Just watched the final episode of Friends.
No wonder my friends are crazy about it.
That is a funny show.

Now it’s too late to get into the circle. (“of friends”….get it? Hahahha!!)
And there is no damn way I am buying the DVD.

And..
Tracy’s mom is here,
And my mom is coming tomorrow for our wedding on Saturday.

Tyler’s two grandmas under one roof.
He is “SO” going to be spoiled.
And we are “SO” gonna have some good food!

Oh Yeah!
I like food!!

I think women will agree with me
when I say that Men are not as sweet or as caring
as they used to be towards them.

You know what I mean,
roses, chocolates, love letters, talking on the phone for hours,
open doors, assist you when you sit, sweet talks, whispering of sweet nothings,
kissing, nibbling, holding hands, saying I love you’s…
and just the effort of giving in to whatever the woman needs.

Sounds like a romantic novel or a girlie movie film right?

This also was manifested in the old, medieval days of Knights and Princesses,
Kings and Queens, Rich girls and poor farm boys… You know the stories.

Let’s say, a damsel is in distress, a lady or a princess is in need,
where she waits for her Knight in a shining armour, with his Noble white horse,
eager to rescue her from the deadly grasps of a fire breathing dragon,
on the highest tower of it’s lair.

The elegant, brave and charming Knight
faces all obstacles, hindrances and challenges that comes his way.
And he conquers them all with no fear, just to rescue the love of his life.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!

See, this is what women want.
This is what they dream of.
Their Knight in shining armour, coming to their rescue.

This is Chivalry.
This is what they say is dead.

But I beg to disagree.

Chivalry is very much alive in our very own modern day to day living.
We just have to look at it in a very different way.

Let me prove my point.
Let me tell you a story about a guy I know.

This guy, let’s name him….say …Sir Tyrone from the land of Guitaria.
Finds out that his desired woman .. let’s name her…say…
Princess Tracy from the Kingdom of Medicina.

He finds out that his woman is out of a very necessary commodity…let’s say….Coffee.
This is a very important need especially in the hours of sunrise.

Our brave Knight would not let her Princess be in a dire predicament,
so he tries to asses the situation.
Since it’s already in an unholy hour of 10:00 at night,
and our Knight is also not feeling well, from sneezing and sinus allergies
he acquired from going to the park,
he presented himself to go out on a journey,
to fulfill his quest, amidst the dark and suspicious road
that leads to the Dragon’s Lair (“Convenience store”).

He courageously rides his noble steed (“the car”),
and attentively drove off, while dodging perilous obstacles, (“road hazards, pot holes, other cars…etc.”)

Arrives at his destination, confident to find the said article of goods,
which was in aisle 6,
and proudly acquire his lady’s favorite brand.

But to his horror and dismay, the one that her lady desires was not there.
An empty portion of the shelf, right beside the decaf ones.

God forbid if our hero brings back decaf!

So he thinks quickly.
Sees the lady by the counter who obviously was not in a good mood
for working late at night (“The Dragon”).

Our Hero asks her if they have the desired article in stock somewhere in the back.

She answered,
“We only got what you see in the shelf” quite rudely. (“Bad Dragon”)

Sir Tyrone got a whiff of the lady’s breath
which was somewhat on the unpleasant side. (“Bad Fire-breathing dragon”).

Our hero attempts to smile, and hold his breath at the same time.
(“Bravery and quick wit at a time of pressure”)

Quickly returns to the shelf and tried to think.
He thought hard.
Then he saw a glimpse of the desired article at the back,
right beside a weird Italian brand which I can not pronounce.

Grabs it and seized the moment!
He Carpe’d the Cafe!

He returns to his lovely lady,
presenting her with her treasure,
and pays him back with a smile and a kiss.

It’s all worth it, for that one kiss.

End of story.

In conclusion,

Chivalry is not dead.
Just out of stock.

That must have been the stupidest post I have ever done.
Shheeeeeeeessshhh!!!

Anyway,
Here are some cool links for us to get our minds off of this crap.

A panoramic view of world places —> Geo Images
My heart line says it’s full of Big Mac —> Palm Reading
Remember the old Atari game TANK? —> Turbo Tanks
Yet another Pingu – Yeti Game —> Yeti Sports

It was a very nice day today,
so Tracy and I decided to do some yard work.
Actually, I decided it, and she did all the work.

So anyway,
while she was pulling out all the weeds,
Tyler was just running around all over the place trying to help.
Then all of a sudden, Tyler tried to spit.

See, Filipino’s have this bad habit of spitting anywhere they can.

The moment Tracy saw Tyler trying his best to spit,
She looks up at me and says:

“Look at your son! Now where in the world would he get that from?”

So, I told her the truth…..

“Damn that Sesame Street!”

We have searched high and low,
We have searched far and wide,
We have feared our hearts are torn,
Will you help us find the missing corn?

Click here —–>

I guess that’s what you do when you turn 18 months old.

It’s incredible how different customs and traditions are
when it comes to events and holidays.

Christmas, Halloween, Easter….
Everybody has their own way of spending these festivities.

Today, after church,
We were going to paint the eggs for Tyler to do his First Easter Egg hunt,
but we decided that he is still too young to help with the painting.
Well, actually, Tracy decided that.

Because, I have no clue.
I have never really participated nor experienced any Easter egg hunting in my life.
We do not do this in the Philippines.
At least not when I lived there.
And I was just too old to partake in this hunting gig while I lived in Canada.
So I never really know nor understand how a kid feels at Easter time.

See back home in the Philippines,
we celebrate Easter very early in the morning.
At dawn, and in Church.
We call it the “Salubong” (the meeting).

It is basically the highlight of a procession of both the images of Jesus and Mary,
meeting for the first time since the Lord resurrected from Death.
Their images on a big float, which came from 2 different points in town.

Then when they meet, Mary’s black veil will be lifted and replaced by a white one.
This is where the event organizers do the main show,
They sometimes train doves to take off the veil,
Or dress up a little kid as an angel and make them remove the veil and replace it.

Pretty neat, really.

Then, after the mass, we all have our breakfast with real Filipino delicacies.
Puto Bumbong, Bibingka, Palabok… and many more.

Hey hey hey, You know me.. I like food!!

But here in North America,
People do it differently.

First everyone goes to church, or better known as “The Great Fashion Show”.
Then this special day is celebrated by hiding all the Easter eggs,
tell the kids, a certain Rabbit hid them,
and everyone races to find as many as they could.
With prices to win, and fun times to experience.

As long as nobody forgets the real reason we celebrate this event,
It’s all good, I always say.

I am just worried I might mix up all the traditions and practices I have acquired,
while living in different places.
And tell the stories to my grandchildren ….

Grandkids: Grandpa, what is Easter?

Me: (in a husky grandfather voice)
Kids, Easter is the day when we celebrate how the Lord died for the sins of mankind,
because they cannot find the hidden eggs, and then at dawn, He rose from the dead,
came out of his tomb, saw his shadow and we had 6 more weeks of winter.

It really is funny how the mind works.
You know yesterday was the start of Daylight Savings Time,
and you know you’re going to lose an hour,
so you better make sure you go to bed early and get some sleep.

But it doesn’t work that way.
You know you can’t just lie down and sleep right away.
You know you’re going to do some thinking.
Also, knowing that you have to wake up early the next day
does not help one bit.

Does this happen to anyone out there too?
Where you can’t sleep just because you have to wake up early the next day?
Or you think too much?
Think of different things? All at the same time?
And none of them doesn’t have anything to do with one another.
You know what I mean”¦?
Like”¦

First you try to get comfortable, fixing your pillow, your bed, your blankets, then you think about what happened to your day today, was it a good day or a bad day, did you lock the doors up, turned all the lights out, you feel your back ache from washing the car, Man, I am getting old, especially how I get out of breath just by squatting down and trying to scrub the tires; at least I got the oil changed the other day, Tyler’s doctor drives an H2. Man, I am in the wrong profession; maybe I should go back to school and start something else; $30 Dollars for a basic Oil Change? You got to be kidding me!?, Man, my back really hurts; What was that sound?? Maybe we got ghosts here? Hey that movie Hellboy must be good huh? They are the ones who bump back in the night. Matrix Revolutions is coming out on DVD on Tuesday, I got to get that one; Crap, I need to get the second one too. I need another place to place all my DVD’s. Maybe I should get another rack; I could use the one I have now for something else, God, I can’t wait to get back to work, so I don’t have to feel bad buying stuff for me, We need to save money for the wedding too; I am so excited to finally marry Tracy; I also need to get in shape; I would look ridiculously funny in a tux if I am out of shape; Crap, I need to find some Tux rental place; I wonder why Linux chose a penguin as it’s mascot; Screw the get in shape plan; I am in shape, round is a shape; It’s hard sometimes to play guitar when your belly supports the back of your instrument; come to think of it, it’s a nice way to relax your shoulders from the guitar strap; Oh man I want to get a new guitar; I miss my Fender Strat which I left back in the Philippines; I wonder how my friends are back there; Sometimes I wonder if they miss me too; I know Darwin, my best friend does, he constantly keeps in touch; John, Anthony and Eric does too, I wonder how they are as well; man, I remember all the gimmicks we had; If I had a penny for every time we cut school and hang out; I need to start thinking about Tyler’s college education; He’s got another tooth coming out, the kid is growing like a weed; I just can’t find a comfortable position, my back is killing me; What time is it? Oh God , I need to get some sleep; If I ever catch this jerk who drives by in his Bike and revs up so loud it annoys the crap out of me; I also hope those guys with whooping sound system in their cars goes deaf or impotent for playing it that loud; I was once young but there is no need to play it that loud at 2 in the morning; also the asswipes who screech their tires at the Wal-Mart parking lot; who are they trying to impress? Do they know who shops at Wal-Mart? You always find the most annoying; weirdest; obnoxious; unbearable people at Wal-Mart; Those fire ants in our backyard just won’t die; Where are they hiding their queen?; I need to get some stronger fire ant killing stuff; maybe I’ll go to Wal-Mart tomorrow. I’ll try to get some printer ink as well; Maybe they sell guitar strings there; Of course they do, They’re Wal-Mart; I love that store; I wonder how much is a single bed; If our mother’s come here for the wedding, where are they gonna sleep?; We only have one bed; I Need to go to sleep! Why can’t I sleep?; Why can’t I play guitar like Sambora?; Maybe if I turn to my side it would ease the pressure off my back; Maybe I should start drinking so I could go to sleep faster; I am afraid I might get used to it and have a drinking problem; Maybe I’ll go to rehab or die from overdose like those famous musicians; Presley, Aykroyd, or Cobain; Man, if I was married to Courtney Love I would kill myself too; Oh man, I got so much stuff to do tomorrow; Maybe if I fix this pillow right, I might fall aslee…. ZZzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzz”¦”¦

Is it just me or am I just Nucking Futs?

You know,
Planning a wedding with very limited money is not an easy task.

Not to mention having less than 2 months to prepare.

So Tracy and I are trying to embark upon this challenge,
the same way we deal with every other difficulties we have encountered.

One Step at a time.

Yesterday we have finally purchased our rings.
And what a task it was.

See for guys, all we need is a ring that is simple.
We don’t care about diamonds, carats, designs, color,
gold, white gold, yellow gold, silver, sets,
solitaire, cathedrals, depth, symmetry,
flouresence, table, crown width, clarity, girdles, culets,
Casting Quality, Prong Quality,
Channel Settings, Metal Quality, and Gemstone quality.

None of those.

Us guys only want is a ring that’ll fit.
That’s it.

Except for me.

I want my ring to be gold,
Preferably made in the fires of Mount Doom.
With writings in some form of Elvish,
and the language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here.

Top reasons why you would let your wife/husband/partner cut your hair.
(or whatever’s left of it)

1. You are too broke to get a haircut.
2. You are too cheap to pay for a haircut
3. You are too lazy to go out and get a haircut.

All wrong!!!

Correct answer is”¦”¦

You have accepted that you are “OWNED”!!! —->

No matter!
I saved myself 15 bucks!!!

A couple of nights ago,
We were having dinner,
We heard someone knocking on our door.

As I checked to see who it was,
I immediately saw the flashing red and blue lights.
It was the cops.

I opened the door, and the officer said,
“Hello. Good evening. We received a 911 call from this residence.
Is everything all right?”

I said, “Really?” while scratching my head,
trying to remember a memory that wasn’t there.

The Officer replied,
“Trust me sir, I wouldn’t be here if we did not receive a call.”

Now, Tracy approaches the front door as well.

“No sir, I am sorry. It wasn’t us”
I responded back with a baffled look on my face.

Tracy said, “Well, we have a toddler….”

Immediately the officer replied,
“Ah! That must be it. It happens.”

He now has a smile on his face,
while I can feel the embarrassment on mine.

He also added,
“We would rather be here and see that everything is fine,
rather than something else. Have a nice night then.”

“Thank you, officer.”
I said, as Tracy and I looked at each other, closing the front door.

That was quite embarrassing.

See, whenever we change Tyler’s diaper,
we have to have something called a bribe.

Something for him to hold and play,
just to distract him and not roll over and fight us.

It just so happens that the phone was nearby,
and it was the only thing we can give him to get his attention.

He likes playing with anything that beeps, or makes a sound.
So I guess that must have happened then and there.

Now I was thinking.
There are ten possible numbers (0-9),
On ten different places, (0123456789)
Which would mean there are:
If my math doesn’t fail me,

10,000,000,000 possible combinations –> 10 to the 10th power, (10¹⁰)
The Kid just happens to press the 3 dreaded numbers.

Then, I did some more thinking.
(Shut up! It’s either ponder about stuff like this or watch Oprah.)

Anyway, I was saying,
I started thinking,
Maybe Tyler really did press those numbers.
Maybe it’s a cry for help.

“Help!! Get me out here!! These people are crazy!!”

Moral of the story?

I am bringing Tyler next time I play the lottery.

Now here are some cool links to take your mind off this crap.

Here’s a bloody version of the yeti-pingu game —> Yeti Gore
Transforming Ytterbium Replicant Optimized for Nocturnal Exploration —> get your Cyborg Name
Meet Mili and Tary (A yeti game spin off) —> Mili&Tary
Blue balls to the Left —> Red Ball Blue Ball
The Simpsons in India —> The Singhsons