Collection of Funny Moments

S ome people may never care what happen to your life; recently, however, at the age of 42 I met someone who did. It was drizzling that day when I went to a public library to use the free Internet access. I had been doing this, everyday, for about three months now. Before I could use the computer, I had to register first; after which the attendant would issue a card number of the computer I am going to use. There were student-trainees every now and then, but all of them didn't bother me at all at what I should have to write on the form. That day, however, was too different. Behind the desk, I saw a new face -- a young boy. Holding my card number, he seemed to be waiting when I would finish writing before handing it to me; so, I bent and was about to write. By now, he was already beside me, helping me in filling up the form. Pointing to a specific spot, he told me, "this is for your name. " After I had done writing my name, I was about to check the column for college when

When people don't want to do something and are forced by circumstances to do so, you might hear, or experience something dreadful. Then, I was living and working in the bakery of an orphanage. Some young adults of the orphanage, those who didn't want to go to school, were given a training at the bakery. It's easy to say that most of them, if not all, have no intention to learn baking and became bakers. So being inclined to play, the bakery became like a playground to them. Even though I was old enough at that time, to understand the value of our work, at that point, more or less, we share the same sentiment, because I, too, didn't like the job of being a baker. To further the learning process, each apprentice in the bakery should undergo a short period of training at a bakery of a Five Star Hotel. When one of these young trainees turns would be due in the morrow, we heard him say emphatically: I wish there might be a very strong typhoon, or an earthquake tomorrow! And t

It was a heavy storm and , as usual, most of the streets of Manila were flooded – cars got stalled and need to be pushed. In this time of year, street people could at least have money to put in their pockets, by helping pushed the non-moving vehicles. A friend of mine had one time pushed a car, after a hard labor, according to him, he was just given 10 pesos; grasping the money, he felt like shouting to that guy. As he related this incident to us he commented angrily, “Damn it! What is 10 pesos; it doesn't worth it; whereas, if I go robbing a house I can have hundreds of pesos plus a television.”

One time, we tramps were roaming the streets looking for food; until we were so lucky that a middle-aged woman gave us food inside a cooking utensil -- a kettle. Like we have not eaten for days, each of us took our turn grabbing the kettle to scoop some handful of food. As we did, ruthlessly, the kettle went from here to there, hitting the cemented ground noisily. Aghast with the sight, the owner cried in utmost concern, "Please, stop that, stop that! You will destroy my kettle!" But, of course, in that moment, nobody seemed to hear her pleading cries --not until, it was empty.

Looking back at those days when I was avidly learning the French language, at one point I was in doubt of the gender (all French nouns have gender) of the word "problem," spelled "problème" in French.      Approaching my Belgian friend, I asked her if the word problème is a feminine noun, because French nouns ending in e are mostly feminine. I burst out laughing when she replied, "Elmo, do you think a problem is feminine?"      Thinking it's just a joke, I checked the word in a French dictionary. You are correct, I said, still laughing. Problem is masculine.      xxxxx Thanks God! I am now back to blogging again.  It is a must for me, since I have now a YouTube channel, " Homelessman Withadream ". So, I'm inviting you to check my first video, " Episode 1 ".  Also, I'm promoting my other video, " It's a Wonderful World -- an insight ".  Thanks !