Some Choice Quotes to The Jawongs of The World

 Here they are:

1. Take a good look at yourself before you criticize others ...

2. A good rule of the thumb is to look at the mirror and see yourself first before you criticize and insult others.

3. Don't tell me how to be me, when you can't even figure yourself out.

4. Look at yourself  before you go on judging others.

5. You will never be criticize by someone who is doing more than you.  You will be criticized by someone doing less.

6. Any amount of time you spent criticizing others, is time you could spend improving yourself.

7. Let the improvement of yourself keep you busy, so you will have no time to criticize others.

Short Circuit

Two friends were commenting on this picture:

Friend1: Did you notice it?  The color scheme and the theme in this photo is very revealing ... and appropriate.

Friend2:  Really? Do Filipino people have to carry that yoke for BBM-Sara?

Do I Write Humor?

A lot of people think I write humor.

But then I knew a woman who thought that Leni lost because she was not BBM. As an observer of human behavior all I do is question them and I rarely find it funny.

For example, being the owner of a fast-food restaurant, why is it that when we decide to take our lunch, the customers start pouring in, making us eat past 3 PM.

And while we are at it, why is it that if there are no customers, we complain and blame Covid for everything? And why is it that if there was a deluge of customers, we start complaining about how tired we are?

Or why is it that when you are in a hurry, too many things happened to like your car tire got punctured and has not had enough air in it or perhaps a funeral car stopped your vehicle and there were long men and women in black in a somber parade?

And how can you explain the owner of a Doberman who proudly showed his sharp incisors and the owner downplay and pooh-poohed his beastness by saying" he was only saying hi... to you?"

And why is it that when it's summer ... people complain that it is hot, and when it is raining the same people complain that it is muddy and wet?

And the pen with no ink? If your son accidentally placed it in his white polo uniform, why did it turn blue if there was no ink?

And why is it that you report for work ... and then you realize it was your day off?

Or why do I assume those love birds kissing inside the cage are married? Or they are just flirting around and is playing with fire?

And going to the doctor's office, why is it that the first thing I saw is his wilted flowers by the porch. Does he care only about his patients and not his plants?

I have to admit my gateway to humor is crammed and jammed ... and my threshold for laughter is low.  

Let us breed and cultivate it ... and find anything funny in everything.

How Was Your Family Like?

An investigative reader once throws a difficult question to me: how was my family really like up close and personal? Did we come close like what I say in my columns? An amalgam of Dolphy's family in John and Marsha or an alloy of the Iskul Bukol family crackling crispy gags and punchlines?

The last time my family laughed was when our oven got burned and we made the SM Food Court an extension of our dining room for a month.

Honestly, I did not have that engorge varicose vein in my jugular as a result of humming or whispering.  

From time to time we shout and yell at each other, we bang the door to dramatize our points, we shed tears to settle our disputes, we throw plates like we play tennis, we learn from our mistakes, we bum around and procrastinate and we experience setbacks,  failures, and defeats.

The last time I remember, we are still a bona fide and esteemed members in good standing of your basic screwed-up family.

There is a thin line that separates love and hate, laughter and tears, humor and hurt, merriment and suffering.

For how do you know laughter if there are no tears to compare it with?

Short Circuit

Nutrition Question Of The Day:  Can rice cause high blood pressure?

Answer: Yes ... especially if there is no viand that goes with it.

I Dont Care

A View To A Thrill

Having a kid in the house has never failed to amaze me.  When JM was five, he invented a new way to make a hole in his skull and land in the nearest hospital.  It is called a rollerskate.

To tell you the truth I am tired. I have dedicated my entire life to keeping that kid whole, and at this time of my life when I should be enjoying warming up my rocking chair or waking up at the midday... he made me a nervous wreck ... a basket case ... a wuss.

It all began when he fancied a bicycle. While shopping at SM he gave the sales ladies a hair-raising experience when he jumped into this two-wheeled vehicle and made the kitchen wares department his showroom. As I convoy along with him with one hand on his crash helmet and the wheels on the other, he pushed my panic buttons and the only words of wisdom I said were, "If you are not going to stop, you will crush in the expensive glassware ... and that will send us home penniless!"

"Really Dad. you are more concerned about money more than my safety?"

PJ on the other wants a skateboard. I don't know if he had imbibed a gallon of all those Hollywood action movie inanities, but he has the makings of a young daredevil ... or a gymnast perhaps. For the sheer lack of an indoor skateboard park or a parking lot in our area, he made our living room a living nightmare.

As he practices his heelflip and ollie in our narrowed sala, his head almost hits the lampshade, I shielded his head and here he feels off-track and pins me with his body on the carpet.  "Definitely it is not my fault ... " He said. "The living room is more than crowded and here you are making it more cramped."

In school, JM tried being a Houdini. He took a classroom chair, and let himself in by placing his head between two-closed wooden bars.

He realized he was not a Houdini after all, sister superior was almost at the end of her patience as she watched JM being sawed away from the chair.

JP tried the seesaw for a change. I tried to give him a pep talk to seesaw beginners. But did he listen to my sermon? He did not. As I positioned him on the platform, it vacillated and I was compensated for my prudence and vigilance when the wooden apparatus side swept my butt without warning. Just like that.

As they become older JM turned to basketball.  My mother says it outright, "No you are not joining ..."

"What do you mean ... and what has that to do with me?" he answered.

"If you want to kill grandma, I can't stop you.  But every Grandmother's Day ... mark my words you are going to feel just terrible."

It never ended.

As soon as I thought I had myself under control ... now they want a motorcycle.  One night both of them left the house with the AGV helmet under their arms.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Trying to find a hill where we can perfect our bar-hop (While airborne, rider keeps both hands on the grips and extends legs straight out between arms and over handlebars.) Then we are going to balance ourselves until we fall off.  Then they give me that impish smile.

"When will this end?" my mother asked. 

"I guess there will be no end ..." I answered.

When both of them grow up... they will want more thrills.  Getting a car for one, maybe bungee jumping, or worse parachuting.