my first road mishap. yeepee!

It’s quite distasteful to have someone bump you at the rear then find
out the assailant hasn’t been contrite or remorseful of their misdeed
and even defraud you when you extend an amicable hand by forgoing
with the procedures exacted by law on occurrence of vehicular
misfortune.

a month ago (june 9) , at around 6 pm, while we were engaging the
Gov. Camins intersection trekking from Sta. Maria turning towards
Sta. Cruz, a white sedan bumped us from behind hitting my sister’s
ankle and breaking the transparent cover of the plate number of the
Honda motorbike I was driving.

In my willingness to spare other motorists of the hassles and trouble
of a traffic congestion and after a quick assessment of my sister’s
injury, I decided to let the slip-up go by and let the driver go with
impunity. A big mistake some might say, but I thought it was best for
everybody that time. It was really a hastily made judgment I felt I
had to do. With the minimal of damage and just a minor contusion on
sis’ ankle, plus we where rushing to get to the pier as we had to
deliver some stuff to someone leaving for the islands that very
moment; moreover, we were driving in a very busy intersection at a
still very busy period of the day (I had this uneasy feeling about
subjecting people to hassles just like I want them to spare me of
them, too)

After the bump, the car stopped while we were forced to halt about a
meter and a half to two meters farther to avoid contact with the car
again. I quickly checked the traffic lights ahead of us and saw the
green arrow pointing to the path I was turning to was still on as the
green light for those who were suppose to move straight towards
Canelar St. was also beaming brightly.

I can unmistakably recall that I signaled to turn left as I still saw
my signal lights blinking on the speedometer board right in front of
me right after I made the stop.

I looked back at the driver, dismounted the bike and walked slowly
towards the car while making a sign pointing to the traffic lights
that I was still clear for turning left. I saw the car had a scratch
just below the right headlight and the driver turn out to be a girl. I
approached her, I believe, in a very unassuming manner, but she was
uneasy. She was alone with some pets- an undersized dog or a cat
(I didn’t mind it that much as I was concern more of everybody’s
safety as there were vehicles moving through already). I told her that
the left turn light was still on during that moment meaning I was
still allowed to turn left. She seemed to be having a little bit of
anxiety going on from the way she was reacting- uneasy while not
saying anything clearly. Mostly gestures I recalled.

I walked back to the bike I was driving to check any damages and saw
the transparent cover of our plate number smashed and the plate a bit
bended. Other than that, it wasn’t visible to me right then. I thought
quickly of getting the car’s plate number so should any need for it
come up, I suppose I can run a check on the car’s details later with
the LTO.

After assessing everything, the damages, injury and all the
circumstances-which I can say that I stand at the losing end if I let
it go by- I still decided to let it pass and let everybody come home
early for the night. I was mistaken, I now recognize.

With this, I believe, kind act, I was reciprocated with a total
dishonesty from the lady driver (I didn’t even check if she was
licensed already. Now, I’m having my suspicions if she’s even
qualified to drive with her diminutive physical form).

After saving the alpha-numeric texts on the car’s plate, I walked
quickly towards the driver’s side and ask for an exchange of contact
numbers with the lady- as I was ready to let it go by and leave the
area, it would be right to ask for a contact number in case the need
to get in touch with the other party would arise as in if incase my
sister’s contusion would develop into a severe hematoma or
aggravated into something that would necessitate hospitalization
or medication of some kind. I know it would have no bearing as
there would be no technical record of the incident that may legally
be referred to incase the need arises. But I trusted that the other
party will consider. I was wrong.

What’s the worst thing that can happen if you give your number to a
stranger (which I don’t see my self as a total stranger in this
incident, I’m an aggrieved party, I believe)?-you’ll received
unwarranted stupid messages from a deranged anonymous sender?
You’ll get stalked? If I could have the chance to tell her, I’d
tell her: kid, don’t patronize yourself too much. You don’t look
the kind to be stalked around. I don’t care if she’s the third
member of the Olsen Twins or Hanna Montana herself. Do I appear
like some deranged driver who follows other people around for
unilateral pleasure? You endangered me and my sister’s life.
You could have dragged us to our deaths- God
forbid. Who ever taught you how to drive?

As I asked for her number, after offering mine, she went giving me
one cell phone number then changing to another in the middle of
her narration of the number. “Ay! ito na lang” she quipped. I
know, I should have been wiser to double-check on the second one,
but in my hurry to clear up the road for other motorists, I
thought of double-checking it later. Regrettably, I underestimated
the deportment of the kid. She gave me a false cell phone number.
It cannot be contacted. I just thought of giving her some piece of
advice about driving as she clearly needed some or maybe just a
piece of my mind through text messaging, that’s all. I know it’s
dim-witted, I should have underwent the proper procedure on
vehicular incidents-let the police record it.

But just to caution everybody else, be on the look out for this car.
You might get hit by it next time: a white sedan bearing the plate
number KBW377 driven by a young lady who I suspect is from the
areas of pasonanca, sta. maria or the nearby villages. (I think we
came from the same direction preceding the incident. She was in her
home clothing, so, probably, she had just went out)

All I asked was a contact number. It was all in good faith. And
providing someone whose life you could have ended with your
slackness on the road is all but proper. And you took it off beam.

I hope you can sleep soundly at night, kid.

the bashful boobfull

GMA was called into questions about her confidential bosom implant she reportedly had last week. the booby talk put her in an awkward situation. this was how she looked when she was ask about it:



please dont ask me about that
i'm embarrassed. how could you?





oh! please dont ask me about my business

Whoohooo!

welcome to the mexican mariachi club!

Before the fight, he talked a lot of shit. That he was bigger, heftier and therefore stronger than ‘Packy’. That he’s gonna’ shock Manny with his heavy punches. His trainer Floyd, Sr. did the same thing and he’s done that even when Manny’s promoter talked about a possible fight with David Diaz. That Manny was doing the unthinkable if he goes toe-to-toe with Diaz and/or Dela Hoy-hoy. This time even took the task of training Manny’s opponent to ensure Pacman’s defeat. They hurled a lot of crapped on Manny on pre-fight interviews.

So, what have they got to say now?

After Hatton’s first trip to the floor, Hatton clearly looked like he was the one stunned by Manny’s mighty right straight. On his second fall, he looked like he was thinking he might have really underestimated Manny after all. On his final dive to the canvas via a swinging hard left from Manny, right there and then, he thought of just packing up and giving in to Manny. Whooo-hooo!

After the win, Hatton was at his corner being asked by some officials, he looked lost and asking: where am I? Why are there too many people here? Who are you? and all that.

Now that he lost to Manny, one can’t help but wonder if morales, marquez, barrera, diaz and dela hoy-hoy would welcome Hatton to their all-retired-boxers mariachi club, since he’s not Mexican.

Now they’re talking about pitting ‘Packy’ against Floyd, Jr. The younger Floyd’s old man would be given another chance to talk shit against ‘Packy’. let's just leave the sourgraping old man. he's running out of options at getting back at roach and pacquiao.

but, can somebody tell those Mayweathers to better prepare and be really prepared if they don’t want Floyd, Jr. to look lost (just like Hatton) in the midst of a packed out arena... or just like this:





whoohooo!

Na-Laos!

with the exclusion of the country's favorite spectator sport in this year's south east asian games due to reasons that resonates practicality (what with the global recession and all), the host country, Laos, has, instead, suggested the following games as substitutes:

foot-wrestling - (look, they've prepared a team for this event already-the best and the brightest)



Rodent-rugby - works like rugby, but a rodent takes the place of the ball. you have to seize the rodent first before you can have team possession.

Spit-relay - this is very exciting to the natives. how is it played? just get the idea on how the game is called.

face-boxing - a game played where opponents try to knock each other out by head-butting one after the other without the receiving-opponent dodging the head-butt. first to quit loses.

cant wait to watch these thrilling games. we just have to wait until december to watch the games in Laos.


yeeepeee!

jail birds

at the hearing on the alleged bribery attempt of the "alabang boys" at the House of Representatives, the three suspects looked more like contestants in a valentine dating game.





look who asked to join in the show (even took the time to dress up)...





now, check out who tried to catch up with the group...



the winner will get the 270M lotto jackpot and a date with "Madame Van Damme"- Ms.Bulakalak ng City Jail 2009.

whooohoooo!

golf-e golfe 101

This is what happens when a no good, war-freak mayor from the province tries to play a game of golf.

Since it’s his first time, he brings his goons with him and flashes all his mediocre stuff in the bag. To let people know he’s sozi and knows his way in the club

when he tees off, he does it by throwing the golf ball in the air then hit it as it falls back down using the iron as a bat. He firmly knows tiger woods as a baseball player, hence the way he tees off.

In the fairway…he doesn’t like long walks. he skips the fairway and goes right on to the greens.

In the greens, he would use the iron as cue stick to drive the ball into the hole.

He ends his game all in one fairway as he hates going through the hassles of moving from the first to the last hole.

And if anyone, I mean anyone at all, bothers him along the way, he beat the crap out of them. It doesn’t matter if it’s a senior citizen or a kid. And he will beat them not once, but will call his other goons and go after the adversary along the halls of the club and continue pounding on them to his heart's content.

He looks around and sees his cabinet-member dad looking on and say: “hey, dad, look! I’m beating the crap out of people. Whoopteedooo!”

And the high level politician replies: “nice work, son! I told you you’ll like golfing”

when the son reads in the news: "DAR Chief's Son Involved in Mauling". he defends himself saying, "nakita nyo ba akong nag-malling?!"

Yeeepeee! And they live free from legal hassles because of their strong political influence.

Booooooooo!

take this, mr president!

here it is! all those who can't wait to hurl their shoes onto george bush, here's is your chance. some imaginative yet slothful individuals, who spends their idle time scanning their television for bad news about george bush, have actually created a program that lets anyone pitch their shoes onto a docking face of george bush.

isn't that amazing? that has to be the scientific breakthrough of the year. if not the decade or the century. somebody has got to give these guys a nobel prize for this wonderful idea/project turned into a workable method for the release of personal anger, resentment or rage against their politicians. somebody's got to nominate these geniuses to the rock n roll hall of fame. 'coz they rock! whoohoo!

i wrote about this in my december 15 post entitled "missed by a shoe string". and this is realy unbelievable. it's now a real game.

here it is. click this site:

http://sockandawe.com/

or you can try these:

http://www.arcadevenus.com/games/1362/sock-and-awe.html

http://www.monkeydonkeygames.com/game/3972/Sock-and-Awe.html

http://www.addictinggames.com/sockandawe.html

there you go. enjoy hitting the goofy guy with the shoe!

another senate performance

the senate blue ribbon committee looking into the infamous fertilizer scam is set to conduct another hearing on the case during the holidays. in the hearing, maritess aytona, the alleged "runner", will give her account on the scam. after months in hiding, she appeared to senator richard gordon seeking protection from the threats to her life.

that sounded like an overplayed music already. joc-joc bolante sang it after being arrested in the US. to prevent his deportation to the philippines, bolante gave crappy excuses like threats from the communists and vigilantes and all that. in the end, US magistrate hearing his case told him: "nice try, but sorry, we have to send you back"

december 22 is calendared for the next hearing. and another possible goof is set to deliver her performance. whether she will simply drop crap in the senate hall or tell the truth, that we will have to see.

meantime, there's this news that bolante is planning to offer a gift of a musical presentation to everyone attending the hearing on december 22. in the spirit of the season, bolante is said to be offering his heartfelt rendition of a didith reyes hit which is now the theme of a reviled abs-cbn primetime drama- the song "bakit ako walang hiya?".

oh yeah!...

to escape prosecution and imprisonment, there's nothing else he can do other than say...

scams o' the universe

in economics news, bernard madofff, ex-nasdaq chief was held for USdollars 50B. fraud. that's US 50Billliiooon (no dollar sign here =( ). investigators said that madoff made that big of a money through a pyramiding type scam that hoodwinked even big european banks into investing in his firm.

50 billiioon dollars

and someone kept asking "in this economic depression, where does all the money go?". "people lacked money to invest, where have all the money go?"

well, there's your answer, my friends. just ask mr. madoff.

people in the US are all thunderstruck when they heard about the pyramid fraud committed by mr. madoff. while filipinos have seen the worst of all pyramid scams(whatever happened to the francswiss case).

not sure if it's something to be proud of, but filipinos can definitely say: "been there, done that!".

yeepee!

missed by a shoe string!

for a while there, bush look like a character in a video game dodging flying objects from everywhere. hey! now, there's an idea. someone should make a game out of it. a simple computer game that can be played on console or any other platform. the object of which should be to throw as much stuff as you can onto a dodging face of george w. bush. much like the chicken invaders. whether it be shoes, chairs, glasses or pies, you earn a point for every hit. on every level, the degree of difficulty should be the speed george w. bush dodges every hit. the higher the level, the faster bush dodges.

or it could also be any of our national and/or local politicians. with this game everybody will know how it feels to throw something at a politician. it will be a way for the people to vent their anger on their lying, fat-face leaders if they feel they voted for the wrong guy or shortchanged by the services the politicians rendered. it will be a sure hit!

the iraqi journalist who threw his shoes, one after the other, at the american president was immediately aprehended and brought to an undisclosed place where the security officers who held him berated the journalist for not hitting bush even once in those two throws.
whoohoo!

"hoew could you missed him, you iddiot! i told everrybowdy to bring in our best thrrewerr. why didn't you listin to me? why did you stick with this pathitic feilure? now we doon't heave a chance anymorre!"

yeah, and the whole iraq is now dissapointed by those misses. they waited for it to happen. it's like in a basketball game where LA fans waited for kobe to score and he went: taking the ball, takes a good look at the hoop, he dribbles, drives, loses his guard, went past another, leaps, and then in a spectacular slow motion scoops the ball into the hoop while everybody stood still gazing at the amazing move and,... the ball slides around the rim, onto the other end and slips out. unbelievable!

and the whole iraq say "aaaw!"

but journalist Muntadar al-Zaidi set a record of sort. he's the only one who's done that to bush!. but that record is about to be broken as hundreds of disgruntled americans eager to get a shot at their president, who they now consider a lame duck, await his return. whoohoo!

"i'm a size 17, mr. president, here's my boot. let see if you can escape this!" (yeah!) "here's for messing up the economy!" (yeepee!) "and this one's for sarah palin!" (huh?!...)

missing by a shoe string! see how bush just laughed it off like it was a normal occurrence. like it happens every time he visits a foreign state (click the pic!)

imagine if filipinos were allowed to throw shoes at politicians. gma is in one of her lowest approval ratings in her term. gma, with her small build, should be a difficult target. but what if there are thousands who would want to fling their footwears at her? for all the injustices she has wrought. for all the resentment, the anger she's caused. a thousand shoes. that's only the first pairs. plus the other pairs. how can she ever escape?...