Someone was trying to capture a perfect pose for this little boy and he did not budge.  He knows that the photographer is trying to get a picture of him.  He is only three.  He did not mind at all if the camera is aimed at him.  Instead he stared.

Suddenly, “I have a car!” he blurted out of nowhere.  “Really?” replied the photographer.  “Where is your car now?” she continued asking.  “There, far away, ” the little boy answered.

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(My apologies to everybody. I’ve been caught in my busy world and never had time to update. Here is my story for today…)

I saw this little boy in the neighborhood one day. He was playing and I called him. He reluctantly approached me. I hugged him and asked how’s he been doing. He said, “Ok lang (I’m OK).” I asked him again while he tried to unclamp from my embrace, “I was told you quit school. Why?” (The little boy is only 5 years old.) He answered me, “It was what Mommy wants.” (This is not true, of course, because his dad told hubby that the little boy suddenly wanted to stop. Hubby was opposed to the idea.) “When do you plan to go back to school?” I prodded. “‘Pag me kotse na kami (When we have a car already).” (The men in the neighborhood guffawed and one of them shouted, “You will grow to be uneducated!”)

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They call each other cupcake. Such an endearing gesture one may assume. But let me tell you one funny story.

Mark and Luisa fondly calls each other ‘cupcake’. Their friends have known the two as a sweet couple always seemingly in love everyday and every moment with each other. They usually see them hold hands or kiss. It was a lovely sight. They are inseparable.

One day, Luisa went to the mall with her cousin. They were looking for a wardrobe when suddenly, she heard somebody called someone ‘cupcake’. She and her cousin turned suddenly and saw a couple very sweet to each other almost like the sweetness of Mark and Luisa.

In an instant, Luisa noticed something familiar. The man wore the same band she gave her ‘cupcake’.

Luisa: Cupcake?

(Mark turns; turned very pale at once.)

Mark: Cu-cupcake?

Woman who was with mark: Cupcake?

I know you can tell how this ended.

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When asked about what makes him a stroke survivor, he would always tell that it is his wife, and the taste of brandy. It was an advise from his cousin doctor that taught him to drink brandy. He was told it was safe to drink. No beers, or whiskey, only brandy.

When made to choose between his wife and a bottle of brandy. It was the latter. It is his fountain of youth. He must have believed it so that he had never had a stroke after five times before he learned drinking brandy.

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In a restaurant, it is always the soup that is served first.

After waiting for the program to start after an hour, the guests are hungry. In one of the tables, after the soup is served, the ten guests in that table are still starving.

One of them speaks, grinning, “We can have another serving.”

“How?” the others in the table chorus.

“Get your table napkins and wipe the soup bowls clean,” says the first.

They follow and wipes the soup bowls clean.

“Waiter!”

Waiter then approaches.

“We are starving here. The others are having their soup servings already.”

“Right away, sir, ” the waiter leaves puzzled.

The ten of them in that table had two soup servings each.

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