tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54736682011-11-28T08:38:32.441+08:00The musings, observations and wisdom of an eight year old kid named Joey.Budjettenoreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473668.post-40486687053342461672008-11-08T13:13:00.000+08:002008-11-08T13:13:00.280+08:00

11 HOURSJoey found this injured bird yesterday morning and named her Mimi.We prayed, took her home, gave her baby bird food and water and sat with her, but Mimi died after 11 hours.We thank God for the 11 hours :)July 21, 2008

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HAPPY TO…MOM:“There was once a magical elf who lived in rainbow tree, down below was small dwarf who was constantly happy to be.” You wrote this verse, Joey? Nice!Joey: “Happy to pee”, mom. “Happy to pee.”

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Awwww! How romantic!

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Batman's fowl fiend?

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Maricel: Joey woke me up this morning to watch this. (Sept 5)

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WARRIORS DON’T HUGMom: Joey, I need a hug.Joey: (while wielding his shield and dagger, grim face) Warriors don’t hug!(He then disarms, smiles and give his mom a hug)

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VOCUBULARY WORDSJoey flunked his Pilipino exam. In one of his essays, his adjective to describe his nanay was “masustansiya”MR. DJ, MAY I MAKE A REQUEST?Mama: what song would you dedicate to Ate and why?Joey: “Gold Mine” I found a gold mine cause she’s a good ate. She always answers my questions.(Subtext: unlike mama whose mind tends to be everywhere but where he is)IDOLJoey watching Bert dancing

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MOM = WOWMaricel (Joey's mom) kisses Joey and he reacts: EEEEK!MARICEL: What? Why “eeek”? You mean I’m an “eeek”?JOEY: Ay, sorry mom. No you’re not an eek. You’re a WOW.

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An "F" in PEMARICEL: I need to start exercising. I need to lose weight.JOEY: You should’ve paid more attention in PE

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Some day her prince will comeJOEY: Let’s pray for Ate’s husband. That he will be thoughtful and kind, doesn’t drink, that he cares what’s on Ate’s mind, and most of all, that he loves and cares about God. Also that he’ll come home early to take care of his kids and Ate when she’s sick, and that he’ll jump in front of a bullet to save her.I texted Maricel that Joey’s either wants a bodyguard or

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CUT-TO: MANHOODThe day before Joey’s circumcision...JOEY: So, I am going to be a man tomorrow, Mama?The day after….JOEY: Can I have a piece of my foreskin? I can feed it to Jack. (Jack is his pet dog)Maricel texted Joey’s request to his doctor. The doctor replied:DR.NAP: You can dry it, stretch, and make it a keychain.

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Joey the BladeMasterMMS from Maricel: Joey was inspired by the Final Fantasy animation movie. He made the design. Recycled old foam board from a Fine Arts project of mine. He got our helper to help cut it out. Written on the blade, in curlicue font:Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.Expect this weapon would not bea comfort to its victims.

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the B-I-R-D-S and the B-E-E-SJOEY: Mom, ate(big sister) was 13 when you got me?MOM: Yup. Why?JOEY: When I am 13, can you give me a baby brother or baby sister?MOM: Let's pray about that.JOEY: Mom, you still have blood, right? When I'm 13, you can dad can have S-E-X and then I can have a baby brother or baby sister.MOM: Why do you want one?JOEY: So, I can practice for when I'm a dad (makes motions

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TOO PUNCTUALJOEY: (to the driver) C'mon Eddie! Hurry! We're late for being early!

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The Frog and The FliesWritten by Jose Angelo Vicente P. ArenasCome, come, said the great green frogCome, all flies, into the misty fog!With a grin on his face, he made a planHe planned for a fly raceThe race would be fast, as he said, Tout de suite!The frog leaped in front of the finish lineWatching and waitingFor the flies to start to flyAs they started the race,All the flies flew at a great

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VOCABULARY WORDS(Joey was trying to get his dad's attention and his dad pretended to not know who he was.)JOEY: Dad, ano ba! Do you have anoesthesia? I'm your son, remember?MOM: Isn't is amnesia?JULIA: Kaya pala it sounded too long.

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LIFE FLASHING BEFORE HIS EYESMARICEL: Joey, a hot flash happens when my whole body suddenly feels hot and I perspire. It's so uncomfortable and it happens almost every hour.JOEY: Mom, that's been happening to me for the past 10 years... and it looks like it will be for the rest of my life.

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DAY OF THE DEADJOEY: If I had the power to revive people from the dead, I would revive Jose Rizal. Then I would revive Ayerton Senna. Then Lola Julieta.

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Stand behind thee demon!!!Joey’s prayer: Lord, please don’t let the devil steal my mom’s joy, laughter, and praise for You… and please don’t let them bully her at work.

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JOEY FOR HIRETXT FROM MARICEL: As we watch “Return of the Jedi”, as always, Joey creates a role for himself. Joey, standing with a toy sword in attack mode stance: “Mama, did you watch Panday? I’m like the angel there with big white wings, a white suit, and a 5-foot sword. I look like Shark Boy. I’m a mercenary.”MAMA: Joey, I want you to fight for what you believe in. Mercenaries fight only for

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JOEY'S FINAL EXAMSScene 1MARICEL: How was your Pilipino final exam, Joey?JOEY: A little hard.MARICEL: Why? What part of it was hard?JOEY: The words.Scene 2Text from Maricel: I just picked Joey up from school, last day of class and final exams. In the pick-up, he said a prayer, "Lord, thank You for helping me in my exams and thank You for the nice kids at La Salle. They are humble and not so

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LOVE LOVE LOVEJoey: Mama, someone in school said, "I love you" to me today.Mama: So, what did you say?Joey: I said, "Stop it! Don't say those things." And then I messed up her hair.Mama: Who is this?Joey: It's Jessa, mama. She said it already three times. I keep telling her to stop.

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Two stories from the last day of Joey's summer vacationStory 1: Afternoon, naligo kami sa ulan. Joey, Jack the dog, me. Twas a strong bracing rain during a thunderstorm. Joey, jack both running around the garden, around the house, stciking their toungues out to taste the rain. After that, as he played in the bath tub, he said with a big smile: "I love our home! I love this place..."And then his

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Text from Maricel: Is this son God-given or what?Joey: Mama, I haven't met a nicer girl than you. And even if you are old, you are still pretty to me!

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Guessing GameJOEY: Lord, Thank you for helping me pass the La Salle text. I ask for forgiveness for guessing, but thank You for helping me to guess right. In Jesus name."

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Lifestyles of the Rich and CrowdedJoey and his family had dinner at the mansion of the Filipina Princess of Burnei. After surveying the humongous house, the gardens, and pools, Joey said: I think it's hard for the princess to be happy. When you're rich, people crowd you a lot.

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JoeyzillaAfter watching the Godzilla movie, Joey declared: I am going to mutate a lizard and make another Godzilla... but I will make sure it never goes inside mama's room.

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WHY I BELIVE IN GODby Joey Arenas (age 8)1. I beliv in God bcase? My mother togth me that He ws real when I was yung.2. I got interested in His power3. I learned why He died for us4. Last year, I gave my life to God5. My papa told me He carfuly made me6. I belived in Him because of a dream7. When I woke up he spoke to me8. I ws astonished by his words9. He sved me every time10. So I gave my life

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GROW TALL LITTLE MAN DAY 1 JOEY: Mama, I want to grow taller. Whats hould I do? MAMA: Eat the right food, get enough sleep, and let's pray. (So, Joey prays and dutifully goes to sleep right away) DAY 2 JOEY (as soon as he opens his eyes): Mama! Did I grow taller? Cut-to: evening, during dinner time JOEY (worried and serious) Mama, Tahnee and Joshua said I shrank. I think you need to get

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from the kid's menu Waiter: Try the "Happy Turkey" sandwich, ma'am. It's a favorite among children. Mama: You want to try the "Happy Turkey" sandwich, Joey? Joey: How can it be happy if it's dead?

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Lions and Tigers and Molluscs! Oh my! MOM: Ok Joey, what do you call a mollusc witha two-part shell? JOEY: A bivalve! MOM: A one-part shell? JOEY: A carnivalve? SUPERJOEY JOEY: I want to a hero. I will be the only national hero that's alive. KABOOM! MOM: Joey, at some point you have to learn to study by yourself. when do you think you should start? JOEY: But mama, I'm like a bomb. I

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REVISING HISTORY Text message from Maricel: Joey so funny. He was bored doing a report on Filipino heroes based on what he read. He wanted to change their life stories and invent stuff. Bagong idol nya si Gregerio del Pilar. Bat daw si Rizal ang national hero. Dapat yung idol nya. (Joey might grow up to become a great spin doctor)

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HELLBLAZER JOEY: Mama, there are two doors right? #1 to Heaven. #2 to Hell. I choose #2!

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TOP OF THE CHARTS JOEY: Mom, can you come here? I want to sing a song to you. it's a quick song. "I love you forever" (Strumming guitar, starts singing) "i love you foreveri love you foreveri kiss you in morning suni love you foreveri love you foreveri love you forevermore."

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JUST ONE MEETING JOEY: Mama, my program is today at 10. I am a Muslim warrior with a sword. MOM: I am sorry Joey but I have a meeting. Can you just show it to me now? JOEY: Ok. (Joey goes through all the motions and then goes up to his mom) Oh please mama, can just please miss one meeting? Afterwhich Maricel texted us: Half day ako. Ahhh... the power of the child. :-)

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YOU CAN CALL ME... MOM: Joey, write your name on your paper. JOEY: Oh, do I have to? MOM: Yes! How will the teacher know its yours? JOEY: Mine will be the one without the name.

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. TOMORROW STORIES (This was Joey's prayer the day Mr. Caloy Abrera died.) Joey: Please help Ninang Emily to be okay tomorrow. And please protect Tito Caloy in Heaven. Mama: Joey? Why not today? Joey: She needs to cry for awhile... sometimes people need to cry for awhile.

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. FOR MATURE USERS ONLY Joey: Mama! I am a big boy na! I don't want to use the toothpaste with Elmo anymore. I want the one with Cookie Monster! A PRAYER FOR THE MEN IN TIGHTS Joey: Dear Lord, please bless the wrestlers and help them stay alive.

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:) SUPERMOM JOEY: Mama, if I forget to wear my parachute before jumping out of the plane, what would you do? Would you catch me?

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:) While having lunch at Pagliacci, Podium... JOEY: When I have a date, I will bring her here. (The kid's got class.)

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:) READY, AIM, FIRE! JOEY: Mama, what mech warrior do you want to be? MAMA: I don't want to be a mech warrior. I only want to make love, not war. JOEY: Then you can be a LOVE MECH! We can set the mech for love. And you can be armed with torpedos of peace. OPM MAMA: Joey, come here. Let me teach you how to play the quitar. JOEY: Mom, I want to make my own music.

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~ close enough JOEY: Mama, I want to watch the Thornberries coz I miss Ate Julia. (Julia is now touring Europe.) MARICEL: Cause she is like Eliza? JOEY: Yes! MARICEL: And who are you? JOEY: Darwin. (The talking chimp.)

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~ IN DOG YEARS MARICEL: Joey, tell me what you told Ninong Gary about Jesus when he took a video of you kanina. JOEY: Mama, I forget. MARICEL: What? How can that be? It was just this afternoon. JOEY: Mama, don't you know I'm getting old. I'm seven already.

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~ Whoa! I know kung-fu! JOEY: Sometimes, I practice kung-fu with the angels. I practice fighting with them. They teach me how so that if the bad guys come, I can defend my family. So daddy won't have to get rough. I will take care of things.

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~ The Trouble with Dying JOEY: (kneeling down) Lord, I'm wondering why we have to die to go to heaven because I don't want to die but I want to go to heaven. I want to see Jesus but I don't want to die forever.

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~ LOOK OUT! JOEY: Mama, there are two people controlling me-- one boy and one girl. (And he points to his head). MARICEL: Where there? JOEY: In each eye, there are tubes from my eyes to my brain. MARICEL: What are their names? JOEY: Brad and Meony. (Joey then takes a sip from his Frappucino.) MARICEL: So, do they like the taste of that? JOEY: Oh no, they can't taste. They have to

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~ TURNING CARTOONIC JOEY: Mama, can't we pretend to be cartoonic? MARICEL: What's cartoonic? JOEY: Like cartoons! Except we love Jesus. MARICEL: Why do you want to be a cartoon? I don't want to be a cartoon. I want to be a real mama to my real son. JOEY: I want to be a cartoon. It's the only place I can have another sister and brother.

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~ The makings of a party-preneur JOEY: Mama, I already have plans for my 8th birthday. I want to bring everybody to Balai. MARICEL: Why do you want to do it there? JOEY: I will go up the guard tower and watch everyone having fun.

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~ BUCKLE-UP FOR SARS JOEY: There's still SARS in Cebu, mama. If you get a temperature, go to the hospital right away. Lock all the doors, close the windows, and put on your seatbelt. MARICEL: Seatbelt? In the hospital? JOEY: In the car, going to the hospital! You could get bangga you know!'

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~ BEHIND THE EIGHT BALL MARICEL: Joey, your PE teacher says, it would be good for you to have extra training at football school cause you’re good. JOEY: I don’t wanna, mama. It’s too hard. MARICEL: What about basketball school? JOEY: It’s also hard, mama. Can I go to billiards school? MARICEL: Billiards is not a serious sport. ON DUTY JOEY: I don’t want to go to school. I want to stay

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AS I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP As Joey was about to go to sleep... MARICEL: I can lie down with you for a few minutes, Joey. JOEY (pulling Maricel down) : You can lie down with me for the rest of your life, mama. SOLIDER BOY When Joey was four years old... JOEY: Mama, when I grow up, I'm going to a soldier and fight in a war. MARICEL: I don't want you to die early. JOEY: Don't worry. I will

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WOLVERINE + WATER ELEMENTAL = WATERINE!!! JOEY: Mama, if I was a mutant, don’t tell anyone except the family `cause they might think I’m bad. MARICEL: What about Kuya Ikey? JOEY: No, don’t tell him. He might tell the guard. I asked Maricel what’s Joey’s code name and mutant powers. MARICEL: He said he’s Waterman but I told him that’s the name of a pen. I said, he can be Waterine. Game naman

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OF DOGS AND GRANDPARENTS JOEY (bedtime last night): Lord, please protect Jack (the dog) from SARS. And also lolo and lola (grandpa and grandma). JOEY (this morning as he woke up coughing): Mama, do you think I have SARS?

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MARICEL: Joey gave me a note written on a sheet of Grade 1 pad early this morning: "Drae Mama, I Love You" signed with two interlocked hearts. He said, "Mama, this is for you. The smaller heart is me. Keep this so when I am big and I cannot visit you on Sundays cause I am working, you can open it and remember when I was younger and we played together." Maricel is my boss and she would usually

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