting my 2004rth post today...

I do remember...when I first started getting my feet wet with computers I was intimidated. Har! har! I even wanted to enroll myself to a computer school but my time curtailed me from doing so, besides I was thinking of just saving the money for something more important. I just one day sat down...in front of it...with a note from my dau on how to switch it on first then everything follows to a T. From then and onwards, I learn something new...step by step and every other details of the computer, the copy-pasting, the uploading and many more. And it feels great. Like a real pro, though I still consider myself a caramba or a preppy...at least I can shout to the whole world that everything is really going great for me. And now am hitting my 2004rth post tonight...err this morning. Really great the feeling. My enjoyment is superb. I am making every effort to get the upper hand and am proud of it. But do you believe am still on my oh-forgive-me blogger's blog? I hated it when I do post some music videos...it means am on a lull...just to make a filler.

I don't know why I am so yet to be inspired...but I am indeed inspired 'coz someone is making me one nowadays. Or maybe I am just sidetracked...lol...but I do love blogging and won't get ever tired of  doing this forever. It's just that sometimes it's kinda ehem...laziness strikes...well I am only human, wow...so stereotyped alibi. Forgive me there...

But hey I am so proud my Cakes and Ale has reached its 2004rth post no matter what...and I will always love this thing called blogging...

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

~Anonymous

REPOST: Back on the road...

Yesterday I spent the whole day waiting and going to and fro at Mitsubishi Diamond Motors, where I chose to have our car fixed by duly efficient auto-mechanics. Sapped by Ondoy's floodwater last September...that gave me a lot of whinings and sleepless nights since then. Mas madali pa siguro kung ibebenta ito but it was the least in my mind. I just wanted it fixed before tiny bits of rusting started to ruin the car and it's just unpardonable to see it depreciating day by day sitting idly in the garage. That [effing] computer box was the culprit and the price compared to surplus is really sky-rocket, too steep talaga. Pati servo-kit nadamay din. :( It's just so important pala talaga to protect it from getting soaked and wet. I didn't have any idea how to remove it from the compartment. If only I knew how then, di ko siya pababayaan talaga. Plus the Cobra alarm is damaged also and not working na. But thinking that, among other things, yung car ang pinakamahalang gamit ko sa bahay.I just grew impatiently disappointed when I shelled a lot of money but nothing doing. Ayun di na nagpakita sa akin yung mekaniko ko. Kasi naman nagdudunong dunungan. That's when I started browsing about the problem. I emailed na lang the Mitsubishi Motors and asked for help. So far, satisfied naman ako sa result because it didn't take a lot of waiting at nagawa naman agad yung problema. It's just so important pala talaga to protect it from getting wet. I didn't have any idea how to extract it from the compartment. If only I knew how then, di ko siya pababayaan talaga. Among other things, yung car ang pinakamahalang gamit ko sa bahay. Now am thanking for the swift action they have given me...the y are bunch of efficient, courteous and solicitous professional car advisers and auto mechanics. I only have superlative comments about them. Nothing negative I had and for this I bow...
Now of course it's still yet not the normal car I used to drive...naiba ang menor, matigas ang kambyo, was afraid while I was driving kagabe na the clutch might slide during the trip, plus the apprehension na I might lose my break...gosh...ang busina ko wala...the odometer still not functioning well. Everything was damaged talaga. I just focused on my driving talaga na sana umabot ako ng house na walang disgrasyang mangyari. Then I heard this tricycle driver blurted out "sisingit singit ka...ayaw mo namang umabante!"...natawa lang ako talaga kasi di niya alam ang sinasabe niya. I got my very 1st DL 1987 pa. At never pa akong na-ticket-an. Kaya alam ko na ginagawa ko. Isa pa ako ang nasa tamang lane at palagay ko kulang siya sa kalaman tungkol sa road courtesy and sa driving regulations. At wala akong siningitan kagabe at never akong sumingit dahil alam ko na by this time ang tamang pagtakbo sa kalsada. Wheeew! We went at Mitsubishi with a Honda motorcycle, so I drove the car while my son never left my side for backing me up. He then told the ill-mannered tricycle driver who shouted at me, "kasama ko yan, wag mong sinisigaw sigawan...nanay ko yan"...at tumawa na lang ang mokong. Bastos talaga. Mas maraming walang modo ata talaga ngayon. Really, some people are....! Eh half the size of the car na nga lang layo ko sa sinusundan kong car...which we all know na di advisable. Hay naku...kasi wala silang proper training, basta nakapagpaandar lang okey na.

Now I need to give our car a decent engine wash, another change oil, and the whole lot of care and all should be observed for safety reason. About how much I spent and will still have to shell out, I think it's enough to buy me another cheap second hand car.


And more power to Mitsubishi [Diamond Motors]...na super maganda ang treatment sa amin particularly kahit common people lang kami. Thank you kina Mr. Roy Aquino and Mr. Nemie Marcos...na very professional kausap at magagalang talaga sila and efficient. Salamat po ng marami. Kudos!

A reminder:
Learn how to drive defensively and effectively with these four easy steps. However, you have to remember that driving a car is a big responsibility. It is not something you can use to become popular among your friends and classmates. Once you are given a driver's license, you have an added social responsibility. You have to be very careful...for you and for others' sake too!



Published: 12/10/09 6:58 AM

Slumped on one's own hunkers!

REPOST: Remembering Ondoy...now we have Pedring (Nisat) and I heard by tomorrow another strong typhoon is coming to hit the country. Let's just pray that Ondoy will never ever happen again.

Typhoon Ketsana and or ONDOY...

Everyone here in our community is busy cleaning their homes from the enormous bulk of garbage Ondoy has left after that great flood has breached neck-deep last Sept 26th and 27th. It was a calamitous defeat for everyone...including me and my family. On that fateful day, I had to find an easy access for my mtg earlier but to my disappointment , every way was so shin-deep flooded already until I resigned and went home right away. I just stayed in my bed and from time to time I looked outside how deep the flood had reached. I scurried away with funky knees to transfer my car immediately after my good neighbor texted me that half of my tires has already dip in running floodwaters which happened to be right beside her windows. And so I jumped out to save it. I saw a place where it could be safer. But an hour-long after I went home the water surged in through the bathroom and laundry sewer so...it was very very quick until just a ruler length was left visible of our perimeter fence. We were then forced to stay at the 2nd floor of our house, good thing...if not we would be swimming to cold murky water... no food no water except the big bag of Pic-a my dau hide in the closet. I saw many young snakes swimming to find their own niche. My son saw long adult snake swimming in the flooded vacant lot.  It was a relief that my dau was in San Sebastian for the Sports-fest. I told her not to go home since there was no way she could make it home because the flood current was already surging and most of the passengers were trapped and stranded. It was a relief also to hear that the faculty decided to house stranded students and fed them for two days, first at the gym and the 2nd day they stayed at the convent. What worried me that fateful day was when my son went home walking under the rain with his gf and left alone to look after his motor bike that has been stocked at the main gate where flood was waist-deep already and the current was strong too...and from that time on I never ceased to pray to see my son alive. I was hopeless to save my car from the flood but please spare my son and give him back to me was all I could utter in my silent prayer. The next day after heaving a heavy sigh of longing, he arrived home unscathed. Praise God! He has a lot of stories to tell. Only at this event that I took notice that we have had no existing [fire] exit to be used during emergencies. What if the flood like what happened in Marikina came to the point that residents like my niece, has to break and forced the steel window open just to make themselves safe and free to go to higher place? You're lucky if your house has second floors and luckier indeed if you have the third.

I can't find the exact words to describe how we felt exhausted hoisting all important furnitures, things and the likes just to save them from the surging flood. We have this one plastic box full of new gadgets I saw floating on water...some if not all pretty bandboxes of my daughter full of trinkets, knick knacks, mementos and some what-nots...sigh...were thrown into garbage already. I really can't imagine this things will happen in just one flick. Now after all those cleaning and washing, and everything, we all are galumphing due to too much exhaustion.

Rescue operations for Cainta residents...

Floating on Marikina River...

Stranded on rooftop...

And the aftermath...

Willie interviewing Eric...

Like toy cars floating...

What comes after this? We have nothing to hold on to...except our faith... no one is spared from calamitous event like this that can wipe us out in an instant. We're left to pray and leave everything to fate and God.

PS/I saw this Kevin Costner starrer several times and I just remember this fiction movie because of what me and my family and the whole victims as well, have gone thru from the wrath of Ondoy. Maybe this what will happen in the future if we won't stop throwing caution to the winds...let us be more responsible...help, save and protect the earth.

Waterworld movie [1995]

POSTED: 10/02/09 4:38AM

I was there, safe and unharmed!

I saw this vid while I was looking for  typhoon Pedring (Nisat) news updates via you tube, backtracking...I was there when it happened but we're pretty one of the luckiest and miraculously unharmed...since we lived just a few-minute-drive from the sea where I used to feed birds...wonder why ours seemed to be so tamed that time...compared to one that had brought havoc to Sendai...am thankful up to this day that we were spared from that catastrophic event.

Prayers for those who weren't that lucky enough....those who perished from that tragic misfortune.

Yay, am a year older and it's great! Cheers!

birthday dinner at Max's Resto

pineapple juice perked me up a bit that night....was so sick ;(

First of all, I just want to thank God for making it so possible for me coming this far...lol, am over the hills they say...and am so grateful indeed. Nothing I ask for at this point in life, I do have some disappointments but that's nothing compared to what God has been giving me so nothing to complain. For me, it's always a la la la love day always, and that should be the spirit.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! (Sept 23, 2011)
KAMPAI !!!

That very day ...I suddenly felt so sick, didn't know why. I came late by few minutes away from the reserved dinner. Right there and then I felt vomity but of course I had to smile and smile...for the cam also and for the rest of everyone with me. I got flowers, hmm...thanks. Got some gifts too. And the most important was...so many well wishers that really took time sending me sweet notes of greetings. So on dinner that night I never tasted a bit of food much as I wanted to, really not a bit..it's zero, I only had a glassful of my fave pineapple juice. I feel like I would just puke right after taking them into my mouth.So before the dinner was done I begged off to my kids for me to stay in the car while they were finishing their food. Then went home after. Just stayed in my ac'd room and slept the night away while I heard them singing downstairs.

My eldest daughter with her siblings gave me a new  wonderful Blackberry handfon...so thank you, I am now a proud owner of BB fon! I love it! ;D

To wrap this up, want to say again THANK YOU, LORD!