Never ever (and I mean never ever!) leave your precious cup of caffeine in the presence of a kid in action.
See Exhibit Q.
This one goes out to… you know who you are.
Thank you for your forgiveness in 2012. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for continuing to love me.
Thank you for everything. May the year ahead be better for both of us.
Will Rise Again
Manny Pacquiao lost in a fourth fight with Juan Manuel Marquez a few days ago. He’s now back in the Philippines and is given a hero’s welcome despite the defeat.
A hero’s welcome – yes, that’s what an icon like Pacman deserves. Many of us Filipinos were heartbroken to have seen him fall down last Sunday, but hey, here he is, graciously accepting the fact that in a game like boxing, you can’t win all the time.
You rise, you fall – when you do fall, you simply get up again.
I found so many posts on Facebook from people showing overwhelming support for Manny. The best one I found was a photo that said: “He raised our flag, now it’s our turn to raise him up.”
Another one was a comment bashing Justin Bieber for the photo he posted on Twitter. The nerve. I’m not a fan of this boy (or girl, so they say) and I’d call him stupid any time. Sabi nga nung nag-comment “Pacman vs. Bieber. Tingnan natin sino tulog!”
I’d love to see Manny again on that ring, though I don’t care whoever he wishes to battle next, I, just like many of our countrymen, always hope he’ll win.
12.12.12 it is!
So apparently, this will be the last repetitive date we’ll ever see in our lifetime… unless of course you manage to stay alive until the next century, when January 1, 2101 comes (1.1.1)
I don’t know what’s with these types of dates, but some people say it is lucky. I am inclined to make a wish, let’s see if it comes true…
(actually this is something that crossed my mind just a while back, when my little monster knocked down our Christmas tree).
My wish: A force field for everything fragile, hot, toxic, electrical and non-food items at home.
Hey Santa, are you reading my blog? 
Bizarre Foods with King Mortel (again? yes, again!)
Two years and 9 months and here I am still adding things to my little boy’s bizarre taste for “foods”. I will never know when this phenomena will end and despite the horror and gazillion “Nooooo!’s” I have screamed on top of my arid lungs, King will just smile back at me with all his innocence and satisfaction, knowing he has once again driven his mum nuts and panicky more than ever.
So, Mr. Andrew Zimmern, if you’re planning on retiring early, my son may just have the potential to take over your show.
Here are his latest, most ever bizarre gastronomic finds:
Zippers
Bag zippers, trouser zippers, jacket zippers, shorts zippers…. I certainly cannot comprehend how these can be so appetizing.
High chair straps
Do you feed your child on a high chair? I do. The thing is, it’s not just the real food that goes into his tiny mouth. The high chair straps seem to be a delectable treat for him too!
My finger
I once tried to get something really nasty out of his mouth and he ended up biting the flesh off my finger! As a result, “tall man” had to be wrapped in bandage for an entire week.
The window
We have a sliding glass window that he loves to close when it’s supposed to be open. I need fresh air you see, but when he shuts that window, say goodbye to the air and hello to the mouth pressed on that glass.
The wall
What’s with the wall? I have no idea! I never have asked him to face the wall but just like our window, you’d find his mouth pressed into it instantly or just whenever he feels like it.
Mirrors
I know kids love to stare (and probably kiss) their own reflection on a mirror, but the ever bizarre King tries to lick and bite “himself”. I find it hilarious.
Glass table corners
Yep, we’ve got lots of glass stuff in the house, even our tables are made of glass. We love them, and the little one does too….so much he just had to bite each corner!
Refrigerator magnets
Our entire collection of fridge magnets from different places have been reduced to three – Singapore, Canada and Subic. Our Boracay magnet now spells as BORACA. Go figure.
Sand and stones
My days of lovely and fabulous holiday in Boracay had bouts of distress and panic when I saw my little boy put sand and stones his mouth! Even did it twice…. I wanted to collapse into nothingness.
Slippers
Rubbery textured and flavored foods never worked for us… I thought.
Ants
I guess I never have to call pest control again….ever.
Styro
We love fast food, too… especially over the lazy weekends. I have been thankful for them switching to paper because King happens to … well you know what.
CDs
“Put that away, that’s not a cookie!”
Colored pencils
Thankfully the ones I got were non-toxic. I think I’ll try that purple one.
Rubber puzzle mat
They’re colorful, lovely and “rubbery”… and very tasty according to King.
My computer table
What part of “don’t eat that!” did he not hear?
Toothbrush bristles
Brushing recently became a battle. Maybe the bristles and toothpaste go well together after all because he chews on them! Okay, hold on. I gotta go get a new toothbrush.
Poop
Maybe not so bizarre anymore as many kids have actually done this, but my boy also has the habit of painting his comforters with **it.
My bra
Did I hear “say what?!”
I suppose I should get ready for more.
Gotta run. There’s something in my boy’s mouth again. Wait, is that our photo album again?! Aaargh!
Life and Death
I have two best friends in this life – Sheryl and JC.
It was Sheryl’s birthday yesterday… I wish I could’ve gone home to Pampanga to surprise her and catch up but I never got to. I wanted to give her something different for her ump-tieth birthday, so I filmed King singing “Happy Birthday” to her and posted the video on her Facebook wall. I also requested a YESFM dj to greet her on air.
I think I made her happy. I really hope I did.
On the other hand, I have been in tears for the past two days because JC has passed on. It was Saturday morning – I thought I was done balling my eyes out from a row with B on Friday, but no. Kuya Gino suddenly called and told me the sad news.
I could hardly believe what he said. It felt like a bucket of icy cold water was splashed onto my being. I felt shocked and numbed. It was just days ago when I saw his Facebook post, telling Shela, his girlfriend, that he’d be alright soon.
Seeing him there at the chapel, lying lifeless and realizing I will never get to speak to the one who has listened to all my stories, ranting and senseless musings, I began to feel a little guilt for not having that much time to visit him the past years. I could’ve paid him and Mami Marle a visit, but somehow, somewhere, I barely had the opportunity to do so.
I know how much he misses all of us – his friends who have kept him happy and made him forget he had been on that wheelchair since forever. Our lives have become preoccupied with many things, and though I still constantly send him messages online which he responds to (unless he’d fallen asleep in front of his pc), I know we all wanted to get together again and spend so many happy hours drinking, exchanging stories, being silly and falling asleep on their sofa (well that’s me, Selina and Ciel).
JC, I didn’t know you’ve been suffering before this. You were always the type of person who does not complain. You don’t let your friends know, because you thought we’ve forgotten… No my friend. Never. I am just glad you’ve found an angel in Shela. I know how hard you’ve tried to fight off death just to be with her some more. God, you are both so lucky to have had each other.
My best friend may have joined the Almighty and though every one of us who loved him will miss him terribly, I take comfort in knowing he was happy to have the most wonderful family and girlfriend by his side. I envy him somehow, because I know he has already realized his mission in life, at such a very young age. I am still in the dark about mine (or maybe I’m already doing it without realizing, really) hopefully before something like this happens, I’d be able to fulfill whatever it is. I am glad JC has fulfilled his’.
May eternal light shine upon you, my friend. Dont forget to give my dad a hug for me.
milestones: alphabet
I cannot believe this was more than a year ago, little fella. Love you.
Pinterest, why have you suddenly become so interesting to me?
If had everything I pin and repin and like and upload there, I’d probably flip. Oh, just so interesting.
Who’s got Pinterest? Let’s follow each other’s boards!
http://www.pinterest.com/thankyougiftreg
http://www.pinterest.com/jugeemortel
Do you like this on our humour board?
Let’s go!
RIP, Dolphy.
I still remember laughing hard with my dad while watching John en Marsha…. and then when I got married, I found out that my father in law actually wrote the story and screenplay for one of his films…
Mang Dolphy, say “Hi” to Daddy Tony and Papa Jun for us. Thank you for the many years of laughter you have shared with the Filipino people.
Farewell.
A Beautiful Mind Indeed
Of course, if it’s Miriam Santiago talking, noses and brains bleed. Take a look at this short clip from an interview by PeopleAsia.
Does anyone have the entire thing?
