<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509</id><updated>2012-01-19T08:22:51.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biag ni Binggoy</title><subtitle type='html'>ang buhay ko .. NA MO!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-5903761959593716412</id><published>2012-01-07T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:10:15.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lola Cion My new IDOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gmanetwork.com/news/story/238957/publicaffairs/para-sa-piso-imbestigador-s-11th-anniversary-special" target="_blank"&gt;Para sa PISO ng Imbestigador&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We could actually all learn from this story. &amp;nbsp;Lola Cion 80 years old, works by planting kamote and collecting woods to be used as panggatong to be able to make ends meet. &amp;nbsp;It is not even making ends meet but rather trying to get food on the table for her grand children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;P8 (Eight Pesos). &amp;nbsp;That's how much she could sell her panggatong. &amp;nbsp;P50 (Fifty Pesos) for the kamoteng kahoy she could harvest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;How much do we spend on our ridiculously expensive lifestyles? &amp;nbsp;How much do we earn by just sitting, thinking and flickering on our gadgets? &amp;nbsp;While this lady is walking up to the hills and scavenging for woods at 80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Her one wish.. to die at 200 years old. &amp;nbsp;She is concerned about her grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;What would they eat? &amp;nbsp;Where will they go? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;To be able to still take care of her grandchilrden.. &amp;nbsp;Selfless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-5903761959593716412?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5903761959593716412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=5903761959593716412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5903761959593716412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5903761959593716412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/lola-cion-my-new-idol.html' title='Lola Cion My new IDOL'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-4899577452307057559</id><published>2011-12-31T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:33:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peaceful and Prosperous New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A Peaceful New Year to everyone. &amp;nbsp;That's what we say. &amp;nbsp;Really.. DO we have peace during New Years? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Actually New Year is our BIGGEST alibi to make a lot of noise, drink a lot of alcohol and get wasted. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;If you really wanted to have a Peaceful New Year. Find peace within.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Look who's talking.. don't get advice on a guy who;s always ranting.. hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Stalker I hope you understand. &amp;nbsp;So that when you use my posts you would actually know what they mean. &amp;nbsp;Get it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-4899577452307057559?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4899577452307057559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=4899577452307057559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/4899577452307057559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/4899577452307057559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/peaceful-and-prosperous-new-year.html' title='A Peaceful and Prosperous New Year'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-8594304803327267708</id><published>2011-12-17T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:01:17.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SImbang Gabi 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nagsimula nanaman ang simbang gabi. &amp;nbsp;Naghahanda na din ang mga tao sa pag dalo sa Banal na Pagsasalo salo. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Naghahanda na din ang mga hinayupak na mga tropa na ang tanging hangad sa ganitong panahon ay maghamon at mag abang ng away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Naghahanda na rin ba ang mga kinauukulan? &amp;nbsp;Hindi pa rin talaga tayo natututo.. tsk tsk tsk ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-8594304803327267708?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8594304803327267708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=8594304803327267708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8594304803327267708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8594304803327267708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/simbang-gabi-2011.html' title='SImbang Gabi 2011'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-4192202055682111710</id><published>2011-11-23T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T02:22:50.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Celtic's Lack of BIG men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It just came to me. &amp;nbsp;The Boston Celtics have been looking for a serviceable BIG man. &amp;nbsp;They hired Jermaine O'Neil, with those injuries? &amp;nbsp;They got Shaq, with those injuries? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So why not take a chance on Greg Oden. &amp;nbsp;Yes with those injuries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Upside. &amp;nbsp;He is still young and have been wanting to show what he can do. &amp;nbsp;He wants to prove that he belongs to the NBA and he is no bust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Downside. &amp;nbsp;Injuries and attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-4192202055682111710?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4192202055682111710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=4192202055682111710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/4192202055682111710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/4192202055682111710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/boston-celtics-lack-of-big-men.html' title='Boston Celtic&apos;s Lack of BIG men'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-768442392520623432</id><published>2011-11-22T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T01:00:13.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipinos and Manny Pacquiao (hidden truth)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We, as Filipinos, have been very proud of Manny Pacquiao's accomplishments inside the ring. &amp;nbsp;Those eight belts that he has is testament enough t the pride, glory and honor that he brought us. &amp;nbsp;These accomplishments would also give him a slot to the boxing hall of fame, if there is one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Why are we lambasting him with comments that are not heard in the past few years that he has been fighting? &amp;nbsp;He did not deserve to win. &amp;nbsp;Marquez won the fight. &amp;nbsp;Is there still politics in the ring? &amp;nbsp;Ay tinapakan kasi ung paa niya kaya hindi gaano nakaporma si Pacman. &amp;nbsp;Mahina na siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One painful truth is we have been wanting him to loose.&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I do not know. &amp;nbsp;He is great I agree. &amp;nbsp;But I am one of those that who would bet against him. &amp;nbsp;Though I do not enjoy watching boxing. &amp;nbsp;I only watch just for the sake of watching.. hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess we are envy? &amp;nbsp;of the fame, fortune and everything that goes with it. &amp;nbsp;Pacman has it! &amp;nbsp;endorsement, properties, cars and yes women. &amp;nbsp;Now that puts a grin on every man's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess we are tired? &amp;nbsp;He is evolving into someone that is not him. &amp;nbsp;The purity of his actions and words are different.. are lacking.. it's not there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Is he getting arrogant? &amp;nbsp;Watch his game show on TV. &amp;nbsp;he is unwittingly becoming willie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The singer? &amp;nbsp;Who does a concert after a fight? &amp;nbsp;Is that giving thanks to your followers? &amp;nbsp;or is it plain arrogance?? &amp;nbsp;And he is getting away with it.. yes he could.. he has MONEY and lots of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The politician? &amp;nbsp;Come on! &amp;nbsp;Everybody knows that those politicians are just playing you Manny. &amp;nbsp;You should know better. &amp;nbsp;You can help by not being an elected official. &amp;nbsp;You have been helping as a normal but wealthy citizen. &amp;nbsp;Making laws does not suit you. &amp;nbsp;Your actions are more than enough. &amp;nbsp;Actually I think you have helped more compared to our elected officials. &amp;nbsp;Do not be one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess we, as Filipinos would like to watch how you will fall. &amp;nbsp;How your last fight would be. &amp;nbsp;How you would squander and let you Billions slip and vanish through thin air. &amp;nbsp;That's who we are. &amp;nbsp;That's what we like. &amp;nbsp;Telenovelas anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;**A quick shout out to Mayweather. &amp;nbsp;Do not be a coward chicken shit. &amp;nbsp;This is the time to pounce on Manny. &amp;nbsp;He is weak. &amp;nbsp;He's confidence is down. &amp;nbsp;Most important of all he's "Filipino" fans have been he's number one critiques and has doubted him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh But I am waiting for Manny to wake up! &amp;nbsp;Then it should be a different story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-768442392520623432?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/768442392520623432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=768442392520623432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/768442392520623432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/768442392520623432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/filipinos-and-manny-pacquiao-hidden.html' title='Filipinos and Manny Pacquiao (hidden truth)'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-2576656246478322688</id><published>2011-11-15T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:49:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.15.2011 Gamot at Pelikula</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;May isang bagay akong napapansin s mga pelikulang napapanood ko. &amp;nbsp;Kapag umiinom ng gamot ang mga karakter eh bigla silang gumagaling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;May isang inatake as puso.. "Ang gamot ko.. dali!". &amp;nbsp;Iaabot naman ang gamot.. iinumin ng kung sino mang artista.. at biglang eepekto na ang gamot ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAD AGAD?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;May ganung gamot ba talaga? &amp;nbsp;Pagka lunok na pagkalunok ayan na at may epekto na?! &amp;nbsp;Maitanong nga sa mga doktor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;**Note: Uy ung stalker ko nagbabasa nanaman.. at kukuha nanaman ng ideya para ipagyabang niya.. hahaha kawawa ka naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-2576656246478322688?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2576656246478322688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=2576656246478322688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/2576656246478322688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/2576656246478322688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/11152011-gamot-at-pelikula.html' title='11.15.2011 Gamot at Pelikula'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-8608210832741537678</id><published>2011-11-09T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T02:20:42.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.09.2011 Keempee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Does anyone realize or does any one still remember how popular Keempee de Leon was back in the 1990's? &amp;nbsp;His trademark hairstyle was copied / imitated / duplicated by almost all of the young men during those days. &amp;nbsp;Remember the parted hair in the middle and bangs up until the ears or some covering the eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Punta ka sa beauty parlor or barber shop noon, sabihin mo lang keempee! &amp;nbsp;Alam na nila ang gupit na gagawin hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Though uso noon hindi tlaga pwede sa klase ng buhok ko ang ganung style hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-8608210832741537678?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8608210832741537678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=8608210832741537678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8608210832741537678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8608210832741537678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/11092011-keempee.html' title='11.09.2011 Keempee'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-7493796973484255193</id><published>2011-11-05T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T11:33:21.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.04.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mga Ginawa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;exercise pagkagising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;pumasok sa office (mahal ng taxi fare ko!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;fix ng issues&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;pagdating ng uwian nagpunta kami sa Kwago's Pioneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;naka 4 bote ng SML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;pulutan - tuna sisig at bangus sisig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-7493796973484255193?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7493796973484255193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=7493796973484255193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7493796973484255193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7493796973484255193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/11042011.html' title='11.04.2011'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-1447181005037050779</id><published>2011-11-04T04:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T04:07:30.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.04.2011 Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Daily we depend on our gadgets. &amp;nbsp;For reminding us if we have meetings, birthdays, schedules. &amp;nbsp;We now have the convenience of placing a note or a reminder in our mobile phones, laptop, tablets, iPhones, iPad, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This reminded me way back when none of this was essential. &amp;nbsp;Yes, they exists but only a select few can afford to buy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meetings within our organization was scheduled of course, but what makes me grin whenever I recall those memories are the spontaneous meetings/get together that we have . &amp;nbsp;No need to call, no text, no facebook, no tweet, no internet. &amp;nbsp;We have this, what I now call TRUST, with each other that we will be there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Friday, Saturday and Sunday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My heart skips a beat hehehe. &amp;nbsp;Just let me take a peek at the grounds of OLA. &amp;nbsp;I know that someone is waiting there. &amp;nbsp;I know that someone will be arriving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What will we do? &amp;nbsp;We do not plan? &amp;nbsp;We let it just happen. &amp;nbsp;We talk about anything. &amp;nbsp;We talk about everything. &amp;nbsp;We play. &amp;nbsp;We sing. &amp;nbsp;We laugh. &amp;nbsp;We cry. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And I am now wondering.. Does this same TRUST exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-1447181005037050779?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1447181005037050779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=1447181005037050779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1447181005037050779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1447181005037050779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/11042011-trust.html' title='11.04.2011 Trust'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-8494162277759985933</id><published>2011-11-04T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T03:50:41.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.03.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kinaiinisan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;hindi ako nakainom ng gamot after breakfast; ngayon ko lang madaling araw nainom hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;may error pa din sa Process Chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ginawa ko kanina&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nag exercise ng 30+ minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nagbigay ng analysis sa isang ticket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ipinagpatuloy ang monitoring task&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-8494162277759985933?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8494162277759985933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=8494162277759985933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8494162277759985933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8494162277759985933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/11032011.html' title='11.03.2011'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-1903232815733861159</id><published>2011-11-02T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T02:29:39.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.01.2011 TODOS LOS SANTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mga namimiss ko&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;bola na gawa sa kandila or pinagtirikan ng kandila.&amp;nbsp; Wala na akong nakikitang bata na gumagawa nito ngayon.&amp;nbsp; Napalitan na ng mga gadgets (cellphone, ipod, ipad, iphone etc etc), at ung mga umiilaw na mga laruan na binebenta sa mga sementeryo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ang pag punta sa panchon sa likod ng OLA.&amp;nbsp; Kumain ng butong pakwan at makipag kwentuhan sa mga kamag anak na minsan mo lang makita or doon mo lang nakilala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ang mga puntod ng ibang kamag anak na hindi na nakikita ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mga kinainisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;mga taong nagpupunta sa sementeryo na kakaiba ang porma (may mga naka gayak "party party", naka make up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;mga pasikat na anlalakas ng boses na animoy pinaparinig ang mga pera, ginastos, pinuntahan, mga gadgets nila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;mga tropang maaangas sa loyola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;mga grupong nag aangas na kunwari'y tumutulong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ang ginawa ko ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;nagtrabaho sa bahay (WFH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;naglakad mula bahay papuntang loyola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;kumain ng spaghetti, uminom ng coke zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;nakaidlip habang nakahiga sa loyola (sa puntod nina papa at daddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;uminom ng 2 bote ng SML at napa yosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;nag blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-1903232815733861159?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1903232815733861159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=1903232815733861159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1903232815733861159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1903232815733861159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/11012011-todos-los-santos.html' title='11.01.2011 TODOS LOS SANTOS'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-8901885575251370118</id><published>2011-10-29T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:42:08.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.29.2011 Ang Init</title><content type='html'>&lt;w:sdt contentlocked="t" id="89512093" sdtgroup="t"&gt;   &lt;/w:sdt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Galing ako sa Quiapo para makipagmeet sa isang kaopisina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nag ikot ng kaunti, naghanap ng pwedeng bilhin para sa Halloween trick or treat ditto sa I. Mendoza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Grabe ang init sa kalsada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pero masarap pa rin maglakad sa Quiapo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Napuntahan ko ung supplier ng mga pagkain, condiments, cups, etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nagpunta din ako sa SM Quiapo pati na sa Isetann Carriedo at Recto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nag ikot ikot lang naman, walang binili hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Then naglakad din ako sa Hidalgo, tinignan ung mga tindahan ng camera at nakiusyoso lang, hindi naman talaga un ang pakay ko dun eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pero dami ngang mga camera at accessories na mabibili dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Naglakad din ako sa Evanghelista, mejo maluwag ngayon doon at walang mga tinda sa gitna ng kalsada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Buti na lang hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pero wala pa rin akong nakitang mga pwedeng bilhin na kendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Puro mga Electronic supplies, generator, motor at mga videoke naman ang makikita doon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dapat siguro sa Divisoria ako pumunta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Kaya lang ang INIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pagdating sa LRT2 Recto station nag decide na ako umuwi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Kahit sa train mainit pa din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hindi ganun kalakas ang aircon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nagpapaypay na ang mga tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pagdating sa Katipunan nag jeep na ako papunta Calumpang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pagdating ng J.Dela Pena may sumakay na lalaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hayuf! Hehe ang init init naka Tribal na jacket ka pa at naka hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nanlilimahid ka na sa pawis tol, ayaw mo pa tanggalin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Para bam aka japorma pa din? Hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ayan ikaw tuloy dahilan kumbakit ako nag blog ngayon wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-8901885575251370118?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8901885575251370118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=8901885575251370118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8901885575251370118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8901885575251370118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/10292011-ang-init.html' title='10.29.2011 Ang Init'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-212833150558131211</id><published>2011-06-16T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T03:20:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar Eclipse 16.06.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;i saw it !! un lang hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-212833150558131211?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/212833150558131211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=212833150558131211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/212833150558131211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/212833150558131211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/lunar-eclipse-16062011.html' title='Lunar Eclipse 16.06.2011'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-7064252151724001738</id><published>2011-06-12T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:10:17.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence day fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;REPUBLIC ACT NO. 8491&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;SECTION 10. The flag, if flown from a flagpole, shall have its blue field on top in time of peace and the red field on top in time of war; if in a hanging position, the blue field shall be to the right (left of the observer) in time of peace, and the red field to the right (left of the observer) in time of war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pakitandaan lang! madaming TANGA ang naglaladlad lang ng bandera ng di alam &amp;nbsp;ang tamang pamamaraan..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-7064252151724001738?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7064252151724001738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=7064252151724001738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7064252151724001738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7064252151724001738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-independence-day-fools.html' title='Happy Independence day fools'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-408723742779327377</id><published>2010-07-01T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:16:11.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Password ng J3J3M0N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;marami na ang nauso sa atin.&amp;nbsp; usually pinaguugatan ay ang kabataan.&amp;nbsp; dito ipinapakita nila ang kanilang creativity and individuality.&amp;nbsp; gusto nilang umangat at makita na different sa iba.&amp;nbsp; thus dumating ang mga emo, senti, punks, hiphop, metal at kung anu ano pa.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;dumaan na din ako sa ganyang panahon.&amp;nbsp; ang panahon na gusto mong angat ka sa iba.&amp;nbsp; na masasabing ikaw lang ang nakakaalam nun, nakakagawa nun, nagsimula nun.&amp;nbsp; hindi man gaanong kalaki pero alam mong para sa iyo un.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;tulad ng pag sibol ng mga jejemon.&amp;nbsp; napanood ko lang sa channel 7 yan, pero di ko alam na may jejemon pala.&amp;nbsp; nakikita ko lang ito marahil sa mga text messages ng ilan.&amp;nbsp; tipong nilalagyan ng kaartehan ang mga salita sa text.&amp;nbsp; sa aking pagkakaintindi ay:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. tinawag silang jejemon dahil sa kanilang pag gamit ng "JEJEJE" sa pagtawa instead na "HEHEHE".&amp;nbsp; ang unang pumasok sa isip ko pinalitan lang nila ung "H" ng "J".&amp;nbsp; dahil sa ating wika ang "J" ay pwedeng magsingtunog ng "H".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. jejemon. nilagyan na lang nila ng "mon" ang jeje.&amp;nbsp; dahil maramil sa pokemon? jejeje este hehehe pala. marahil para may distinction at maipakita na sila ay isang grupo ng tao &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;debate tungkol sa kamalian ng mga jejemon.&amp;nbsp; tama mali nga sila sa kanilang mga ginagawang kasanayan sa pagsusulat.&amp;nbsp; pero ganyan talaga kabataan di ba?&amp;nbsp; papangatawanan mo ang pinapaniwalaang mong sa iyo at kinakabilangan mo.&amp;nbsp; alam natin yan.&amp;nbsp; dumaan tayo jan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;hindi ako naniniwalang may mga tao na ang pagsusulat at pananalita ay purong jejemon lingo na lamang ang alam.&amp;nbsp; tulad ng nauna ko nang sinabi.&amp;nbsp; pinapangatawanan na lamang nila yan.&amp;nbsp; ano pa't nag aaral tayo?&amp;nbsp; malamang hindi naman pinapayagan na yan ang gamitin mo sa pagsusulat sa eskwela db? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;isang nakakatuwang napansin ko ay ito.&amp;nbsp; ang lingo ng jejemon ay nahahalintulad sa pag gawa ng "PASSWORD".&amp;nbsp; kung ikaw ay pamilyar sa iba't ibang sites na nangangailangan ng password, makikita mo ang konsepto ng lenguaheng jejemon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ayon sa computerworld.com article na "Secrets To The Best Passwords"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Substitute numbers for letters based upon their appearance. With a little imagination, you can visualize numbers that bear resemblance to letters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Number Letter &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; L &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Z &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; S &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;6&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Z &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; B &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;9 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; g &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;0&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;oh di ba? pamilyar na pamilyar ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you create a password, substitute a number where a letter would appear, according to the chart above. Some examples: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;scuba becomes 5cu8a&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;water becomes w4t3r&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;icecream becomes 1c3cr34m &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so malamang isa sila sa mga magagaling na gumawa ng password or, wag naman sana, isa sa mga pinakamagaling mag hack ng password JEJEJE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-408723742779327377?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/408723742779327377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=408723742779327377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/408723742779327377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/408723742779327377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2010/07/password-ng-j3j3m0n.html' title='Password ng J3J3M0N'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-5269051941979184491</id><published>2010-01-16T03:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:38:41.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramdom Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Why did I created this blog?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;At first I would like to share my stories..pangungutya..pangaasar..and what ever I would feel like writing.. I think I wanted to be part of the fad.&amp;nbsp; The newest thing on the net, which wag blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It was not easy to maintain a blog.&amp;nbsp; So as you can see I have spans that took me several months to post an article, an item or what have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Should I choose a topic or a specific guideline for my blog?&amp;nbsp; I don't think so..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;You see I am not the one who sits and says to myself I am going to write about this and that.&amp;nbsp; Shit sa kit sa ulo un ha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I usually get ideas when I am outside.&amp;nbsp; Nasa jeep, may nakitang kung ano man sa kalye, heard something on the radio, seen on TV and browsed on the net.&amp;nbsp; With so many ideas I usually stack on my diminutive brain I tend to loose them or choose to loose them.&amp;nbsp; Thus beating the purpose of this blog for my ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Random thoughts..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-5269051941979184491?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5269051941979184491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=5269051941979184491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5269051941979184491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5269051941979184491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/ramdom-thoughts.html' title='Ramdom Thoughts'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-1766220253291570828</id><published>2010-01-16T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:20:18.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rhechiel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy birthday to my wife Rhechiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;more blessings will come your way&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-1766220253291570828?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1766220253291570828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=1766220253291570828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1766220253291570828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1766220253291570828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-rhechiel.html' title='Happy Birthday Rhechiel'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-4014744551945828525</id><published>2009-12-23T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:12:22.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simbang Gabi Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;May naghahabulan nanaman sa mga kalsada sa mga oras na ito.&amp;nbsp; Sa may street sa ilog nagtatakbuhan.&amp;nbsp; Naghahabulan nanaman ng mga bato.&amp;nbsp; Nagsisigawan nanaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Parang mga tanga.&amp;nbsp; Kung matapang ka wag kang tumakbo.&amp;nbsp; At kung humahabol ka wag mong patakbuhin ang kalaban mo.&amp;nbsp; Sigaw ng isang humahabol, "Sige TAKBO pa!".&amp;nbsp; Anak naman ng pitumpung tupa.&amp;nbsp; Eh diba ang gusto mo mahabol ung tao?&amp;nbsp; Wag mo ng patakbuhin.&amp;nbsp; TANGA TANGA talaga nitong mga ito.&amp;nbsp; Pinapagod mo lang sarili mo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-4014744551945828525?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4014744551945828525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=4014744551945828525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/4014744551945828525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/4014744551945828525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/simbang-gabi-update.html' title='Simbang Gabi Update'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-5011250801640668383</id><published>2009-12-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:01:03.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simbang Gabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ika 15 ng Disyembre ang simula ng simbang gabi.&amp;nbsp; Simula nanaman ng siyam na araw ng pagsisimba bago sumapit ang Pasko.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Malamig na simoy ng hangin.&amp;nbsp; Kaya't ihanda ang jaket, bonet at sumbrero.&amp;nbsp; Mabango ang mga pagkain tulad ng puto bumbong at bibingka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Marami ang nangagsimba.&amp;nbsp; Pamilya, magkasintahan, mga tropa.&amp;nbsp; Kumbaga sarisaring tao ang iyong makikita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Para sa akin ang simbang madaling araw dito sa Shrine of Our Lady of the Abandoned, Marikina City ay dapat ng itigil.&amp;nbsp; Alam ninyo siguro kung bakit.&amp;nbsp; Kung inyong mapapansin pag simbang gabi palaging may di kaaya ayang nangyayari sa paligid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ginagawang BATTLE GROUNDS ng mga iba't ibang topa ang paligid ng simbahan.&amp;nbsp; Kabi kabilang kanto may mga nakaantabay, nagaabang ng mga kalabang tropa.&amp;nbsp; May mga dalang bato, bote, pamalo at kung minsan may philbox pa.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nagsisimula sa murang edad.&amp;nbsp; Kung aking susumahin nasa paligid ng 11 hanggang 20 mahigit ang mga edad nila.&amp;nbsp; Ang mga pinama maliliit at mga bata ang nakikita kong nauuna sa mga habulan.&amp;nbsp; Kumbaga sila ang unang panugod.&amp;nbsp; Ang mga matatanda or mga beterano ay nasa likod nag uutos.&amp;nbsp; Oo nga naman sila ang mga founder or mga elder, hindi dapat mauna.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nagiging dahilan na lang ang simbang gabi upang makalabas ang mga kabataan na yan.&amp;nbsp; Nagiging dahilan na lang ang simbang gabi para makipag rambulan ang mga yan. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hindi naman napipigilan ng mga kinauukulan ang mga ito.&amp;nbsp; Ang pinagtataka ko ay kilala naman nila ang mga ito.&amp;nbsp; Nangyayari ito ng ilang taon na.&amp;nbsp; Bakit hindi gumawa ng mga hakbang upang pigilan ang mga ganitong pangyayari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ang masama ay nadadamay ang mga ordinaryong tao.&amp;nbsp; Mga gustong magsimba at manalangin.&amp;nbsp; Mga bata na pwedeng masaktan.&amp;nbsp; Mga matatanda na walang kinalaman. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Gaano katagal pa kaya mangyayari ang mga ito?&amp;nbsp; Ilan pa kaya ang masasaktan?&amp;nbsp; May buhay pa kayang mawawala dahil dito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Antayin ko ulit ang mangyayari sa isang taon?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-5011250801640668383?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5011250801640668383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=5011250801640668383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5011250801640668383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5011250801640668383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/simbang-gabi.html' title='Simbang Gabi'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-1825579508499345466</id><published>2009-12-01T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:48:17.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Pagtapik</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Habang nag surf ako sa net .. nasa tabi ko ang aking anak.&amp;nbsp; Ang sarap pagmasdan ng napaka inosenteng bata na natutulog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Biglang makikita mo na gagalaw at magigising.&amp;nbsp; Iyong tatapikin ang bata paminsan ay may kasabay na himig na pampahele. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Bakit nga ba natin tinatapik ang bata kapag nagigising?&amp;nbsp; Hindi ba dapat siya ay lalong magising sa dahilan ng pagtatapik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Pumasok lamang sa king pang unawa.. marahil naghuhudyat lamang un sa mga bata na sila'y may katabi at nagsasabing andito si nanay or si tatay na nagbabantay sa iyong pagtulog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;At sila'y unti unting muling mahihimbing.. salamat nanay at tatay&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-1825579508499345466?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1825579508499345466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=1825579508499345466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1825579508499345466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1825579508499345466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/ang-pagtapik.html' title='Ang Pagtapik'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-1454565062211084280</id><published>2009-11-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:31:56.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As the cleaning and taaking out all the garbage that was left by Ondoy.. and still after two months we are cleaning hehehehe.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've seen my precious memories go to waste.&amp;nbsp; Pictures that I've kept for so long.&amp;nbsp; Pictures that I am very very proud of.&amp;nbsp; Pictures that I was planning to show my lil kid.. now gone.. lusaw.. nababad sa tubig.. at di lang basta tubig.. tubig ilog to.. ambaho.. maputik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One by one i scavanged the pile of pictures.. I saw little hope.. Those pictures when I was a child.. picture ng mga lolo at lola, mga tito tita, mga pinsan, mga kalaro, ng mga naging birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;when I was in grade school (Marikina Catholic School).. nung nasa Boy Scouts.. mga retreat.. mga field trip.. mr. &amp;amp; ms MCS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;when I was with the Youth Ministry.. youth camps.. the World youth Day.. choirs..outings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;when I was with the Columbian Squires.. conventions in Isabela and Subic.. meetings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And many many more.. These were all lost.&amp;nbsp; Though a few were gathered from the pile.&amp;nbsp; i tried to revive them by scanning and saving.. maybe I should have done this a long time ago.. who would have known that this storm named Ondoy will drown them all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-1454565062211084280?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1454565062211084280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=1454565062211084280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1454565062211084280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1454565062211084280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-8309505523101987115</id><published>2009-11-30T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:44:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Have I mentioned that I'm back working for *bleep* company?&amp;nbsp; Well I am.&amp;nbsp; After seven months of no regular work.. job hunting.. worrying.. tambaying (hehe para may ING pa din sa huli) ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I received a text message last September 26, 2009 10:30am.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Manuel this is *bleep*.&amp;nbsp; Text me back when I can call you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Huh? si *bleep* magtetext sa akin?&amp;nbsp; Mukhang may nanloloko ah .. hehe dahil gawin ko na dati ito, hindi ako naniwala kaagad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;FLASHBACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The day before we were relieved from our work, those who were affected received a call or a text from the HR.&amp;nbsp; The mood in the office was happy and lively.&amp;nbsp; Nagkukulitan lang mga tao, not knowing what lies ahead.&amp;nbsp; As I received the call I didn't ask anything.&amp;nbsp; "Opo dadating ako bukas", un lang sagot ko.&amp;nbsp; Almost all of us received a call from the HR.&amp;nbsp; Then one friend/office mate was asking why she didn't received any call.&amp;nbsp; HMMMMMMM.. gusto mo makatanggap ng tawag ha.. hehehehehe.. I texted her saying that she needs to report to the "location".&amp;nbsp; Ganun kasimple, pero pormal ang pagkakatext ko.&amp;nbsp; Then I heard her that she also got the text message.&amp;nbsp; She was asking evryone about the text she had received.&amp;nbsp; I just watched her, waiting for her next step.&amp;nbsp; Oh my, she was walking towards the place of our manager.. hehehehe lagot ka Binggoy.. I immediately texted her.. "si Binggoy ito". hehehehe so ayun na.. tawanan na kami :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I texted all my friends and former officemates.&amp;nbsp; Baka may mambibiktima sa akin mahirap na.. hahahaha.&amp;nbsp; I even texted my manager.&amp;nbsp; A few replied and confirmed that the number used to text me was that of *bleep*, even my former manager confirmed it.. oh yeahh.. tama siya nga.. pero teka.. ano ba at itinext niya ako .. Excited na ako .. and I told my wife.. she said, "hon baka babalik ka na dito sa *bleep*".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and then I was re-hired ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-8309505523101987115?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8309505523101987115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=8309505523101987115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8309505523101987115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8309505523101987115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-5881782421909388071</id><published>2009-07-03T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:33:50.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spam Scam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;June 18, 2009  12:44am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I received a text message from 2888:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ur now subscribed to receive Weekly updates of the Newest Downloads in myGlobe! Subscription is FREE! Tp unsubscribe, text STOP ALLNEW to 2888 for free. To download via WAP, click on this link: &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://portal.globe.com.ph/"&gt;http://portal.globe.com.ph&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I received another FOUR similar mesages at  June 18, 2009 12:45am(2), June 18, 2009 12:46am(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;June 18, 2009 12:45am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I received the unsubscribe part of the one above:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You will no longer receive Weekly updates of the Newest Downloads in myGlobe. To subscribe again, just go to myGlobe website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://portal.globe.com.ph/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://portal.globe.com.ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Subscription is FREE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I received another FOUR similar messages at June 18, 2009 12:45am, June 18, 2009 12:45am(2), June 18, 2009 12:47am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what the hell?? Hindi man lang ako nag subscribe or di ko man lang alam yang 2888 na yan .. so tama nga yata ung reklamo ni Enrile.. Sir Senate President.. isa po siguro ito sa mga halimbawa ng sinasabi ninyo.. at bakit biglang naactivate ito ng di ko man lang ginagawa?  Buti na lang nag deactivate.. pero.. pero.. bakit itong number ko?  paano nila nalaman number ko?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I received this message from this number: &lt;strong&gt;09276134785&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;June 28, 2009 1:34pm, June 28, 2009 5:13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Pued po b akong humingi ng 2long sa inyo? I'm marie, 21yo freshgrad po from Bacolod City.  Ggawin ko po ang lahat ng kpalit na gusto nio, ma2lungan nyo lng po akong mkpunta sa mynila. My job hiring na po kc sna ako jan sa san mig-ortigas, syang po kc kung madissolve lng..  Im willing to take the risks ng kpalit na hhngin nio. Un nlng tlga pgasa ko na mkluwas kgd pra mhbol deadline ko po.. My pic &amp;amp; supporting docs po ako sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariev.cjb.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.mariev.cjb.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - marie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at inulit pa, same num lang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;June 28, 2009 10:47pm, June 29, 2009 1:20am, June  29, 2009 4:53am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Name: Marie Velasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Birthdate: Feb. 15, 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Height: 5'7"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Complexion: Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vital Stats: 35-25-36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hair: Long &amp;amp; Straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other: Joined some provincial pageants for allowance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Course: BS Information Management (Computer &amp;amp; Accountancy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School: DOST Scholar in University of St. La Salle - Bacolod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parents: Anna &amp;amp; Mario Velasco (both deceased)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Picture: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariev.cjb.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.mariev.cjb.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mare naman.. gaguhan ba ito?  anak ng pitumpungtupa naman.. ako nga nahihirapan humanap ng trabaho .. ikaw may nag aantay an agad.. tsk tsk tsk .. uy teka halos pareho lang tayo ng course.. ganito na lang gagawin ko .. ako na lang kukuha ng slot mo dun sa kung ano mang kumpanya sa sanmig ortigas ekek yan.. hehehehe.. tsaka lupit mo din ha.. nakakapag text ka ng paulit ulit.. nakakapag maintain ka ng personal website.. pero hindi ka makapunta ng Manila.. tsk tsk tsk ..  so binigyan mo ako ng idea para makaraket.. tutal wala naman ako trabaho.. hahahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-5881782421909388071?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5881782421909388071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=5881782421909388071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5881782421909388071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5881782421909388071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/spam-scam.html' title='Spam Scam'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-1983722219979238222</id><published>2009-06-19T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:31:30.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>32</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;June 17 I turned 32.. Yes I am 32 hehe.. ulitin ko pa ba?  Another year.  Am I wiser?  Definitely OLDER! hahahaha..  What has happened this year for me?  Well.. &lt;br /&gt;First, nag eenglish ako sa blog ko .. wahahaha .. for the sole purpose of?  Ewan ko ba, akala ko mas may magbabasa kung mag Ingles ako.. so napatunayan ko na mali yun.. so belat!&lt;br /&gt;Second, I got married last December 8.. wuhoo!!  The best wedding, many have told us.  Maybe not.. I know you talk about the glitches, the dresses, the makeup, the people, the sounds, the lights.. etc etc.. that is when we are not around.. hehehe believe me.. I know.. Ganyan din ako anak ng tutcha naman oh! hahahaha..  Ito lang ang akin.. I am happy that the highlight of the day/night was our wedding ceremony.. and that was what I DREAMED off.. It was for us to enjoy the ceremony, the mass, the exchanging of vows, the tears, the joy, and the life.. ohh wait.. there was this great song "The Lord's Prayer".. it really was enchanting, touching, breathtaking.. ASTIG.. thanks Lorna ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Third, We are expecting our first born.. A BOY!  Un sabi ni OB ha.. We where really surprised.  We did not expect that we would be given a very special gift this early.  Without even trying that hard ;-) hahahaha.. So, baby .. see you in a few months..&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I lost my job.  Due to the global economic crisis our copany was affected and had to let go a certain percentage of their employees.  Yan din tinuro sabihin s amin sa workshop hahahaha.. pero totoo.. I was shocked..  Naramdaman ko na blangko ang utak ko.. wala ako reaction.. uncertainty, doubt, anger, tears.. SAN MIG hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, puspusan na paghahanap ng trabaho.  Humbling experience.  I would always wonder back then, "Ano kaya kung kunin lahat ulit sa akin itong mga tinatamasa ko".  I had a great job, walang masyado ginagawa.  May family na ako.  Seems everything was doing FINE.. then ito..  Well I thank GOD for always putting my feet on the groud.&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, Nabuksan ang isip at utak ko sa iba pang opportunities.  Natutunan ko magsaliksik sa net ng kung anu ano.. pati na mga scandal? nahhh.. matagal ko na alam un .. hahahaha..  Pero sa pagsasaliksik ko dun ko natisod ko ang isang individual na magtatayo pa lang ng company sa Pinas.. so tignan natin kugn anong manyayari ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, back in my previous company I;ve been given a chance to show that I could lead and/or manage a group.  Bagong pagsubok.. natuto.. maraming bagong nakilala.. SALAMAT.. kita ninyo ha.. wala akong masamang tinapay sa kumpanya.. sana ganun din ang isukli ninyo sa amin PEACE&lt;br /&gt;Eight, full support ng mga tao sa paligid ko.. I always believe that surrounding yourself with people who have positive attitude will always help lift your spirit.  THANKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to June 17, 2010..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-1983722219979238222?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1983722219979238222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=1983722219979238222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1983722219979238222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/1983722219979238222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/06/32.html' title='32'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-3586139096655912497</id><published>2009-03-29T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:53:41.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Not Have 2nd Mass Layoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pinoybusiness.org/2009/03/28/accenture-will-not-have-a-second-mass-layoffs/"&gt;http://pinoybusiness.org/2009/03/28/accenture-will-not-have-a-second-mass-layoffs/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;need not say more ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-3586139096655912497?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3586139096655912497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=3586139096655912497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/3586139096655912497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/3586139096655912497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-not-have-2nd-mass-layoff.html' title='Will Not Have 2nd Mass Layoff'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-7471512348028893951</id><published>2009-03-27T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:49:37.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AdSense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can no longer say that I have no time to do this and to do that.  I kept on browsing the web for possible opportunities.  After a ton of interviews and exams maybe it's time to lay low a bit.  I don't want to get frustrated or anything.  This comes naturally, after getting used to working and having that EXPECTED regular income at the 15th and month's end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across AdSense by Google.  These are ads generated by google.  The best thing is you can earn a little amount by just posting this ad on your website.  I have a blog, I can post it there.  I am planning to build a website, I can post it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get paid per VALID click.  Yes VALID is the key word.  I am in the process of finding out what that VALID word really mean in the AdSense point of view.  No harm in trying.  As I've said, I have plenty of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-7471512348028893951?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7471512348028893951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=7471512348028893951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7471512348028893951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7471512348028893951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/adsense.html' title='AdSense'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-2526816910171179294</id><published>2009-03-06T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:22:02.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLD SUMMER NIGHTS .. Farewell FrancisM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was expecting FrancisM to suddenly burst out of nowhere in the first Eheads reunion concert held in Fort Bonifacio.. singing with reckless abandon .. all heart .. SUPERPROXY why don't y'all just talk to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mga kababayan ko .. 1990 kakagraduate ko lang ng grade school nun .. papakinggan namin ang album niya na YO! sa bahay ng kaklase ko .. lumang turn table na nakalagay sa bubong nila at doon kami magpapatugtog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kaleidoscope World .. siguro naman sasang ayon kayo na isa ito sa pinakamagandang kanta na ginawa .. makulit na MTV .. hehe mga lalaking naka daster .. oo daster .. sa mga inaakalang Parokya ni Edgar ang unang gumawa noon .. pasensya na .. pero nauna sina FrancisM ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Battle, Freeman I .. eto ang mga album na binili ko nun .. araw araw napapakinggan ko ang buo album niya .. lalo na pag wla prof nung college days ko sa UST .. ilalabas ko ang Walkman at papakinggan ko ito .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl Be Mine, Lab Song &amp;amp; Rain .. girls &amp;amp; boys listen to these three songs .. then you'll surely appreciate FrancisM full of love and inpiration .. and I promise .. one of these songs will appear in my wedding video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahhh syang di na umabot si FrancisM sa concert ng Eheads bukas .. tsk tsk .. maiwan na lang sa imahinasyon natin .. pag tugtog ng SUPERPROXY lalabas si FrancisM .. tulad ng mga napanood nating show nila .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My rhyme be stickin to ya head like epoxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how it should be done, 'coz this rhyme is identical to none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 Stars &amp;amp; a sun in one sky so high, one-nine-nine-five until we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- FrancisM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-2526816910171179294?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2526816910171179294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=2526816910171179294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/2526816910171179294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/2526816910171179294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/cold-summer-nights-farewell-francism.html' title='COLD SUMMER NIGHTS .. Farewell FrancisM'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-3021888750875188419</id><published>2008-08-31T02:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:37:46.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eraserheads Reunion Concert</title><content type='html'>Eraserheads .. for us kids of the 90's this band is ICONIC.. Pwedeng ihalintulad mo na sa mga henerasyon na lumaki sa mga bandang/grupong VST &amp;amp; Co., Juan Dela Cruz at The Dawn. Ang pambato nang henerasyon namin E-heads.&lt;br /&gt;Concert 8302008..8pm Fort Bonifacio Open Field. 6pm andun na kami.. hanggang sa paglitaw ng clock para sa countdown di ko talaga alam kung ano ang expectations ko sa concert. When the clock struck 00:00:00 whew..pandemonium..talunan .. sigawan .. pag-angat ng grupo sa stage.. pagtipa ng unang nota .. ALAPAAP.. oh anung sarap.. di ko inaasahan.. di ko akalain.. parang nakakaluha? ang nakita ko .. parang flash back baga.. ung mga nangyari noong mga panahong kasagsagaan ng mga kanta nila.. parang nakatitig ako sa stage pero nakikita ko ung mga nangyari noon.. hold back those tears dude.. hehe masyado ka naman sentimental..&lt;br /&gt;Sa bawat kanta alam ko marahil ang mga lyrics.. i just sang to the songs.. no head bangin nor jumpin.. just singin and a casual stomp of my feet. What's really weird is.. ang mga katabi namin alam ko na hindi namin kaedad.. Funny how they jump in sheer delight when the band started Alapaap.. akala ko talagang fan siguro itong mga kids.. then after a few lines.. biglang natahimik lang sila.. andun papicture picture with their cp's and digi's.. hehe so ako confirmed.. and inabutan nila ung tribute album for e-heads hehehe.. BUT still the same.. fans of the eheads.. they might not know all of them but I know they LOVE em .. still our generation has a different / deeper understanding of their songs.. a deeper impact as one might say.&lt;br /&gt;An announcement coming from Ely's sister.. that Ely has been rushed to the hospital.. silence.. Have you noticed Ely just right after the last song of the first set? He was on his knees.. akala ko umiiyak nga eh.. maybe fatigue? Maybe overwhelmed? or sige pagsamasamahin na natin lahat.. many felt cheated? many felt that they should have a refund? I know many are dissapointed.. I for one does not know the real score.. Pero think about it.. would the E-heads want ito to be that way? Matatapos ba ang concert sa huling kinanta nila nung first set? I don't think so.. andami pang kulang.. Superproxy(wishing na biglang susulpot si FramsicM), Pare ko, Minsan, El Bimbo at ang hula kong finale.. Para sa Masa. I know mas dissapointed ang E-heads.. After a long time they are performing to those that they grew up with.. the FANS..&lt;br /&gt;Kami .. BITIN ang pinaka appropriate na salita.. pero heto.. nagpapatugtog na lang ng El Bimbo at nangingiti sa mga alaala .. sa ilalim ng bilog na buwan ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-3021888750875188419?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3021888750875188419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=3021888750875188419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/3021888750875188419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/3021888750875188419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/eraserheads-reunion-concert.html' title='Eraserheads Reunion Concert'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-7983228816266210449</id><published>2008-08-25T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:26:20.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somalia Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been wanting to write something about the Olympics.  So many things that has happened.  Records broken, redemption, defeat and some misconceptions.  This afternoon an article in yahoo struck me.  Read..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/beijing/track_field/news?slug=cr-somalirunners082408&amp;amp;prov=yhoo&amp;amp;type=lgns"&gt;http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/beijing/track_field/news?slug=cr-somalirunners082408&amp;amp;prov=yhoo&amp;amp;type=lgns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;BEIJING – Samia Yusuf Omar headed back to Somalia Sunday, returning to the small two-room house in Mogadishu shared by seven family members. Her mother lives there, selling fruits and vegetables. Her father is buried there, the victim of a wayward artillery shell that hit their home and also killed Samia’s aunt and uncle.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Olympic story we never heard.&lt;br /&gt;It’s about a girl whose Beijing moment lasted a mere 32 seconds – the slowest 200-meter dash time out of the 46 women who competed in the event. Thirty-two seconds that almost nobody saw but that she carries home with her, swelled with joy and wonderment. Back to a decades-long civil war that has flattened much of her city. Back to an Olympic program with few Olympians and no facilities. Back to meals of flat bread, wheat porridge and tap water.&lt;br /&gt;“I have my pride,” she said through a translator before leaving China. “This is the highest thing any athlete can hope for. It has been a very happy experience for me. I am proud to bring the Somali flag to fly with all of these countries, and to stand with the best athletes in the world.”&lt;br /&gt;There are many life stories that collide in each Olympics – many intriguing tales of glory and tragedy. Beijing delivered the electricity of Usain Bolt and the determination of Michael Phelps. It left hearts heavy with the disappointment of Liu Xiang and the heartache of Hugh McCutcheon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But it also gave us Samia Yusuf Omar – one small girl from one chaotic country – and a story that might have gone unnoticed if it hadn’t been for a roaring half-empty stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;It was Aug. 19, and the tiny girl had crossed over seven lanes to find her starting block in her 200-meter heat. She walked past Jamaica’s Veronica Campbell-Brown – the eventual gold medalist in the event. Samia had read about Campbell-Brown in track and field magazines and once watched her in wonderment on television. As a cameraman panned down the starting blocks, it settled on lane No. 2, on a 17-year old girl with the frame of a Kenyan distance runner. Samia’s biography in the Olympic media system contained almost no information, other than her 5-foot-4, 119-pound frame. There was no mention of her personal best times and nothing on previous track meets. Somalia, it was later explained, has a hard time organizing the records of its athletes.&lt;br /&gt;She looked so odd and out of place among her competitors, with her white headband and a baggy, untucked T-shirt. The legs on her wiry frame were thin and spindly, and her arms poked out of her sleeves like the twigs of a sapling. She tugged at the bottom of her shirt and shot an occasional nervous glance at the other runners in her heat. Each had muscles bulging from beneath their skin-tight track suits. Many outweighed Samia by nearly 40 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;After introductions, she knelt into her starting block.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The country of Somalia sent two athletes to the Beijing Games – Samia and distance runner Abdi Said Ibrahim, who competed in the men’s 5,000-meter event. Like Samia, Abdi finished last in his event, overmatched by competitors who were groomed for their Olympic moment. Somalia has only loose-knit programs supporting its Olympians, few coaches, and few facilities. With a civil war tearing the city apart since the Somali government’s collapse in 1991, Mogadishu Stadium has become one of the bloodiest pieces of real estate in the city – housing U.N. forces in the early 1990s and now a military compound for insurgents.&lt;br /&gt;That has left the country’s track athletes to train in Coni Stadium, an artillery-pocked structure built in 1958 which has no track, endless divots, and has been overtaken by weeds and plants.&lt;br /&gt;“Sports are not a priority for Somalia,” said Duran Farah, vice president of the Somali Olympic Committee. “There is no money for facilities or training. The war, the security, the difficulties with food and everything – there are just many other internal difficulties to deal with.”&lt;br /&gt;That leaves athletes such as Samia and 18-year old Abdi without the normal comforts and structure enjoyed by almost every other athlete in the Olympic Games. They don’t receive consistent coaching, don’t compete in meets on a regular basis and struggle to find safety in something as simple as going out for a daily run.&lt;br /&gt;When Samia cannot make it to the stadium, she runs in the streets, where she runs into roadblocks of burning tires and refuse set out by insurgents. She is often bullied and threatened by militia or locals who believe that Muslim women should not take part in sports. In hopes of lessening the abuse, she runs in the oppressive heat wearing long sleeves, sweat pants and a head scarf. Even then, she is told her place should be in the home – not participating in sports.&lt;br /&gt;“For some men, nothing is good enough,” Farah said.&lt;br /&gt;Even Abdi faces constant difficulties, passing through military checkpoints where he is shaken down for money. And when he has competed in sanctioned track events, gun-toting insurgents have threatened his life for what they viewed as compliance with the interim government.&lt;br /&gt;“Once, the insurgents were very unhappy,” he said. “When we went back home, my friends and I were rounded up and we were told if we did it again, we would get killed. Some of my friends stopped being in sports. I had many phone calls threatening me, that if I didn’t stop running, I would get killed. Lately, I do not have these problems. I think probably they realized we just wanted to be athletes and were not involved with the government.”&lt;br /&gt;But the interim government has not been able to offer support, instead spending its cash and energy arming Ethiopian allies for the fight against insurgents. Other than organizing a meet to compete for Olympic selection – in which the Somali Olympic federation chose whom it believed to be its two best performers – there has been little lavished on athletes. While other countries pour millions into the training and perfecting of their Olympic stars, Somalia offers little guidance and no doctors, not even a stipend for food.&lt;br /&gt;“The food is not something that is measured and given to us every day,” Samia said. “We eat whatever we can get.”&lt;br /&gt;On the best days, that means getting protein from a small portion of fish, camel or goat meat, and carbohydrates from bananas or citrus fruits growing in local trees. On the worst days – and there are long stretches of those – it means surviving on water and Angera, a flat bread made from a mixture of wheat and barley.&lt;br /&gt;“There is no grocery store,” Abdi said. “We can’t go shopping for whatever we want.”&lt;br /&gt;He laughs at this thought, with a smile that is missing a front tooth.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When the gun went off in Samia’s 200-meter heat, seven women blasted from their starting blocks, registering as little as 16 one-hundredths of a second of reaction time. Samia’s start was slow enough that the computer didn’t read it, leaving her reaction time blank on the heat’s statistical printout.&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds, seven competitors were thundering around the curve in Beijing’s Bird’s Nest, struggling to separate themselves from one another. Samia was just entering the curve when her opponents were nearing the finish line. A local television feed had lost her entirely by the time Veronica Campbell-Brown crossed the finish line in a trotting 23.04 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;As the athletes came to a halt and knelt, stretching and sucking deep breaths, a camera moved to ground level. In the background of the picture, a white dot wearing a headband could be seen coming down the stretch.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Until this month, Samia had been to two countries outside of her own – Djibouti and Ethiopia. Asked how she will describe Beijing, her eyes get big and she snickers from under a blue and white Olympic baseball cap.&lt;br /&gt;“The stadiums, I never thought something like this existed in the world,” she said. “The buildings in the city, it was all very surprising. It will probably take days to finish all the stories we have to tell.”&lt;br /&gt;Asked about Beijing’s otherworldly Water Cube, she lets out a sigh: “Ahhhhhhh.”&lt;br /&gt;Before she can answer, Abdi cuts her off.&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t know what it was when I saw it,” he said. “Is it plastic? Is it magic?”&lt;br /&gt;Few buildings are beyond two or three stories tall in Mogadishu, and those still standing are mostly in tatters. Only pictures will be able to describe some of Beijing’s structures, from the ancient architecture of the Forbidden City to the modernity of the Water Cube and the Bird’s Nest.&lt;br /&gt;“The Olympic fire in the stadium, everywhere I am, it is always up there,” Samia said. “It’s like the moon. I look up wherever I go, it is there.”&lt;br /&gt;These are the stories they will relish when they return to Somalia, which they believe has, for one brief moment, united the country’s warring tribes. Farah said he had received calls from countrymen all over the world, asking how their two athletes were doing and what they had experienced in China. On the morning of Samia’s race, it was just after 5 a.m., and locals from her neighborhood were scrambling to find a television with a broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;“People stayed awake to see it,” Farah said. “The good thing, sports is the one thing which unites all of Somalia.”&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the common threads they share with every athlete at the Games. Just being an Olympian and carrying the country’s flag brings an immense sense of pride to families and neighborhoods which typically know only despair.&lt;br /&gt;A pride that Samia will share with her mother, three brothers and three sisters. A pride that Abdi will carry home to his father, two brothers and two sisters. Like Samia’s father two years ago, Abdi’s mother was killed in the civil war, by a mortar shell that hit the family’s home in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;“We are very proud,” Samia said. “Because of us, the Somali flag is raised among all the other nations’ flags. You can’t imagine how proud we were when we were marching in the Opening Ceremonies with the flag.&lt;br /&gt;“Despite the difficulties and everything we’ve had with our country, we feel great pride in our accomplishment.”&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;As Samia came down the stretch in her 200-meter heat, she realized that the Somalian Olympic federation had chosen to place her in the wrong event. The 200 wasn’t nearly the best event for a middle distance runner. But the federation believed the dash would serve as a “good experience” for her. Now she was coming down the stretch alone, pumping her arms and tilting her head to the side with a look of despair.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the half-empty stadium realized there was still a runner on the track, still pushing to get across the finish line almost eight seconds behind the seven women who had already completed the race. In the last 50 meters, much of the stadium rose to its feet, flooding the track below with cheers of encouragement. A few competitors who had left Samia behind turned and watched it unfold.&lt;br /&gt;As Samia crossed the line in 32.16 seconds, the crowd roared in applause. Bahamian runner Sheniqua Ferguson, the next smallest woman on the track at 5-foot-7 and 130 pounds, looked at the girl crossing the finish and thought to herself, “Wow, she’s tiny.”&lt;br /&gt;“She must love running,” Ferguson said later.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Several days later, Samia waved off her Olympic moment as being inspirational. While she was still filled with joy over her chance to compete, and though she knew she had done all she could, part of her seemed embarrassed that the crowd had risen to its feet to help push her across the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;“I was happy the people were cheering and encouraging me,” she said. “But I would have liked to be cheered because I won, not because I needed encouragement. It is something I will work on. I will try my best not to be the last person next time. It was very nice for people to give me that encouragement, but I would prefer the winning cheer.&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“I knew it was an uphill task.”&lt;br /&gt;And there it was. While the Olympics are often promoted for the fastest and strongest and most agile champions, there is something to be said for the ones who finish out of the limelight. The ones who finish last and leave with their pride.&lt;br /&gt;At their best, the Olympics still signify competition and purity, a love for sport. What represents that better than two athletes who carry their country’s flag into the Games despite their country’s inability to carry them before that moment? What better way to find the best of the Olympic spirit than by looking at those who endure so much that would break it?&lt;br /&gt;“We know that we are different from the other athletes,” Samia said. “But we don’t want to show it. We try our best to look like all the rest. We understand we are not anywhere near the level of the other competitors here. We understand that very, very well. But more than anything else, we would like to show the dignity of ourselves and our country.”&lt;br /&gt;She smiles when she says this, sitting a stone’s throw from a Somalian flag that she and her countryman Abdi brought to these Games. They came and went from Beijing largely unnoticed, but may have been the most dignified example these Olympics could offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-7983228816266210449?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7983228816266210449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=7983228816266210449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7983228816266210449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7983228816266210449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/somalia-runner.html' title='Somalia Runner'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-3346487313359799380</id><published>2008-08-05T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:24:04.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disabled</title><content type='html'>Kumakain kami ni Rhechiel ng meryenda kanina sa Mcdo Robinsons Cybermall. Isang babae ang biglang lumapit, nag-abot ng isang maliit na papel at sumesenyas (sign language). Itinuturo niya ung inabot niyang papel.. nung tiningnan ko .. hindi pala basta papel.. isang papel na laminated hehehe.. humihingi ng tulong/abuloy .. parang saint &lt;em&gt;&lt;something&gt;&lt;/em&gt;society for the deaf and/or mute yata un.. Pasensya na dahil di ko masyado nabasa or naintindihan lahat .. ang takaw pansin sa nakalagay doon ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(P20 and above or anything) ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aba tignan mo nga naman noh.. may range na pala ngayon. Gusto ko magbigay pero nagdadalawang isip ako dahil dun sa nakita ko. HIndi nga naman siguro masama na ilagay nila un, pero dahil sa ngayon lang ako nakakita ng ganun mejo nangiti ako hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So isipin na lang natin, ano nga ba ang pwede gawin ng mga kapatid nating may kapansanan, tulad ng mga pipi at bingi (deaf/mute) at bulag? Ewan ko ngunit anong mga opportunities meron sila? Lalo na dito sa Pilipinas? Wala pa talaga akong nakikita na nagttrabaho sa mga kumpanya na mga tulad nila.. So parang mga livelihood programs ang pwede? Pag gawa ng ganito at ng ganire? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naisip nyo ba na ang swerte din natin? Andaming lumalapit na oppotunity sa atin .. Marami tayong option .. Hindi sa minamaliit ko sila.. hindi un ang ibig kong ipaabot .. wag lang natin syangin ang mga pwedeng dumating .. ibinibigay sa atin .. at kaya nating abuting mga pangarap ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-3346487313359799380?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3346487313359799380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=3346487313359799380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/3346487313359799380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/3346487313359799380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/disabled.html' title='Disabled'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-6093664165760160745</id><published>2008-03-30T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:28:28.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmmmm LOTTO .. ang laki na ng premyo noh? at least un ang narinig ko .. and malaki na daw ang kikitain ng gobyerno .. biruin mo un? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2004 my father passed away.. a few months later me mum had a dream.  pagkakitang pagkakita niya sa akin may ianbot siyang maliit na papel.. and told me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"napanaginipan ko papa mo .. maliwanag na maliwanag sa isip ko itong mga numerong ito.. baka ito ang tinatayaan ni Papa mo noon.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"anong gagwin ko dito?", tanong ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"ewan .. basta yan ang napanaginipan ko", tugon ni mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Matagal ko ding tinignan an mga numero.. hmm tayaan ko kaya ito sa lotto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;un sana ang gagawin ko .. hawak hawak ko ang papekl na un ng matagal.. hanggang sa malimutan ko na din at eventually nawala ko ang papel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sayang ba? nanalo kaya ung mga numero?  Yan ang mga tanogn na bumabalik sa utak ko twing maaalala or maririnig ko ang Lotto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sa mga mananalo .. tandaan ninyo sa LUPA kayo nakatuntong .. sa mga kunwaring nanalo.. ang KAKAPAL ng MUKHA nyo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-6093664165760160745?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6093664165760160745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=6093664165760160745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/6093664165760160745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/6093664165760160745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-8545711179535895322</id><published>2008-03-15T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:03:47.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Across the Universe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A trip to Penny lane.. blue suburban skies.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For all those who love the Beatles (their songs of course) this is a must see.  For those who know the Beatles because of those documentaries shown on TV in the late afternoons you might enjoy this, I know I did.  For those baby boomers, di ko lang alam kung tama ung term ko at spelling, this is nostalgia (a bit).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A musical.. Simple movie.. shows the situation, environment and people back then.  You may find yourself humming or even singing to the tunes once in a while.  I know I was.. There where times that I wanted to just jolt out ala VIDEOKE, but I didn't want to start another musical .. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are there any differences from those days compared to today?  None.  I think mas grabe pa nga noon.. ang mga ginagawa ng tao, kabataan ngayon will take a back seat to those days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Listening to those good ol Beatles song may bring back memories.  Those days that seems never ending .. It did .. although I am a 70's baby but still .. these are the songs I know, I've listened to and sang a piece or two .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I may have not said enough about the movie.. Hey this is better than High School Musical, hey no offense meant.  But this is my kind of movie .. Heck I didn't even watch the High School Musical .. but then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;again .. ALL WE NEED IS LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-8545711179535895322?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8545711179535895322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=8545711179535895322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8545711179535895322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/8545711179535895322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/across-universe.html' title='Across the Universe'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-5925082267683148001</id><published>2008-01-29T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T04:50:07.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paglalakad sa Kalsada</title><content type='html'>Ang aking unang pagsusulat sa taong 2008.  Nawa'y maging maligaya, masagana at mapayapa ang ating taon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalakad ako sa kahabaan ng JP Rizal St dito sa Marikina, mula bayan hanggang amin nilalakad ko, naalala ko ang mga panahong may tiangge pa sa ilog.  Kapag ako'y ginagabi/inuumaga sa daan madami pang tao at sasakyan sa kalsada.  Di tulad ngayon na wala ka halos makikita.  Kaya palinga linga na lang ako at nagiingat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko na minsang naglakad ako.  May namataan akong dlawang bata.  Gusgusin sila.. ilalarawan ko na lamang ang nakita ko noon:&lt;br /&gt;mas nakatatandang bata: nakatayo sa bangketa at mistulang tinatawag o pinipilit ang nakababatang kapatid na sumama sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;pangalawang bata: kung may kakilala, anak, pamangkin or kamaganak na nagsa edad na tatlo hanggang lima siya ang alalahanin mo.  batang lalaki, madungis, walang salawal, madumi at may butas ang manipis na sando na may pipping na dilaw.  ang kanyang mukha, mistulang takot na mangilidngilid ang luha.  Di ko maipinta o mawari kung naiiyak sa gutom?  O kakagising lang? Nasa sulok siya sa tapat ng bahay na kinatatayuan nila.  &lt;br /&gt;Nakatingin ang mas bata sa kanyang nakatatandang kasama.  Sa pilit kong iniisip kung bagong gising ba ito, ayaw ng umalis sa kinalalagyan dahil sa pagod?  Nagugutom kaya ito kaya mangiyakngiyak na ang itsura?  Naghahanap ba siya ng kalinga, magulang o kung sino man na tutulong sa kanya?  Para bang ayaw na niyangumalis doon sa lugar na yaon, naghahanap marahil ng tirahan o masisilungan sa lamig ng gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang naramdaman.  Gusto kong tulungan.  Pero napag isip ako, at yan ang mga nailagay ko sa itaas.  Tsk tsk.. dapat nga hindi na nag iisip ang isang tao kung pagtulong din naman ang hangad.  Hanggang sa malagpasan ko sila iniisip ko silang balikan.  Lintek na utak ito.  Dapat di ka na nag isip.  Gawin mo na lang ung nararamdaman mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaan marahil ang dahilan kaya't di ko sila malimutan.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-5925082267683148001?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5925082267683148001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=5925082267683148001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5925082267683148001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/5925082267683148001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/paglalakad-sa-kalsada.html' title='Paglalakad sa Kalsada'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-7936534546300705757</id><published>2007-06-07T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T16:22:12.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Got this one thru e-mail.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cico Aseron .. a classmate back in college forwarded this .. thanks man.. couldn't resist to write an entry ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;as usual.. I have my say after every part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So True...and yet so sad for the newer generations...they seem to be missing out on a lot of the good stuff that comes with growing up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something to ponder but should be shared. It'll imprint a smile on someone's face and may turn around someone's life.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TO ALL THE KIDSWHO SURVIVED the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe we should include the 80's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mama was still in college when I was conceived. Still i cannot conclude whether she smoked and/or drank during those days. Maybe she ate tuna, blue cheese or have taken aspirin...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok.. maybe we were put to sleep that way.. but as far as I know.. someone was looking after me.. they were there watching me sleep..singing a tune while they sway my old duyan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I first had a jeep .. then a bike, with little support wheels at the end .. the folks let me play and ride them all day .. remembering how I wanted the support wheels to be removed .. our garage was somewhat higher than the street, so i would run down from the garage to the streets then learn to ride/balance my bike.. they would be shouting "PADJAK PA!.. PADJAK PA!!".. a few bruises and scratches.. I was off..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As infants &amp;amp; children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;riding our orange volkswagen beetle was always a treat.. of course I would want to seat near the window.. no seat belts.. always watching the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this I remember doing.. If I was thirsty I would drink in the school's drinking fountain, which were merely faucets.. after playing there's no problem drinking in a neighbors garden hose or faucet..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NO ONE actually died from this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha.. did someone actually died from this? Until now my friends and I drink in I bottle or one glass.. TAGAYAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because . &lt;strong&gt;WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and boy I was really playing hehehe.. I was always thin when I was young, hmmm come to think of it.. I am still thin hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.&lt;br /&gt;No one was able to reach us all day.&lt;br /&gt;And we were &lt;strong&gt;O.K.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the street lights served as our clock back then.. whenever the lights would come on we will be finishing our games.. there's also the ringing of the church bells.. it's 6pm.. time to go home.. the elders would say "Orasyong na"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in our case, my friends and I will be riding our bikes all day.. why did we use our sandals as breaks? that I cannot recall hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms....... &lt;strong&gt;WE HAD FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; and we went outside and found them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we had a conversation with my friends(kumare/kumpare).. Marian and Constine talking about their school.. about how many students they have.. the number of special students.. Mark and I asking why are there cases like that.. when we were young there weren't many.. what maybe the reason.. my response.. "paglaruin mo sa labas ung mga bata ngayon.. wag hayaang sa bahay lang.. nanonood TV at computer".. They agreed.. pakikihalubiho is the key .. let them learn and talk to people..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember when we were young.. when the day is over and we need to clean up.. parents, tito or tita will be helping us clean.. if they would see we have a wound or cut,, they will utter.. "naku bata ka .. naglalaro ka maghapon hindi mo naramdaman na nasugatan ka na.. saan mo nakuha yan?".. thatt's what you get.. what are lawsuits?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I did not eat mud pies or worms.. at least that's what i believe hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahhh the sticks that can be almost anything.. imagination.. it could be the most sufisticated gun.. a sword or what have you.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did this even when I was in college.. going to a friends house.. chatting with them till night time.. sharing a bottle of coke and chippy.. when I was in highschool we even braved the flooded streets just to be able to go to a friends house.. chat with them.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to &lt;strong&gt;learn to deal with disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine that!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whose not afraid of being rejected?? but we learn because of these things.. we understand that there will be other things in store for us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They actually sided with the law! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It must have been hard for them.. but I guess that's what it takes to be able to raise a good child.. I wonder.. nowadays?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If YOU are one of them . . . &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good&lt;br /&gt;And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-7936534546300705757?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7936534546300705757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=7936534546300705757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7936534546300705757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/7936534546300705757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-692674848763118732</id><published>2007-02-02T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:16:31.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Rhechiel</title><content type='html'>I never knew such a day could come&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew such a love&lt;br /&gt;Could be inside of one&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what my life was for&lt;br /&gt;But now that you're here I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tamia]&lt;br /&gt;I never knew 'till I looked in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I was incomplete 'till the day you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew that my heart could feel&lt;br /&gt;So precious and pure&lt;br /&gt;One love, so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - [Both]&lt;br /&gt;Can I just see you every morning when I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can I just feel your heart beating beside me&lt;br /&gt;Every night (and every day)&lt;br /&gt;Can we just feel this way together&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eric Benet]&lt;br /&gt;Now baby the days and the weeks&lt;br /&gt;And the years will roll by&lt;br /&gt;But nothing will change the love inside&lt;br /&gt;Of you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tamia]&lt;br /&gt;And baby I'll never find any words&lt;br /&gt;That could explain&lt;br /&gt;Just how much my heart, my life&lt;br /&gt;My soul you've changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - [Both]&lt;br /&gt;Can you run to these open arms&lt;br /&gt;When no one else understands&lt;br /&gt;Can we tell God and the whole world&lt;br /&gt;I'm your woman, you're my man&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just feel how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;With one touch of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No touch has ever felt so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;(You are incredible)&lt;br /&gt;And no deeper love I've never known&lt;br /&gt;(I'll never let you go)&lt;br /&gt;I swear this love is true&lt;br /&gt;(Now and forever, to you)&lt;br /&gt;Only for you (To you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both] Forever here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eric Benet] Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tamia] Can I just see you every morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I open my eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-692674848763118732?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/692674848763118732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=692674848763118732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/692674848763118732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/692674848763118732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-rhechiel.html' title='For Rhechiel'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-6846995073727713294</id><published>2007-02-02T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:07:10.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mark</title><content type='html'>Alalahanin mo ang mga taong nagmamahal sa iyo dito.  Marami ka pang pangarap sa buhay kaya tinahak mo ang landas na yan.  Marami ka pang gustong marating na lugar kaya ka nagpunta jan.  Maghihintay kaming LAHAT sa pagbalik mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung magkakaproblema ka huwag mag dalawang isip na magdasal .. alalahanin na andito ang mga nagmamahal sa iyo handang mag ugoy ng duyan ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-6846995073727713294?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6846995073727713294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=6846995073727713294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/6846995073727713294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/6846995073727713294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-mark.html' title='For Mark'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-106082138278203886</id><published>2007-02-02T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:03:28.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Ugoy ng Duyan</title><content type='html'>SA UGOY NG DUYAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music by Lucio San Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lyrics by Levi Celerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana'y di magmaliw ang dati kong araw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni Nanay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nais kong maulit ang awit ni Inang mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awit ng pag-ibig habang ako'y nasa duyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y di magmaliw ang dati kong araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni Nanay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nais kong maulit ang awit ni Inang mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awit ng pag-ibig ako'y nasa duyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking pagtulog na labis ang himbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang bantay ko'y tala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang tanod ko'y bituin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa piling ni Nanay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Langit ang buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Puso kong may dusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabik sa ugoy ng duyan mo Inay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sana narito ka Inay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y di magmaliw ang dati kong araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni Nanay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nais kong maulit ang awit ni Inang mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awit ng pag-ibig hang ako'y nasa duyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa sa pinakamagandang kanta na nilikha ng isang Pinoy..kuhang kuha ni Levi Celerio ang damdamin ng bawat tao.  Ano nga kaya ang iniisip niya noong isinulat niya ito?  Ano ba mayroon ang kantang ito na sa tuwing maririnig ko ako'y napapatigil?  Sa totoo lang parang bigla akong nangangarap.. naaalala ang kabataan ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heheh madrama ba? OO noh.. madrama ito.. tanga ka kung wala kang nararamdaman na kakaiba kapag narinig mo ang kantang ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko susubukang himayin ang nilalaman ng kanta.. ayokong makasira sa isang magandang bagay.  Ikukwento ko lang ang mga naaalala ko.. and mga naiisip ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang napapanood ko ang sarili ko noong bata pa ako.  Hindi lang nga si mama ang mga naghele sa akin. madami sila.  Lam ninyo ba na parang naaalala ko na nakatingin ako sa kanila habang hele nila ako?  hmmm posible kaya un?  Siguro nasasabi/naiisip ko lang un dahil sa mga litratong nakikita ko na kalong-kalong nila ako.. siguro un nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balikan natin ang pag ugoy nila sa akin.. Anjan sina Ninong at Ninang..  ahhh ang walang kamatayang kanta ni Ninong para makatulog ako.. ako yata ang una niyang ginawan ng ganun.. hanggang ngayon ginagawa pa rin naman niya sa mga sumunod sa akin.  Sina Mommy at Daddy na nakangiti sa kanilang unang apo at nilalaro.  Sina Tita Vic, Ate Dory, Ate Tessie na kalong kalong ako at nakikipaglaro.  Sina Tito Boni at Tita Cel na karga ako sa isang family reunion.  Si Lola Tanching at Lolo Taning na kalaro ko sa simbahan.  Si Lola Aning na tinutulungan si Mama na bihisan ako.  Si Papa na kalong ako noong bibinyagan ako sa simbahan.  Si mama na hinehele ako gabi gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap alalahanin ng mga panahong yaon.. Para bang gusto ko uling tumabi sa kanila at sabihing "ihele at patulugin mo ulit ako."  Makakatuwang alalahanin.. pero bakit ganun?? Napapaluha ako pag naaalala ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-106082138278203886?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/106082138278203886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=106082138278203886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/106082138278203886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/106082138278203886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/sa-ugoy-ng-duyan.html' title='Sa Ugoy ng Duyan'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-4098990767850400520</id><published>2007-01-10T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:04:21.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buong akala ko si Smurfette lang ang babaeng SMURF</title><content type='html'>Buti na lang may wikipedia hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Sa tinagal tagal na panahon.. inaakala ko na si &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;smurfette&lt;/span&gt; lang talaga ang babaeng smurf.  Siya nga daw ang ina ng lahat ng smurf dahil.. ano ka ba.. siya lang ang babae.. so sa kanya lang galing hehehe  Salamat sa wikipedia.. nakilala ko ang dalawa pang babaeng smurf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sassette Sassette Smurfling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassette is a smurfling and the second of only three female smurfs to be depicted, appearing after Smurfette and before Nanny. She is a little freckled redhead girl with pigtails, and wears pink overalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassette actually has the same origins as Smurfette (with a minor difference, she wasn't made by Gargamel). The smurflings (Slouchy, Nat, and Snappy) were pitying Smurfette who felt lonely, being the only girl in the village, so they decided to help her. They learned from Papa Smurf that Smurfette was indeed created magically by Gargamel out of clay. They then went to steal Gargamel's formula and magical recipes for creating Smurfette. They successfully created Sassette, who this time didn't need plastic smurfery (though her rude behavior and attitude needed a bit of chemical tweaking). As they introduced Sassette to Smurfette, Smurfette was overjoyed at having a female friend, albeit a bit of a tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they didn't realize that Gargamel had cast a spell on the claybank that would have quite literally turned the little smurfling into a living bomb when the noon sun struck her. Papa's quick thinking and a fortuitous cloud over the sun saved both Sassette and the other smurfs. Gargamel, getting too close to the clay, ended up a victim of his own treachery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassette is a jolly girl who is quite simple-minded. She loves playing smurfball (a game similar to soccer) and disliked reading (until she eventually learned how). Some episodes suggest that she has a crush on Hefty, as she is quick to compliment him on his strength and althleticism. She frequently calls Papa Smurf "Pappy", which he finds irksome, but tolerates. Sassette is unique among the smurfs in that she is fond of Gargamel and is convinced there is good in him (noting that it was his formula that led to her creation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old flame of Grandpa Smurf's, Nanny enters the cartoon series after being trapped inside a cursed castle for centuries. Grandpa and the others rescue her, and she makes her home with them in the village.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-4098990767850400520?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4098990767850400520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=4098990767850400520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/4098990767850400520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/4098990767850400520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/buong-akala-ko-si-smurfette-lang-ang.html' title='Buong akala ko si Smurfette lang ang babaeng SMURF'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-2781825658622605851</id><published>2007-01-10T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:49:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History of term .. A follow up to Coño</title><content type='html'>from wikepedia again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History of the term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of the term "Konyo" or "coño" to refer to the affluent members of Philippine society draws from an earlier (19th century) usage of the word coño to refer to Peninsular Spanish expatriates living in colonies such as the Philippines and Latin America. This, in turn, was a result of the ultra-excessive use of the word ¡Coño! (originally "cunt") as a general, all-purpose swear word and expletive on the part of Peninsular Spaniards beginning sometime in the 1800s and continuing today. Many Latin Americans and educated Filipinos of the late 1800s, while they spoke Spanish, did not always use the same oral expressions as native Spaniards. Aside from not using seseo (therefore pronouncing the z and c in ce, ci as the voiceless dental fricative [θ], instead as [s]), the over-used coño expression set the expatriate Non-Andalusian Spaniards apart from the native-born locals. Coño thus became a term that certain Latin Americans (as well as Filipinos of the late 1800s) used for Spaniards which was in analogous fashion to how New Zealanders and Australians continue to refer to the British (especially the English) as "Pommies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usage of coño as the favorite expletive for expatriate Spaniards therefore gave them the label. As these expatriate Spaniards, referred to colloquially as coños, were at the top of society in the Philippines and generally held the highest prestige, the term coño later on found itself being used on the broader insular Spanish and mestizo caste who may not necessarily have been of Spanish descent (some were of French, German, Lebanese, etc. backgrounds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went by, the label's usage broadened further to include most members of the Philippine upper classes, regardless of their ethnic background. Today, rich people who are seen to have a very affluent standard of living and betray overtly Western mannerisms, even if they are of Chinese mestizo or ethnic Filipino descent are sometimes referred to as being coño, most particularly if they speak Konyo English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word coño often requires a certain Eurocentric orientation, since the richest members of Philippine Society — namely, the ethnic Chinese Taipan class—do not even qualify for the label due to their non-European orientation. That the word coño originally meant "cunt" and later meant "Spaniard" has surely gone a long way to becoming a word associated with a certain Euro-centric sector of the upper crust of Philippine society shows just how far a word's meaning can change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-2781825658622605851?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2781825658622605851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=2781825658622605851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/2781825658622605851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/2781825658622605851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/history-of-term-follow-up-to-coo.html' title='History of term .. A follow up to Coño'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-2602324032342463335</id><published>2007-01-10T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:47:12.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coño</title><content type='html'>From WIKIPIDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coño is a common Spanish idiomatic expression (vulgar). Its actual meaning differs according to region or country, but in Spain and several Latin American countries it is understood as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;slang for the female genitalia, the vulva (also Concha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In the Philippines, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Konyo refers to a certain segment of the upper class, and the variant of English they speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some places, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Venezuela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; particularly, coño has become a feature of speech to express emphasis or to stress a wide variety of emotions, actually drifting from any of its original sexual references, in a situation similar to that of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"fuck&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang.. ang labo.. bakit naman naging ganun ang mening dito sa Pinas ng salitang COÑO??  kaya nga natatawa .. ikwento ko na lang itong narinig namin ng kaibigan ko .. sa isang Exklusibong eswelahan sa Ortigas.. kaututang dila ko ang kaibigan kong si Kaloy .. habang nakatambay naman itong mga estudyante .. iba'y kumakain .. ang iba'y nagkkwentuhan lang naman.  dumating ang isang grupo.  two girls and 1 guy.. so sa kalapit na lamesa tumabi.. di namin maiwasan na marinig ang pinag uusapan.. dahil na rin sa lakas ng boses nila.. may ipapakilala daw si guy dito sa isang girl.. so malamang ipapartner doon sa isa, dahil kanya na si isa.. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;lalaki : "may ipapakilala ako sa iyo"&lt;br /&gt;girl 1 : "sino naman yan? sigurado ka ba na ok yan?"&lt;br /&gt;lalaki : "I'm sure.. he's super COÑO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PAUSE&lt;/span&gt; (nagkatinginan kami ng kaibigan ko .. hehehe eh pareho naming na research ang meaning ng coño.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;lalaki : "Oh.. he's here na"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**pakilala si lalaki 2 kina girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habang nagkkwentuhan ng kung anong kaeklatan.. si bagong dating na lalaki 2 ay panay text.. ocasional na hiti ng yosi ang mejo papungay mata.. hehehe taena yan pala ang itsura ng coño?&lt;br /&gt;So!  Parang espesyal na tao.. madaming tinawagan at tinext.. then nagpaalam si lalaki 2.. may important business ek ek na pupuntahan.. so sinamahan siya ni lalaki 1 paalis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bulongan girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "akala ko naman super gwapo.. eh kalbo na mataba pala"&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahahaha.. nagkatawanan kami ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;note: walang itong entry ko noh? hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-2602324032342463335?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2602324032342463335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=2602324032342463335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/2602324032342463335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/2602324032342463335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/coo.html' title='Coño'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-115709387321816389</id><published>2006-09-01T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:59:15.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brotherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Mark!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;September 1.. Birthday ni brotherhood Mark ngayon.. ano kaya ang handa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday din Lola Tanching.. SLN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-115709387321816389?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115709387321816389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=115709387321816389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115709387321816389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115709387321816389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-brotherhood.html' title='Happy Birthday Brotherhood'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-115690876159012838</id><published>2006-08-30T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:55:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMO</title><content type='html'>8:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangon.. what a morning.. uminom kami kagabi .. RED HORSE.. ito ang TAMA!!&lt;br /&gt;tingin as cellphone.. 4 NEW MESSAGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patay na si Joel "AMO" .. ung kapatid ni ate Vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka totoo ba ito? Palitan ng text sa mga kaibigan.. lahat nagulat.. then confirmed.. mismong kapatid na niya ang nagtext&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa si Amo sa mga nakilala ko noong high school - college .. sa mga panahon namin sa OLA Youth Ministry.. Siya ang tipong &lt;em&gt;on the go palagi &lt;/em&gt;.. pakalat kalat kumbaga..&lt;br /&gt;Nakasama sa Youth Ministry(Charismatic).. nakasama din yata sa disaster management team?&lt;br /&gt;nakakatuwa noon dahil.. pag may handaan or inuman.. lagi namin siyang nakikita.. biglang sumusulpot kumbaga.. may magtatanong, "O saan galing ito? lakas makaamoy". hehehe totoo ganun nga ang akala namin.. malakas makaamoy.. ang totoo.. palaboy siya.. makikita mo laging nakamotor or bike.. Sabihin na nating nakakaamoy nga siya.. pero bilib ako sa kanya.. hindi mo inuutusan .. nagkukusa.. siya ang nag aasikaso at nagiging abala .. makwento.. maraming alam.. ugaling taga Marikina ..&lt;br /&gt;Da best na ala ala ko sa kanya noong sumama siya sa Star City..  Kumain ng burger.. takaw mo pre.. tapos nagkahamunan na sumakay sa parang roller coaster na may malaking loop.. hehehe naalala ko reaction ninyo ni pareng Aries doon.. para kayong cartoon characters.. "Ang KULIT!".. pero pagbaba, wag ka!! itong si amo sumusuka.. nilagay mo ba ung ulo mo sa loob ng trash can? hehehe.. tanggal lahat ng kinain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toast to AMO.. rest in PEACE bro..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-115690876159012838?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115690876159012838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=115690876159012838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115690876159012838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115690876159012838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/amo.html' title='AMO'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-115398577374299149</id><published>2006-07-27T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:36:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOLA ANING</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Belated Happy Birthday Lola Aning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;July 26 (1914?) di lang ako masyadong sigurado sa taon ng kapanganakan niya.. kung tama ang naaalala ko namatay siya last 2004 sa edad na 89.. dapat 92 na yata siya.. ano ba meron sa araw na ito.. mga may kaarawan: Kate Beckinsale, Sandra Bullock, Kevin Spacey at si Mick Jagger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PASASALAMAT. Sa pagpapalaki sa mga magulang namin. Alam namin na naligaya kayo at may pagmamalaki sa inyong mga anak. Na gayon na rin ang tinuturo sa amin ngayon. Alam ko na hindi namin naipakita sa iyo noong nabubuhay ka pa or kulang ang naipapakita naming pasasalamat noon.. Sa nakikita ko .. sapat na at natutuwa kayo na makitang matiwasay at maayos ang lahat. Alam kong lahat kami pinagmamalaki ninyo .. simula sa mga anak .. sa mga apo .. kinatutuwa ang mga apo sa tuhod.. siguro naman maganda ang kinalabasan ng lahat.. Naka grad na si erwin ng Law.. naghahanda ng mag take ng board exam sa pagiging doctor si Joel .. si Bonel naman kilala na sa larangan ng badminton.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Naalala ko kung paano kayo magluto noon. Sino ba naman ang nagsabing hindi sila nasarapan sa mga inihahain inyo? pag iniisip ko .. ano ba ang pwede kong itawag sa pamamaraan ninyo? Buti na lang naituro ni Lola Bitang sa inyo ang mga pamamaraan na iyan.. at nakakatuwa namang natutunan din ng mga anak ninyo.. sana kami rin mabigyan ng pagkakataong matutunan yan. Namimiss ko na ang leche flan ninyo.. ang kare-kare.. ang waknatoy.. at ang nilaga na tuwing Linggo mo niluluto.. anjan din ang sopas tuwing Bagong Taon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;May iba rin kayong pamamaraan sa pakikitungo sa kapwa. Mayroon kayong karisma at iba ang dating ninyo. Siguro natural lang yan sa mga tulad ninyong lumaki na talaga sa Marikina.. at ang tinutukoy ko dito ay ang totoong taga Marikina.. May pamamaraan kay ona parang kilala ninyo ang lahat? kilala kayo ng lahat? alam ninyo ang lahat? ika nga nila.. "si lola Aning pa!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nakakatuwa ring alalahanin ang mga paglalakbay na ginawa ninyo.. Andami ninyong napuntahan.. nalibot na yata ninyo ang kabuuan ng Luzon at ibang parte ng Katimugan. Natutuwa rin ako at naranasan ninyong makapunta sa Banal na Lupain. Sa inyog mga kwento sa mga nangyari, nakita at naranasan doon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Naaalala ko ang mga ka-tropa ninyo noon. Masaya kayong nagkikita kita sa bahay. Doon ay maglalaro lang kayo maghapon ng baraha. Andoon lang kami at manonood sa inyo. At kung wala namang darating na mga kaibigan.. kami kami na lang ang kalaro ninyo.. at bibigyan ninyo kami ng puhunan bawat isa.. ang pinaglalabanan natin ay pera din ninyo .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bago kayo umuwi mula sa inyong pamamalengke ay dadaan muna kayo sa bahay namin upang bigyan ako ng mangga or anumang prutas na nabili ninyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ang pagdadasal ninyo sa kapilya ng San Roque. Naaalala ko na kayo lang ni Tita Cel ang nagdadasal noon.. at magibbiruan ang mga anak ninyo na nag sasagutan nanaman kayong dalawang magkapatid.. at pinaririnig pa ninyo sa buong baryo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Paano nga ba ung mga itinuro mo sa akin noong pagbasa as sinasabi ng ulap? Alam ninyo takot lang talaga akong malaman ang ganyang mga bagay. Kinalimutan ko lang ba talaga ng sadya ung mga itinuro ninyo? Naaalala ko tatawag pa kayo sa telepono para palabasin ako ng bahay at tignan ang ulap.. ano na kaya ang sinasabi nila ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bisita Iglesia naman pag mahal na araw.. di namin malaman kung ggano ba kayo kabilis magdasal? hehehe.. nagtataka lang kasi kami parang ambilis ninyo natatapos ung 3 ama namin, 3 Aba Ginoong Maria at 3 luwalhati. Aba't natatapos pa lang ako sa isa ay tumatayo n akaagad kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ang isa sa pinaka naaalala ko at hinahanap hanap ko sa bawat taon. Ang inyong pamamaalam at pasaaslamat sa pagtatapos ng inyong Pabasa, Piging. Parang kulang .. sa nagdaang taon kailangang masanay na ako na ibang boses ang maririnig ko doon. Pasensya na hindi ko yat akayang basahin un. Kita ninyo nga si Tita Cel noong unang taon na wala ka na.. naiyak siya sa pagbabasa.. un ang kinakatakot ko .. siguro sa mga darating na pagkakataon na lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hmmm ano kaya ginawa nating pamilya nitong kaarawan ninyo? panigurado ko magkakasam tayong lahat. May manlilibre kaya ng Ice cream? Di ba yan ang kantiyaw tuwing may kaarawan? Oo naman.. syempre.. "si Lola Aning pa!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-115398577374299149?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115398577374299149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=115398577374299149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115398577374299149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115398577374299149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-lola-aning_27.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOLA ANING'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-115275718246572838</id><published>2006-07-13T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:19:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumabagyong araw</title><content type='html'>Tama bang tawaging bumabagyong araw? eh hindi naman natin nasisilayan ang araw ng mga panahong ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang ang nag deklarang wlang pasok ngayon ang DEP ED.  Pasalamat kayo at hindi umaraw.. hehehe ganyan naman kayo di ba? Deklare kayo walang pasok ngayon.. tapos biglang sisikat ang araw.. pag sinabi ninyong may pasok.. ubod ng lakas ng ulan at hangin... tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ang mga opisina or business ek ek?  Syempre hindi.. kung kaya mo pang pumasok .. pumasok ka.. malaki ka na.. hindi ka na estudyante.. hehehe .. walang pakialam kahit parang basang sisiw na naglalakad sa kalsada. .tinatangay ng hangin ang payong.. at may mga mayayabang pang nagmamaneho na wlang pakundangan sa mga naglalakad sa paligid ang .. biglang haharurot at syepmre pa.. mababasa ka.. lintek kayo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh anjan pa rin ang mga MALL.. malamang ang mga estudyante ngayon nag babalak ng gumimik .. magkitakita.. magchikachika.. manood ng sine.. at maniwala kayo't sa hindi.. pati sila nagkakape na.. so, STarBucks here we come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinakamasarap ngayong umuulan.. matulog.. kahit buong araw ako matulog ok lang.. anlamig ng panahon.. kahit walang aircon or electric fan malamig pa rin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pasasalamat ko lang mayroon ako.. tayong masisilungan.. naisip mo na ba kung paano na ung mga wlang tirahan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-115275718246572838?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115275718246572838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=115275718246572838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115275718246572838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115275718246572838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/bumabagyong-araw.html' title='Bumabagyong araw'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-115260364666637915</id><published>2006-07-11T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:40:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JVC Badminton Tournament</title><content type='html'>kakaiba ang tournament ngayong taon.. oo wala na nga ung malalaking TV sets na nakikita kong ibinibigay s mga nag-champion.. wala din ang magkapatid na Kennie at Kennevic Asuncion sa tournament.. pero anjan naman si Ronel.. or Bonel para sa amin.. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dati ang papanoorin ko lamang sa tournament eh ung mga kilala or natinal players.. pero ngayon sinubaybayan ko ang mga laro mula pa sa powersmash badminton court patungong glorietta para sa quarterfinals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko magaing si Bonel.. no doubt about it.. so inaasahan ko na aabot siya sa mga laro sa Glorietta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nanonood sa powersmash sa kainitan ng hapon.. nakakatuwang isipin na naglalaro ngayon sa ganoong level si Ronel.. di ko maisip na ung makulit na batang nasa tabi ko pag naglalaro ako ng War Craft or  Red Alert at kapag natatalo ako ay ubod ng lakas mang asar kaya nababatukan eh andito sa JVC tournament.. lumalaban sa mga magagaling na manlalaro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwang makita mo na kachokaran at kaututang dila niya ung mga maggaling na manlalaro na kaidad niya.. so sabihin na nating kilala na siya ng mga ito.. dahil sila ang mga nagkakatapat tapat sa mga tournament na nilalahukan nila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bawat laro makikita mo kung kaya niya or hindi ang kalaban.. kitang kita sa galaw at expression niya sa mukha.. malamang alam ko kasi may konting pagkakahawig sa pag iisip at pagkilos ko or sa iba naming pinsan..  kaya noong napapanood namin ni Rhechiel ang laban sa Semis ng Elite singles men ay nahalata niyang bothered ang itsura ni Ronel.. akala ko ako lang ang nakapuna.. hehehe so nung matalo siya.. biglang nagsulputan si ate dory at kuya nolo(nanay at tatay niya).. tawa ako ng tawa kasi hindi daw ila mapanood na natatalo si Ronel.. ngayon alam ko na na ganun pala talaga..aywa mong makitang natatalo ang kakilala mo .. lalo na ang kamag anak mo .. natawa ako ng sinabi pa ni ate dory na anjan si kasoy at joel.. nag ikot ikot noong nakikitang natatalo na si Bonel.. heheh akalain mo un.. takot silang lahat ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natyempo naman na noong araw na iyon lang nila napanood maglaro si Ronel.. sayang natalo siya.. gaun talaga.. tsaka si Gadi ang kalaban niya.. siya na rin ung nag champion sa Elite men's singles category.. aminado si Ronel na may takot pa siya dun.. un na ng alang ang kailangan niyang alisin sa sarili niya.. pero kahit sino naman may takot at kaba.. kailangan mo lang i re-channel ang mga narramdaman mong yan pag nakasabak ka na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat lahat magand ang pinakita ni Ronel.. umabot sa semis ng Elite men's singles at 16 and Under mixed doubels.. at ang champion sa 16 under men's singles.. saan ka pah?? unang sali pa lang yata niya.. hehehehe.. syempre andoon ang buong pamilya sa awarding .. para sumoporta at mag antay ng LIBRE!!! YAHOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so inaashan ko na bawat taon aantayin ko na ang JVC tournament.. hindi ko na kailangan maghanap pa ng mapapanood dahil aasahan ko na naandoon na si Ronel.. at sa mga taon pang susunod ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kudos to Ronel his partner and coaches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-115260364666637915?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115260364666637915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=115260364666637915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115260364666637915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115260364666637915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/jvc-badminton-tournament.html' title='JVC Badminton Tournament'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-115260149736373866</id><published>2006-07-11T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:04:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 17, 1977</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRHTDAY to me...&lt;br /&gt;huli man daw at magaling naihahabol pa rin hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ahhhhmmmm 29 isn't a bad number after all.. kwento ko nangyari nitong mga nakaraang araw at sa pagdaraos ntg aking kaarawan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;June 15.. WOW!!! SWELDO NA!!! un lang naman ang espesyal doon.. kumuha ng sweldo.. binayaran mga utang .. buti na lang may online payments na ngayon.. thank you!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;uwian.. nagtatanong si mama kung may handa ba ako sa birthday ko .. pati si yan yan nagtatnong na rin kung may handa kami.. kasi nga po June 18 naman ang birthday niya.. syempre ako si tipong hindi makapag decide kaagad.. sige bahala na sa 17.  Hindi pa ako nakakapagdecide at kailangan ko pa i-compute mga gagatusin ko ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;June 16.. BADMINTON sa YONEX.. yey!! makakapag laro na rin ulit ako sa wakas.. sabay ulit ako kin aJon at Cathy papuntang YOnex.. kain muna kami sa .. ewan ko ba kugn anong resto un.. basta ang alam ko hindi ako nasarapan sa nakain ko .. sumama pa panlasa at tyan ko .. not worth it!! So dahil doon .. buong gabi nasa panlasa ko siya.. tsk tks.. bad bad bad... parang masusuka ako ng di ko maintindihan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;June 17 .. Happy Birthday to me.. noong umaga ko lan gnaisip na magkakaroon ng salu salo.. kami kami lang.. meaning.. kasama ang mga taga kabila.. kabila meaning.. mga taga kina lola aning.. that includes ate dory, kuya nolo and children, erwin and family, titavic and family at mga nakina tita cel..syempre pati sina Ninang at Ninong kailangan andoon..  so luto si mama.. habang ako natutulog hehehe.. 6pm punta na kao ng OLA at magsisimba. habang andoon ako ..inaantay ko din si Rhechiel .. dumating din siya half way ng mass.. nakit ana rin namin sina tita Vic.. then pagkatapos punta na agad sa amin .. andoon na din mga bisita ko .. ng naisipan ko lang na magibita ng mga magiging kainuman hehehe.. sayang naman kasi ung handa kung walang inuman.. at nangangantyaw ang mga pinasn ko kung wala ba daw beer... so pabili ako ng isang case.. text kina pareng Mark at Arnel.. text din sa East kids.. hinanap ko din ang mga kapitbahay kong kamsa ko laging mag inom..naka dalwang case din kami.. ako , si mar, si arnel, butch at jon,, aba eh ung mga pinsan ko nag siuwian na.. tag isang bote lang pala hahahahaha..masaya kung ako tatanungin.. gusto ko ganun lang.. simple at lasing nyahahaha.. kasma ko pamilya, si rhechiel mga kaibigan.. kuntento na ako &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pasasalamat sa mga magulang ko .. mga nakatatanda .. mga kamag anak at mga kaibigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-115260149736373866?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115260149736373866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=115260149736373866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115260149736373866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/115260149736373866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/june-17-1977.html' title='June 17, 1977'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-114890155133872782</id><published>2006-05-29T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:39:03.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIPUNIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ang hirap ng feeling.. hay naku.. ito ang numero uno kong kalaban.. sa awa naman ng Diyos ito lang ang nagiging sakit ko sa isang taon.. ung transition period ng taglamig/tagulan at taginit.. nyempre pha noh noh ato nhayohn.. hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mararamdaman ko naman kung magkakasakit ako nito.  Feeling ko sumasakit unti unti ang lalamunan ko .. feeling ko may namumuong kung ano sa ngala ngala hehehe.. pero eto pa rin.. inom pa din ng malamig.. iinom pa din ng alak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pagkagising mo kinaumagahan.. PRESTO!!! sakit ng lalamunan ko .. hindi ako makapag salita ng maayos.. syet ang lagkit ng laway ko wahahaha.. ayan .. YARI KA!  Unti unti na yan.. mararamdaman ko na pagsakit ng ulo.. nag build up na rin ang sipon.. yaiks.. kahit anong inum ko ng Vitamin C hindi na ako maisasalba niyo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ang hirap magtrabaho.. sakit sa ulo.. feeling ko namumuoo ang lahat ng sipon at uhog ko sa gitna.. sa SINUS kumbaga.. at parang nadodokleng na din ako sa sakit hehehe.. teka.. kahit wala akong sakit nahihirapan ako magtrabaho ah .. hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Absent nanaman.. haaay.. bawas sa sweldo.  Pinakamainam gawin ay pumunta kay Doctor Beny .. yep old reliabol Doctor Beny.. Itatawag ni motherhood sa clinic niya nadadalhin niya ang anak niya.. halungkat naman si assistant sa files.. aba ang lintek.. inaagiw na yata ung file ko .. kasi natagalan.. ay totoo.. kulay kalawang or dilaw na ung papel .. hehehe .. tama kayo.. pediatrician si doctor Beny.. at siya pa din ang doctor ko .. siya nga lang yata ang kilala ng katawan ko.. kundi ako papatingin kay doc hindi ako gagaling.. hehehe... trust me.. ganyan din ang karamihan ng bata sa amin na sa kanya lumaki ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;konting tingin .. nganga ng malaki.. makinig sa tibok ng puso at malalim na paghinga.. may ibibigay na gamot.. usually antibiotic lang yan.. tapos sabay sulat ng medical ek ek para sa opis.. at syempre ang bayaran portion hehehe.. salamat doctor ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eto na.. sabi ko na nga ba kailangan lang dumalaw kay doc.. ok nanaman ako . .magaling na.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;simulan na ulit ang blog ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-114890155133872782?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114890155133872782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=114890155133872782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114890155133872782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114890155133872782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/sipunin.html' title='SIPUNIN'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-114560953586634159</id><published>2006-04-21T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T09:55:58.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taga MARIKINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TAGA MARIKINA KA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinulat ni Rodolfo S. dela Paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taga Marikina: Ipinanganak sa Marikina, taal nataga Marikina, tubong Marikina, nakatira saMarikina. Kahit saan man naroroon maging saabroad, hindi nalilimutan ang Marikina, nasa puso ang Marikina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taga Marikina-maputi, makinis at medyo singkit angmata, pustura, maporma, mapagbiro, masayahin,mabulaklak ang dila. Sa madaling salita,mapagmura, bukang bibig mo, "Putang 'na mo!". TagaMarikina: mahilig kumain, mamasyal, magpiknik,magbasketball, makipagkuwentuhan. Sabi nga:"Mawalan na ng isang kalabaw, huwag lang ng isang huntahan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hindi mo ba napansin? description ko yan..tignan mo pa ang larawan ko hehehe.. hindi nga lang ako maporma at mapustura. OO mabulaklak din ang dila ko, pero mejo nabawasan ko na hehehehe..Huntahan yan ang di mawawala sa akin.. sa amin??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung taga Marikina ka, mahilig kang kumain ngpansit, goto at tokwa. Kapag umuulan o araw ng Biyernes, ang ulam mo, munggo at kung Linggo,nilagang manok. Kung taga Marikina ka ang tawag mo sa matamis na sawsawan ng lumpia ay maalat. Kung taga Marikina ka, mahilig kang magsugal; tumatayasa lotto, karera, nagsasabong, nagpupusoy,tong-its, bingo, monte, sakla, ending at siyemprepa, jueteng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OO mahilig ako sa pansit..minsan may pumuna sa akin..ngayon lang daw siya nakakita ng inuulam ang pansit..oo mahilig ako sa tokwa't baboy.. lalo na sa tokwa .. heheh pupunta pa ako sa palengke upang bumili ng tokwa .. un ang agahan ko noon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At syempre pa.. ang MAALAT.. oo maalat nga ang tawag namin sa matamis na sarsa ng lumpia.. at ang pinakamagaling magluto nito .. si LOLA ANING.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sugal?? hindi ako gaanong mahilig sa sugal..mahilig ako manood ng nagsusugal.. nagpupusoy ako paminsan minsan.. Holy Week usually.. kalaro mga kaibigan ko sa I.Mendoza(Kenworth kung tawagin).. at ang pustahan pahiran ng uling sa mukha.. kaya uuwi kaming parang atiatihan.. kung walang uling isang malaking BASO ng tubig ang iinumin pag natalo..at di mawawala ang jueteng.. kapag trip ko tataya ako .. lalo na kung may okasyon.. aalagaan ko talag aang numero.. di ko lang mapaliwanag kumbakit lumalabas ang numero.. at syempre pa tatama ako .. INUMAN NA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taga Marikina ka kung marunong kang gumawa ngsapatos pero lagging nakatsinelas, nakabihis nangmaganda kahit walang pera. Taga Marikina ka kungang bati mo sa kakilala o kaibigan ay hindi "Hi" o"Hello" kundi "Saan ka galing?" o "Saan kapupunta?" Taga Marikina ka kaya nag-aral ka saRoosevelt o sa MSAT. Kung nag-aral ka sa Marikina,alam mo ang Central, annex No. 1 at annex No. 2.Love mo si "Little Ana", si Miss Mendoza. Kilalamo si Mrs. Mesina, si Miss Victorino at Mrs.Zamora. Kilala mo rin si Mr. Trinidad, Mr.Santos, Miss del Rosario, Mrs. Chanyungco at siMaestrong Porong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Di ako marunong gumawa ng sapatos..pero nakapag trabaho ako sa sapatusan.. naglilinis ako noon.. finishing yata tawag doon.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Noon akala ko natural na batian ung "Saan ka punta?" at "Saan ka galing" dami nakakapansin sa akin..bakit kung babati ako un ang lagi nila naririnig? Noon ngang nagkita kami noong kaklaso ko noong high school.. naka bisikleta ako at naka sasakyan siya.. ang sabay naming tanong "saan ka punta?"&lt;br /&gt;Nag aral ako sa MARIST.. exclusibong paaralan para sa mga lalaki.. nagpapasalamat ako sa mga natutunan ko doon.. maraming salamat po.. ngunit di ako masaya doon .. sa tuwing may kwentuhan sa amin ng mga barkada, kakilala o ng mga nakakatanda.. lagi nababanggit Roosevelt or MSAT.. hay .. bakit nga ba hindi ako napasok dito? E di sana nasasama ako sa mga Alumni homecoming.. hehehe pero as bandang huli.. salamat sa mga magulang ko ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ung mga pangalan sa itaas.. nakikilala ko sila.. sa kwento nina mama at papa.. pati mga tito at tita.. lalo na kapag kasama mga kaibigan nila.. reminiscing kumbaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Taga Marikina ka kung alam mo ang ibig sabihin ng"naghalo ang balat sa tinalupan, "sagot sa huli",lamuan, salang bayan, salamyaan, anunciata, zebra,ampay kaban, hiwas, ditchoy, bankilya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oo pamilyar anga mga katagang ito.. at may mas hihigit pa ba sa ANUNCIATA? Sa mga hindi nakakaalam.. sana tama ipapaliwanag ko .. ito ung maliit na birhen nanakalagay sa isang lalagyan.. ito ay madalas dinadasalan sa pabasa kina LOLA ANING.. dito ko siya nakilala.. bata pa kami andoon na siya.. ngayon wala na si Lola Aning .. andoon pa rin siya.. hinahalikan ang birhen na ito.. may salamin ang lalagyan niya.. doon humahalik ang mga tao.. pagkatapos halikan ay papahirannila ng bulak na may kulay green na kung ano man iyon.. tapos ibibigay ang kapiraso sa humalik.. ok noh? tignan mo wallet ko .. may bulak ko niyan .. pinapalitan ko kada taon.. ahhh.. mas mabuti kayang idagdag dito na.. Taga Marikina ka kung alam mo ang PABASA ni Lola Aning.. ang tawag dito ay PIGING.. marunong ka ng mga tono ng pabasa dito sa Marikina.. nakikita mo ung mga naglalakihang talyase sa kalsada.. doon niluluto ung pansit, kanin at ulam..at matapos ang pabasa maririnig mo ang pamamaalam niya.. pasasalamat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taga Marikina ka kung nakapanood ka sa Cine Bayan,Lion, Mari at Valley, kaya alam mo ang palko,kabit at ala-berde. Naghawak ka ba ng kateplak?Umahon ka ba sa Antipolo? Sumakay ka ba saMarikina Valley? Sa NGI? sa Happy Valley? saMarikina Bus? Kumain ka ba kay Aling Petra? KayDoro? kay Justina? sa La Pacita? kay Tabio? kayLim? kay Victory? kay Luyong? kay Salud? kay Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lion, Mari at Valley.. paano ko naman hindi malalaman ito dahil anlapit lapit lamang sa amin niyan.. noong mejo nagkaisip na ako ang mga palabas diyan puro bold na hehehe.. kapag pupunta nga akong Santolan maririnig mo ang palabas sa Lion..kasi doon lang sa likod nito ang sakayan ng jeep patungong Santolan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ala-berde.. heheh yan ang inaantay ng bawat Marikeño.. ito kasi ung last order.. ibibigay na sa iyo lahat hehehe.. saordinary price.. or libre na ito .. sarap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kateplak? hindi ako humawak niyan..nahihya ako hehehe.. yan ung pinapatunog nila sa harap ng prusisyon, sagala or anoman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mga kainan sa Marikina.. andami nito.. at ansasarap.. hanggang ngayon bumibili pa rin kami.. lalo na kung may inuman.. tara bili tayo ng gising gising.. hehehe at matapos naman uminom.. tara bili tayo ng pansit at pandesal .. yum yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naligo ka ba sa ilog? nagnakaw ng singkamas satumana? nanuro, naglaro sa baha? namalaka,naglimas, nagmaya? nagsalon sa Riverview, saRolando's, sa Holiday, sa Champion, sa Sky View,sa Frolic, o nag-outing sa Balara at VillaLolita? Kung hindi mo alam ito o hindi mo itonaranasan, baka hindi ka taga Marikina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hindi pa ako nakakaligo sa ilog.. maski na tabi lang ng bahay namin ito hehehe.. maarte ako eh ..pero mga kabarkada ko nakaligo na dyan.. ako lang talaga ang hindi.. naglaro sa baha pwede pa.. kaya lang.. wala ng baha ngayon dito sa Marikina.. kawawang mga bata.. hindi ninyo mararanasan un hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Outing? di ko alam kung saan kami nagpupunta noon.. pero may mga picture ako hehehe.. meron pa ngang outing kami na reunion yata ng mga kamag anak ni Lola Bitang.. minsan scan ko at ipapakita sa inyo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sky View..Square Hole.. naku!! sarado na yan .. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taga Marikina kapag alam mo kung saan ang DaangBakal, dairy, oval, patindig-araw, balubad,lambak, tayug, olandes, Ilaya, Ibayo, halang atChorillo. Taga Marikina ka kung kilala mo angangkan ng adobo, bangus, kamatis, ibon,kalambyang, bibe, puto, kalabaw, paminta, kulubot,daga at iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kabataan ko naguguluhan ako sa mga lugar na yan.. Daang bakal.. daang pasig.. alangya lahat naman dito daanan db?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ang mga angkan? may mas dadami pa ba sa angkan ng NEPOMUCENO? heheh antyin ninyo .. may gagawin ako para sa inyo ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung taga Marikina ka, siyempre kilala mo si Alo,si Herman, si Terry, si Ador Langis, si Anita at si Eleng-Eleng, gayundin sina Eliong taba o siEmiliong laki. Kung hindi mo sila kilala, bakakilala mo si Temyong Hudas, si Kletong P_k_, siAngel mayaman, si Mariang mahirap, si Mr. Cruz, si Kamote, si Bigote, si Pitoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Para kang si ALO.. heheh lokohan ng mga taga amin.. lalo na ng mga bata.. kumabga para kang loko or praning?? tama nga ba? Si Ador lagi sa kalsada namin noon yan.. kapag dumadating.. naku.. magsisipasok na kami ng gate.. mabait naman siya.. kausap nga lagi nina papa at nga mga kalalakihan sa amin.. KO KO KO KOTSE.. KOTSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung taga Marikina ka, ang tawag mo sa duktor mo,Seseng, Isaac, Juan, Ading, Eloy, Mario, Sitong,Dick, Tasyon, Luming, Itoy at Erning. Kung tagaMarikina ka dapat alam ang pangalang Padre Arciaga, Father Godoy, Mons, Cruz, Fr. Ignacio at Padre Mirasol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OO nga noh.. sila ung mga doctor noon.. ay teka.. hanggang ngayon pala.. Noong namatay nga si Lola Aning pinakilal anila sa akin si Doktora Tasyon.. Ang doctor ko kasi si Doktor Benny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pangalan ng mga padre? eh anak ng teteng.. anlapit lapit ko sa OLA hindi ko pa sila makikilala.. inabutan ko nga si Msgr Cruz na kura paroko.. sa Marikina Catholic School pa kaya ako nag aral hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taga Marikina ka, Mayor mo si BF, malinis anglungsod mo, may River Park, may Rescue 161, walangsidewalk vendor, bawal magkalat, bawal ang hubad,bawal ang umihi at dumura. Maraming punong kahoy,maliwanag ang mga ilaw, uso ang jogging, aerobics,bowling at ballroom dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Si MCF na mayor ngayon.. wala pa namang pinagbago.. same old Marikina.. malinis..maganda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taga Marikina ka, ipinagmamalaki mo ang lahat ngito, hinahangan ang lungsod mo. Pinupuri ka.Mabuhay ang mga taga Marikina! Mabuhay angMarikeo. Ang taga Marikina laging sikat, mabait,masaya, masipag, matulungin, matalino, at higit salahat, huwag mong kalilimutan -MAYABANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sige na nga MAYABANG ako .. pinagmamalaki ko .. taga MARIKINA ako &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCE: "River City GAZETTE" published February20, 2000 (Vol.II No. 1)Marikina City&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-114560953586634159?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114560953586634159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=114560953586634159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114560953586634159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114560953586634159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/taga-marikina.html' title='Taga MARIKINA'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-114552754250917138</id><published>2006-04-20T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:05:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter</title><content type='html'>I just love OPEN LETTERS.. lalo na kung nakikita ko pangalan ko dun.. tinawag mo pang open letter kung gusto mo pang specify pangalan ko ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A published letter on a subject of general interest, addressed to a person but&lt;br /&gt;intended for general readership.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sana nilagay mo na lang a letter to &lt;strong&gt;BINGGOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; .. &lt;/em&gt;shet na malagket.. at sana sa e-mail address ko na lang pinadala di ba? Ay teka baka lalo akong natawa kung sa akin mo lang pinadala.. ang i-forward ko pa rin yan sa yahoo group.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang alam ko iniiwasan mo lang magalit sa mga pinagsasasabi ko.. kunsabagay ano nga ba ang magandang nagawa ko? wala db? hindi rin naman ako kilala sa akademik achievements ko .. saan ako kilala?? sa pagka &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; lang? heheheh taena pag nabasa mo ito matatawa at maaasar ka lalo.. wala kang magagawa &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ko ito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang dimo na sila dinamay.. heheh ako lang naman nagtatanong, hindi ung buong batch namin.. hehehe.. ako lan gung makulit.. hindi ung buong klase namin.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GO PIONEER BATCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of our batch.. lintek English yan ha.. hindi naman ininsist na tawagin kaming pioneer batch.. isa sa mga perks lang yan dahil nauna kami wahahaha.. nauna = first= pionner.. tama ba? Basta intindihin ninyo na ang logic ko .. fuzzy logic yan eh .. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa.. wag ka na mambola.. dahil magaling kami jan.. magaling ako jan!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-114552754250917138?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114552754250917138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=114552754250917138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114552754250917138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114552754250917138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/open-letter.html' title='Open Letter'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-114534079090191353</id><published>2006-04-18T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:27:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I scream for ICE CREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/130691868_efc9af23e5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/130691868_efc9af23e5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe ang init ngayon.. akala ko after ng Holy Week mejo mababawasan na itong init. Natutuwa nga ako at babalik na ako ng office. Dahil ang inaasahan ko dito..&lt;strong&gt;MALAMIG&lt;/strong&gt; .. Asa ka pa Binggoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ng ICE CREAM.. uhmmmm sarap.. ang lamig .. lalo na ung mga fruity flavors.. mangga, strawberry, melon.. ahh basta prutas mahilig ako ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan na, bumili na ang mga kaopisina ko ng Ice Cream.. nag ambag ambag na lang kami.. at uumabagan ko sila kapag inubusan nila ako ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-114534079090191353?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114534079090191353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=114534079090191353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114534079090191353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114534079090191353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-scream-for-ice-cream.html' title='I scream for ICE CREAM'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-114474390254899974</id><published>2006-04-11T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:30:23.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Karol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Karol Wojtyla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I remember the participants chanting "JP2 WE LOVE YOU".. those were the days .. World Youth Day sa Pinas.. every YOUTH was on a high.. parang naka droga.. syempre KAMI ang BIDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Pope.. akala ko buong buhay ko siya ang Santo Papa na makikilala ko .. un ang totoo.. parang walang katapusan ang buhay niya.. noong ngakakasakit siya nasa pagiisip ko na .. gagaling siya.. magiging malakas at ipagpapatuloy ang pagsisilbi, pagtayong pinuno ng Simbahan.  Hindi na nangyari un noong isang araw ng Abril.  Nasa Pangasinan ako, nakipamiyesta kina Cathy sa Lingayen.  Pagkasing ko nabalitaan ko na lang na patay na si Karol.  Nakakabigla.. di ko alam.. wala akong maisip.. walang emosyon.. ang totoo.. nakakalungkot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daming narinig na patotoo .. kung gaano nila kamahal si JP2.. mga kasama ko pala sila sa simbahan, OLA Youth ministry.. kasam kasama ko sa WYD.. at sa iba't ibang vigil at taize na dinaluhan namin.  Siya ang Idol noong kabataan ek ek days namin.. Nagkaroon pa kami ng parang thanks giving vigil noon para sa kanya.. may mga dasal.. patotoo galing sa mga kaibigan.  Meonr pa ngang nagsalita tungkol sa personal encounter niya kay Pope noon.. Totoo ito.. si Mark na bespreng ko.. nayakap si JP2.. kainggit noh?? May pic pa siya .. minsan ipost ko un dito.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon naisip ko lang.. nagtext ako sa kanila.. "Ang naalala ko April namatay si JP2.. Anong Petsa un? First Year Death Anniversary niya", ikako.. sagot si Buboy, "OO bro naalala ko nga ngayong April un di ko lang alam date".. si mark naman, "Nalimutan ko pare".. at ung dalawa pag.. dedma.. &lt;br /&gt;Oo mga kapatid.. mahal namin si Karol :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga hindi nakakaalam &lt;br /&gt;April 2, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/john_paul_ii/"&gt;Holy Father John Paul II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-114474390254899974?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114474390254899974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=114474390254899974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114474390254899974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114474390254899974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/remember-karol.html' title='Remember Karol?'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-114472575669945469</id><published>2006-04-11T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T11:22:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana Santa</title><content type='html'>ahhh.. Holy week nanaman.. &lt;br /&gt;sa mga tulad kong lumaki sa Marikina, San Roue, at mapagmasid sa paligid.. and simoy ng Holy Week ay maaamoy mo na literally.. naks at may english pa ha.. kung ang simoy ng pasko ay mararamdaman mo at maaamoy sa hangin.. e di lalo na ang semana santa.. ito ang matagal na katanungan namin noon pa.. ksama ang mga kaibigan ko .. sina Ron, Mark at Rommel.. un ay ang amoy ng OLA .. hehehe yep tama kayo ang amoy sa OLA kapag ganitong Holy Week na.. palibhasa simula bata ay andoon nakami.. sila ay mga sakristan at akoy pabalik balik lang at pabisi bisita lang sa OLA.  Di maipaliwanag kumbakit ang mga puno sa paligid ng OLA ay laging namumulaklak at naglalagas ang mga ito sa panahon ng Semana Santa.. kung papansinin mo talaga at oobserbahan.. walang sablay ito.. parang may sarili silang kalendaryo .. at sa panahon ng Holy Week sila naglalabas ng kakaibang bango..Alam ninyo ba na kung makakalimot ka at naamoy mo ang mga bulaklak .. iisipin mo na lang.. ay oo nga pala.. malapit na Holy Week.. Tara! Subukan mong pumunta sa amin ngayon.. ipapakita ko sa inyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Prusisyon&lt;br /&gt;Noong bata ako ito ang pinakaiintay ko.. una makakalabas ako ng gabi hehehe.. at mapapanood ko ang nag gagandahang mga rebulto ng mga santo, hudyo at mga anghel.  Andaming tao.  talagang dinadayo ang parokya namin dahil sa prusisyon.  Nakita ko na rin kung paano madagdagan, mabawasan, at mahati hati ang prusisyon.. pathetic ika nga.. ngunit ayaw ko ng makisawsaw sa ganyang mga usapan.. ito lang ang masasabi ko .. PU^&amp; *NA &lt;br /&gt;Anjan ung bibilangin ko ang mga Apostoles.. nagtataka ako bakit dose pa rin sila.. di ba nagbigti na si Hudas?  Paglaon naunawaan ko na din na sinama lang ang isang disipulo kaya naging dose ulit, proxy kumbaga hehehe.  Naaalala ko na kapag dadaan na ang Kristong may dalang Krus, Nazareno yata un, ay may mejo tatago ako ng konti.. dahil natatakot ako dito hehehe.  Ngayon ang inaabangan ko ay ang pagdaan ni St. Mark.  Syempre sa mga tita ko un.. kaya inaabangan ko.Uy panoodin ninyo ha.. remember.. St. Mark hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko maalala kung anong edad na ako nagsimulang sumama noon sa prusisyon.  Parang right of passage.. hehe tama ba ung term ko?  Doon pa kami kay San Pedro sumasama.. .sa kadahilanang siya ang laging nauuna sa prusisyon.  So pag nasa simabahan na, makakapanood ulit kami.  Ang hinding hindi ko malilimutan.. ang time na nakasunog ako ng buhok hehehe.. dahil sa pakikipag kwentuhan sa mga kasama.. hindi ko namalayan na natigil na pala ang paglalakad.. tuloy tuloy ako .. nagulat kami kasi amoy kambing na niluluto.. un pala buhok na ng nasa harap ko .. alangya..dali dali kong pinagpag ung buhok.. kasi hindi rin niya namamalayan..yaiks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penitensya&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang tawag namin sa mga naglilibot na mga grupo na naka costume at may mga konting dramang ginagawa.. ang pagsasadula ng pagbuhat ng krus ni Kristo.  heheh marinig ko lang ung tambol nila.. TUG! TUG! TUGUDUG! TUGTUG! ayaaann naaaaaaaa..parang kasabay ng tibok ng puso ko sa pagtunog ng tambol.. tapos may sisigaw na bata.. ayan na si BARABAS!!! aba lintek.. takbuhan na!!!  Meron din noong nagpalabas sa Patio.. ung pagpapako sa Krus.  Ksama ko si papa noon, ang inet.. pero andoon pa rin kami .. nanonood at kumukuha siya ng mga litrato..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daan ng Krus&lt;br /&gt;Gigisingin ako ni mama.. hoy bangon na..syempre ligo na ako at bihis.. pero bata pa ako noon.. kung ngayon un.. tutulugan ko lang siya hehehe.. pero hindi ako napipilitan noon.. gustung gusto ko sumama sa pag dadaan ng krus niya.. gusto kong lumabas, amuyin ang amoy ng OLA at pumasok sa simbahan.  Alam ninyo gagawin ko dun? pupuntahan ung mga karosa at mga santong doon ipinaparada kapag Holy Week.  Palibhasa kasama sila sa prusisyon ng Semana Santa kaya doon na lang sila inilalagi.  baki tnga ba natigil ung ganun? wala na tuloy mapaglaruan na karosa ang mga bata ngayon.. maswerte pala ako  noon.. hehehe.. alam ninyo kasi kapag bata ka at nakikita mo lang ang mga karosang hinahatak at tinutulak ng mga nakakatanda.. naiinggit ka.. gusto mo manlang mahawakan un at magimagine na ikaw ang may tangan nito.  So un ang ginagawa ng bawat batqng madadaan sa simbahan noong mga panahon yaon.  So akala mo tungkol sa daan ng Krus ito ha.. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong nagttrabaho na ako .. magmamadali akong umuwi mamaya.. dahil maraming activities sa amiin kapag holy Week.. may Daan ng Krus ng Parokya mamaya.. punta ako kina Lola Aning.. kasi may estasyon doon.. kita kita na lang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-114472575669945469?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114472575669945469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=114472575669945469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114472575669945469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114472575669945469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/semana-santa.html' title='Semana Santa'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25769509.post-114465149792056975</id><published>2006-04-10T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:36:36.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready</title><content type='html'>ahhmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un lang... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang aking sariling blog.. sa wasak nakagawa din ako .. sana nga lang ay wag akong tamarin.. marami akong nais iblog? parang ang ang pangit ng tawag hehehe IBLOG hehehe ulit.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjan ang paglalaro ko ng badminton, ang pakikipaghuntahan at inuman, ang mga biglang sumusulpot sa utak ko na para akong timang hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marmaing salamat sa mga nagbabasa.. alam kong wala itong kwenta :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25769509-114465149792056975?l=binggoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114465149792056975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25769509&amp;postID=114465149792056975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114465149792056975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25769509/posts/default/114465149792056975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binggoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/get-ready.html' title='Get ready'/><author><name>Binggoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289524021835027899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vAQ31XE-V0o/SbD6MeGKWKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3XzSzPWhkMo/S220/IMG_3169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
