<?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-6917165009716332487</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:16:04.777-07:00</updated><category term='Seippups'/><category term='Tourist Destination'/><category term='Brydon Borja Lungay'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='Football Guard'/><category term='Roro Music'/><category term='Confused'/><category term='Kainget Kayak'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Blood Brothers'/><category term='AntiPinoy'/><category term='Call To All Nations'/><category term='UB'/><category term='Story'/><category term='J Roel Lungay'/><category term='Bohol'/><category term='Caingget'/><category term='ReverbNation'/><category term='Bwais'/><category term='Sports Fact'/><category term='Tagbilaran'/><category term='Puppies'/><category term='Wowowee'/><category term='Boholanos'/><category term='MikeJazz'/><category term='Miguel Bartolata Jr'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Painting'/><category term='Watta Lyf'/><category term='Mascarinas'/><category term='Artworks'/><category term='Dazed'/><category term='Soundclick'/><category term='Fro&apos;s Music'/><category term='Horoscope 2010'/><category term='Why Philippines'/><category term='Bol-anon'/><category term='Maria Clara'/><category term='Toyem'/><category term='Bolanon'/><category term='Hermogena Borja Lungay'/><category term='Laughs'/><category term='guel Bartolata Jr'/><category term='Rey Tirol'/><category term='FFD'/><category term='DrBrydz'/><category term='Favorite Quotation'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Kayak Building'/><category term='C5 Babes'/><title type='text'>Lagkaw Bol-anon</title><subtitle type='html'>Brydon Borja Lungay + Anything Goes In My Domain + Live Free</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-478505098328863732</id><published>2010-08-23T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T05:36:30.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kainget Kayak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagbilaran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caingget'/><title type='text'>Caingget Sailing Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeuVwCFwM3A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeuVwCFwM3A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There Is More" by Jimmy Cempron &lt;br /&gt;Written by Brydon Borja Lungay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVVF8yJPEd8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVVF8yJPEd8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caingget Sunset" Romeo Mascariñas&lt;br /&gt;Written by J. Roel Lungay and Romeo Mascariñas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pFXo4XXuyg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pFXo4XXuyg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caingget Sunset" Romeo Mascariñas&lt;br /&gt;Written by J. Roel Lungay and Romeo Mascariñas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXTmMvXnpQ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXTmMvXnpQ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sailboat" by Steve Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Written by J. Roel Lungay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxIo5ZzoBes?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxIo5ZzoBes?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reminiscing" by Steve Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Written by J. Roel Lungay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-478505098328863732?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/478505098328863732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/08/caingget-sailing-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/478505098328863732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/478505098328863732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/08/caingget-sailing-videos.html' title='Caingget Sailing Videos'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-5325139311141561004</id><published>2010-05-28T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:01:25.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mascarinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J Roel Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Call To All Nations'/><title type='text'>Please Vote For CALL TO ALL NATIONS</title><content type='html'>TO ALL FRIENDS OF RORO MUSIC, JUST TO LET YOU KNOW THAT WE'VE SUBMITTED ONE OF OUR SONGS IN MYSPACE'S &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOYOTA'S ROCK THE SPACE II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AND IT HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SUPPORT OUR ENTRY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"CALL TO ALL NATIONS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BY PLAYING THIS SONG AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE IN YOUR SPARE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORE IT IS PLAYED OVER THE MORE POINTS IT CAN ACCUMULATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE; PLEASE CLICK THE PLAY BUTTON BELOW OR GO TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/seedpage?sproutId=uQBzpxpZMhcsrWLX&amp;autoplay=true"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALL TO ALL NATIONS - MYSPACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="350" height="460"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="align" value="middle"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/uQBzpxpZMhcsrWLX.swf"/&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/uQBzpxpZMhcsrWLX.swf" width="350" height="460" wmode="transparent" align="middle" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-5325139311141561004?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/5325139311141561004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/05/please-vote-for-call-to-all-nations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/5325139311141561004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/5325139311141561004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/05/please-vote-for-call-to-all-nations.html' title='Please Vote For CALL TO ALL NATIONS'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-772182034827755679</id><published>2010-05-10T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:26:44.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Quotation'/><title type='text'>Favorite Quotation</title><content type='html'>I must have dreamed a thousand dreams&lt;br /&gt;Been haunted by a million screams&lt;br /&gt;But I can hear the marching feet&lt;br /&gt;They're moving into the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, did you read the news today?&lt;br /&gt;They say the danger has gone away&lt;br /&gt;But I can see the fire's still alight&lt;br /&gt;They're burning into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too many men, too many people&lt;br /&gt;Making too many problems&lt;br /&gt;And there's not much love to go around&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see this is a land of confusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And these are the hands we're given&lt;br /&gt;Use them and let's start trying&lt;br /&gt;To make it a place worth living in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, superman, where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;When everything's gone wrong somehow?&lt;br /&gt;The men... of steel, these men of power&lt;br /&gt;Are losing control by the hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time, this is the place&lt;br /&gt;So we look for the future&lt;br /&gt;But there's not much love to go around&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why this is a land of confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And these are the hands we're given&lt;br /&gt;Use them and let's start trying&lt;br /&gt;To make it a place worth living in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember long ago&lt;br /&gt;When the sun was shining&lt;br /&gt;And all the stars were bright all through the night&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of this madness, as I held you tight&lt;br /&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be coming home tonight&lt;br /&gt;My generation will put it right&lt;br /&gt;We're not just making promises&lt;br /&gt;That we know we'll never keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too many men, too many people&lt;br /&gt;Making too many problems&lt;br /&gt;And there's not much love to go round&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see this is a land of confusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And these are the hands we're given&lt;br /&gt;Use them and let's start trying&lt;br /&gt;To make it a place worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And these are the names we're given&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and let's start showing&lt;br /&gt;Just where our lives are going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Before you swim you have to be okay to sink."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There's a war going on for your mind. Just remember. No matter how good she looks someone somewhere is tired of her shit."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:200px; border:solid #999999 1px; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_ExtBG200.png')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.soundclick.com/michaelleethomas'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:width:200px; height:70px; cursor:pointer; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_200.png');"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="lower"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="60" width="200" data="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="playType=single&amp;songid=8418875&amp;scid=8418875&amp;q=hi&amp;ext=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="salign" value="b" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+          +          +&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-772182034827755679?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/772182034827755679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/05/favoritequotation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/772182034827755679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/772182034827755679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/05/favoritequotation.html' title='Favorite Quotation'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-3670588692922909499</id><published>2010-05-04T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:48:46.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football Guard'/><title type='text'>A Little Known Sports Fact</title><content type='html'>The first testicular guard (Cup) was used in football in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1934&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-Bc6m4Zq_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SvomJgt_Gv8/s1600/Football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-Bc6m4Zq_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SvomJgt_Gv8/s400/Football.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467472109567060978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 60 years for men to realize that the brain is also important!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-Bd6PReUQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y4tn-v8CXHU/s1600/Smilie_Grin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-Bd6PReUQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y4tn-v8CXHU/s400/Smilie_Grin.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467473202741399810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-3670588692922909499?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/3670588692922909499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/05/sportsfact.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/3670588692922909499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/3670588692922909499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/05/sportsfact.html' title='A Little Known Sports Fact'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-Bc6m4Zq_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SvomJgt_Gv8/s72-c/Football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-6996116772240785484</id><published>2010-05-04T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:35:30.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C5 Babes'/><title type='text'>What A Wonderful World... C5 Babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-BZbUL7kiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9RN-aOllb6I/s1600/C5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-BZbUL7kiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9RN-aOllb6I/s400/C5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467468273437872674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the C-5 was turning over its engines, a female crewman gave the G..I.s on board the usual information regarding seat belts, emergency exits, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she said, "Now sit back and enjoy your trip while your captain, Judith Campbell, and crew take you safely to Afghanistan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old MSgt. sitting in the eighth row thought to himself, &lt;br /&gt;"Did I hear her right? Is the captain a woman?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the attendant came by he said, "Did I understand you right? Is the captain a woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"  said the attendant, "In fact, this entire crew is female."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-BZ6vlCd2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XNoNiKhsRnk/s1600/C5+Crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-BZ6vlCd2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XNoNiKhsRnk/s400/C5+Crew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467468813366884194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God," he said, "I wish I had two double scotch and sodas. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think with only women up there in the cockpit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's another thing, Sergeant," said the crew member, &lt;br /&gt;"We No Longer Call It The Cockpit" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's The Box Office!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of s***.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-6996116772240785484?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6996116772240785484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/05/c5babes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6996116772240785484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6996116772240785484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/05/c5babes.html' title='What A Wonderful World... C5 Babes'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S-BZbUL7kiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9RN-aOllb6I/s72-c/C5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-2799429605151721032</id><published>2010-04-28T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:28:09.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Clara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UB'/><title type='text'>Families Friends &amp; Dogs... &amp; Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S9i3TkwVgnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DjtouW-S6Gg/s1600/Dogs+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S9i3TkwVgnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DjtouW-S6Gg/s400/Dogs+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465319694725907058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S9i3JWlgdVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xs17sx8P9v4/s1600/Dogs+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S9i3JWlgdVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Xs17sx8P9v4/s400/Dogs+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465319519123699026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEME: ROAD TO NOWHERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words by J. Roel Lungay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by Romeo C. Mascariñas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FOUR SCORE AND MANY YEARS AGO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/occNTMfGTtU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/occNTMfGTtU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILES, FRIENDS AND DOGS (FFD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fMikmAdRkA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fMikmAdRkA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUPPIES - SEIPPUPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FOUR SCORE AND MANY YEARS AGO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Grandpas and Papas were once "binatilyos" (young guns) whose world was uniquely their own. Then a bunch of happy and carefree spirited young individuals who once roamed and ruled the streets of Maria Clara and beyond - a kingdom not their own but a playground where knights and dukes once trolled in search of the King's princess and bahalinas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FOR SCORE AND MANY YEARS AGO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back where we left off... as time stood still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families, friends - puppies and dogs included - have taken off in perpetuity. Now, we're not alone anymore - we never were - but bloodlines interchanged and crossed directions along the way. We've got families - wife and kids, and grands for some - proudly we say. Ours are simply stories to tell - or reminisce at most - music and foods to share, photos of both old and new. Time might have stood still... but it did pass away. The journey that was once ours... are now our children's to continue or talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8I6r14fWx00&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8I6r14fWx00&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToTf7SkQQCs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToTf7SkQQCs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:200px; border:solid #999999 1px; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_ExtBG200.png')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.soundclick.com/RomeoRomeo'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:width:200px; height:70px; cursor:pointer; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_200.png');"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="lower"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="60" width="200" data="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="playType=single&amp;songid=7339729&amp;scid=7339729&amp;q=hi&amp;ext=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="salign" value="b" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-2799429605151721032?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/2799429605151721032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/familes-friends-and-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/2799429605151721032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/2799429605151721032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/familes-friends-and-dogs.html' title='Families Friends &amp; Dogs... &amp; Puppies'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S9i3TkwVgnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DjtouW-S6Gg/s72-c/Dogs+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-6248319135937387796</id><published>2010-04-24T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:27:38.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kayak Building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brydon Borja Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rey Tirol'/><title type='text'>KKK - Kaingget Kayak Korporation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR ALL YOUR KAYAKING NEEDS, VISIT K. K. K. - KAINGGET KAYAK KORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direction&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Caingget Road (Say "Bunker")&lt;br /&gt;Booy, Tagbilaran City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proprietors&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Rey "Dr Yer" Tirol, Manager&lt;br /&gt;Brydon "Dr Brydz" Lungay, Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToTf7SkQQCs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ToTf7SkQQCs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-6248319135937387796?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6248319135937387796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/kayakbohol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6248319135937387796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6248319135937387796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/kayakbohol.html' title='KKK - Kaingget Kayak Korporation'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-3599689112823773198</id><published>2010-04-13T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:36:46.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscope 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brydon Borja Lungay'/><title type='text'>Horoscope 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how true Horoscopes are but somebody claims this 2010 is the closest as it gets...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARIES - The Aggressive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. . Not one to mess with. Funny.. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, and family is very important to an aries. Aries are known for being generous and giving. Addictive. Loud. Always has the need to be 'Right'. Aries will argue to prove their point for hours and hours. Aries are some of the most wonderful people in the world... 16 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAURUS - The Tramp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight. Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it. They love to sleep and can be lazy. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth! 15 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEMINI - The Twin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners. Very Good at confusing people... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Geminis will not take any crap from anyone. Geminis like to tell people what they should do and get offended easily. They are great at losing things and are forgetful. Geminis can be very sarcastic and childish at times and are very nosey. Trustworthy. Always happy. VERY Loud. Talkative. Outgoing. VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE. 9 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANCER - The Beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. A Cancer's Love is one of a kind.. Very romantic.. Most caring person you will ever meet in your life. Entirely creative Person, most are artists and insane, respectfully speaking. They perfected sex and do it often. Extremely random. An Ultimate Freak. Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party. Most Cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will remain forever.. Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare. Spontaneous. Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to! 12 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEO - The Lion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Usually happy but when unhappy tend to be grouchy and childish. A Leo's problem becomes everyone's problem. Most Leos are very predictable and tend to be monotonous. Knows how to have fun.. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Very predictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found. 7 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRGO - The One that Waits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the last word.. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. A pushover. Loves to gamble and take chances. Needs to have the last say in everything.. They think they know everything and usually do. Respectful to others but you will quickly lose their respect if you do something untrustworthy towards them and never regain respect. They do not forgive and never forget. The one and only. 7 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - The Lame One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Their love is one of a kind. Silly, funny and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However, not the kind of person you want to mess with...you might end up crying. Libras can cause as much havoc as they can prevent. Faithful friends to the end. Can hold a grudge for years. Libras are someone you want on your side. Usually great at sports and are extreme sports fanatics. Very creative. A hopeless romantic. 9 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCORPIO - The Addict&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY adorable. Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Will try almost anything once. Loves to be pampered. Energetic. Predictable. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want.. Attractive. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Loves to party but at times to the extreme. Loves the smell and feel of money and is good at making it but just as good at spending it! Very protective over loved ones. HARD workers. Can be a good friend but if is disrespected by a friend, the friendship will end. Romantic. Caring.. 4 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found.. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. A loner most of the time. Loses patience easily and will not take crap. If in a bad mood stay FAR away. Gets offended easily and remembers the offense forever.. Loves deeply but at times will not show it, feels it is a sign of weakness. Has many fears but will not show it. VERY private person. Defends loved ones with all their abilities. Can be childish often. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in bed..!!! Not the kind of person you want to mess with- you might end up crying.. 4 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Grouchy at times and annoying to some. Lazy and love to take it easy. But when they find a job or something they like to do they put their all into it. Proud, understanding and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to win against other signs especially Gemini's in sports. Likes to cook but would rather go out to eat at good restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart. 24 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS - Does It In The Water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind, loves being in long-term relationships. Can be clumsy at times but tries hard. Will take on any project. Proud of themselves in whatever they do. Messy and unorganized. Procrastinators. Great lovers, when they're not sleeping. Extreme thinkers. Loves their pets usually more than their family. Can be VERY irritating to others when they try to explain or tell a story. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter but will Knock your lights out.. 2 years of bad luck if you do not forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISCES - The Partner for Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Likes to be the center of attention. Very organized. High appeal to opposite sex. Likes to have the last word. Good to find, but hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers. Fun to be around. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily. VERY caring. They always try to do the right thing and sometimes gets the short end of the stick. They sometimes get used by others and get hurt because of their trusting. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good sense of humor!!! Thoughtful. Loves to joke.. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but needs to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be. 5 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-3 people= 1 minute of luck&lt;br /&gt;4-7 people= 1 hour of luck&lt;br /&gt;8-12 people = 1 day of luck&lt;br /&gt;13-17 people = 1 week of luck&lt;br /&gt;18-22 people = 1 month of luck&lt;br /&gt;23-27 people = 3 months of luck&lt;br /&gt;28- 32 people = 7 months of luck&lt;br /&gt;33-37 people = 1 year of luck&lt;br /&gt;38 and more = a very lucky life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-3599689112823773198?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/3599689112823773198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/horoscope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/3599689112823773198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/3599689112823773198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope 2010'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-6883569653705357002</id><published>2010-04-12T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:59:22.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Philippines'/><title type='text'>Y Da Philippines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It maybe just for laughs... but I consider many here as the reason(s) why I chose to stay in the Philippines. Of course, a friend sent this to me over the internet. Meaning, it's only a forwarded item. Please feel free to choose what suits your imagination... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Philippines is the only place on earth where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every street has a basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;2. Even doctors, lawyers and engineers are unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Doctors study to become nurses for employment abroad.&lt;br /&gt;4. Students pay more money than they will earn afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;5. School is considered the second home and the mall considered the third.&lt;br /&gt;6. Call-center employees earn more money than teachers and nurses.&lt;br /&gt;7. Everyone has his personal ghost story and superstition.&lt;br /&gt;8. Mountains like Makiling and Banahaw are considered holy places.&lt;br /&gt;9. Everything can be forged!&lt;br /&gt;10. Almost all kinds of animals are edible.&lt;br /&gt;11. Starbucks coffee is more expensive than gas.&lt;br /&gt;12. Driving 4 kms can take as much as four hours.&lt;br /&gt;13. Fly-overs bring you from the freeway to the side streets.&lt;br /&gt;14. Crossing the street involves running for your dear life!&lt;br /&gt;15. The personal computer is mainly used for games and Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;16.. Where colonial mentality is dishonestly denied!&lt;br /&gt;17. Where 4 AM is not even considered bedtime yet.&lt;br /&gt;18. People can pay to defy the law.&lt;br /&gt;19. Everything and everyone is spoofed..&lt;br /&gt;20. Where even the poverty-stricken get to wear Ralph Lauren and Tommy Hilfiger(fake)!&lt;br /&gt;21. The honking of car horns is a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;22. Being called a bum is never offensive.&lt;br /&gt;23. Floodwaters take up more than 90 percent of the streets during the rainy season.&lt;br /&gt;24. Where everyone has a relative abroad who keeps them alive.&lt;br /&gt;25. Where wearing your national colors make you baduy.&lt;br /&gt;26. Where even the poverty-stricken have the latest cell phones.(GSM - Galing Sa Magnanakaw)&lt;br /&gt;27. Where insurance does not work.&lt;br /&gt;28. Where water can only be classified as tap and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;29. Clean water is for sale (P30/gallon) .&lt;br /&gt;30. Where the government makes the people pray for miracles (Amen to that!).&lt;br /&gt;31. Where University of the Philippines is where all the weird people go.&lt;br /&gt;32. Ateneo is where all the nerds go.&lt;br /&gt;33. La Salle is where all the Chinese go.&lt;br /&gt;35. University of Asia and the Pacific is where all the irrelevantly rich people go.&lt;br /&gt;36. Fast food is a diet meal.&lt;br /&gt;37. Traffic signs are merely suggestions, not regulations.&lt;br /&gt;38. Where being mugged is normal and it happens to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;39. Rodents are normal house pets.&lt;br /&gt;40. The definition of traffic is the 'non-movement' of vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;41. Where the fighter planes of the 1940s are used for military engagements and;&lt;br /&gt;42. The new fighter planes are displayed in museums.&lt;br /&gt;43. Where cigarettes and alcohol are a necessity, and where the lottery is a commodity.&lt;br /&gt;44. Where soap operas tell the realities of life and where the news provides the drama.&lt;br /&gt;45. Where actors make the rules and where politicians provide the entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;46. People can get away with stealing trillions of pesos but not a thousand..&lt;br /&gt;47. Where being an hour late is still considered punctual (Grabe talaga 'to!).&lt;br /&gt;48. Where the squatters have more to complain (even if they do not pay their tax) - than those employed and have their tax automatically deducted from their salaries.&lt;br /&gt;49. And where everyone wants to leave the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILIPINO SIGNS OF WIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The sign in a flower shop in Diliman called Petal Attraction.&lt;br /&gt;2. Anita Bakery.&lt;br /&gt;3. A 24-hour restaurant called Doris Day &amp;amp; Night&lt;br /&gt;4. Barber shop called Felix the Cut;&lt;br /&gt;5. A bakery named Bread Pitt&lt;br /&gt;6. Fast-food place selling 'maruya' (banana fritters) called Maruya Carey.&lt;br /&gt;7. Then, there was Christopher Plumbing.&lt;br /&gt;8. A boutique called The Way We Wear.&lt;br /&gt;10. A restaurant in Cainta district of Rizal called Caintacky Fried Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;11. A local burger restaurant called Mang Donald's.&lt;br /&gt;12. A doughnut shop called MacDonuts.&lt;br /&gt;13. A shop selling 'lumpia' (egg roll) in Makati called Wrap and Roll.&lt;br /&gt;14. And two butcher shops called Meating Place and Meatropolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart travelers can decipher what may look like baffling signs to unaccustomed foreigners by simply sounding out the 'Taglish' (The Philippine version of English words spelled and pronounced with a heavy Filipino accent) such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. At a restaurant menu in Cebu:"We hab sopdrink in can an in batol" [translation: We have soft drinks in can and in bottle].&lt;br /&gt;16. Then, there is a sewing accessories shop called "Bids And Pises" - [translation: Beads and Pieces--or-- Bits and Pieces]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also many signs with either badly chosen or misspelled words but they are usually so entertaining that it would be a mistake to 'correct' them like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. In a restaurant in Baguio City, the 'summer capital' of the Philippines: "Wanted: Boy Waitress"&lt;br /&gt;18. On a highway in Pampanga: "We Make Modern Antique Furniture"&lt;br /&gt;19. On the window of a photography shop in Cabanatuan: "We Shoot You While You Wait!"&lt;br /&gt;20. And on the glass front of a cafe in Panay Avenue in Manila: "Wanted: Waiter, Cashier, Washier".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the notices can even give a wrong impression such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A shoe store in Pangasinan which has a sign saying: "We Sell Imported Robber Shoes" (these could be the 'sneakiest' sneakers);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. A rental property sign in Jaro reads: "House For Rent, Fully Furnaced" (it must really be hot inside)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Occasionally, one could come across signs that are truly unique - if not altogether odd. A city in southern Philippines which said: "Adults: 1 peso; Child: 50 centavos; Cadavers: fare subject to negotiation" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. European tourists may also be intrigued to discover two competing shops selling hopia (a Chinese pastry) called Holland Hopia and Poland Hopia - which are owned and operated by two local Chinese entrepreneurs, Mr. Ho and Mr. Po respectively - (believe it or not)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Some folks also 'creatively' redesign English to be more efficient. The creative confusion between language and culture leads to more than just simple unintentional errors in syntax, but in the adoption of new words, says reader Robert Goodfellow who came across a sign... "House Fersallarend" (house for sale or rent). Why use five words when two will do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. According to Manila businessman, Tonyboy Ongsiako, there is so much wit in the Philippines because we are a country where a good sense of humor is needed to survive. We have a 24-hour comedy show here called the government and a huge reserve of comedians made up mostly of politicians and bad actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask you...where else in the world would one want to live?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-6883569653705357002?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6883569653705357002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/onlyindaphilippines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6883569653705357002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6883569653705357002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/onlyindaphilippines.html' title='Y Da Philippines?'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-2633595859363421219</id><published>2010-04-07T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:10:10.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wowowee'/><title type='text'>Q &amp; A Sa Wowowee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S71zD2XBkjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UgMg1hJR7qc/s1600/Wowowee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S71zD2XBkjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UgMg1hJR7qc/s400/Wowowee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457644833411797554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somebody sent me this over at the Internet and I just can't stop laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Q: "Ano sa Tagalog ang teeth?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A: "Utong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Q: "Kung ang light ay ilaw, ano naman ang lightning?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A: "Umiilaw!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Q: "Kung vegetarian ang tawag sa kumakain ng gulay, ano ang  tawag sa kumakain ng tao? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A: "Humanitarian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Q: "Sina Michael at Raphael ay mga..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A: "Ninja?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Q: "Ano ang karaniwang kasunod ng kidlat?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A: "Sunog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Q: "Magbigay ng sikat na Willie." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A: "Willie da pooh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Q: "Ang mga Hindu ay galing sa aling bansa?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A: "Hindunesia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Q: "Anong hayop si King Kong?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A: "Pagong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Q: "Magbigay ng mabahong pagkain." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A: "Tae!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Q: "Saang bansa matatagpuan ang mga Canadians?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Canadia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Q: "Kumpletuhin - Little Red..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Ribbon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Q: "Ano ang tinatanggal sa itlog bago ito kainin?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A: "Buhok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Q: "Magbigay ng pagkain na dumidikit sa ngipin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A: "Tinga!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Q: "Anong oras kadalasang pinapatay ang TV?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A: "Pag balita?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Q: "Ano ang tawag mo sa anak ng taong grasa?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A: "Baby oil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Q: "Saan karaniwang ginagawa ang mga sweets na ginagamit sa halu-halo?"       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A: "Sweetserland?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Q: "Sinong higanteng G ang tinalo ni David?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Godzilla?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Q: "Ano ang mas malaki, itlog ng ibon o sanggol ng tao?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Itlog ng tao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Q: "Anong S ang tawag sa duktor nag nago-opera?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Sadista?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Q: "Blank is the best policy...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Ice tea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Q: "Saan binaril si Jose Rizal?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Sa likod!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Q: "Fill in the blanks - Beauty is in the eye of the ____." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A: "Tiger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Q: "Ano ang kinakain ng monkey-eating eagle?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Saging!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Q: "Kung ang suka ay vinegar, ano naman ang Inggles ng toyo?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A: "Baliw!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Q: "Anong tawag mo sa kapatid ng nanay mo?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Kamag-anak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Q: "Saan nakukuha ang sakit na AIDS?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A: "Sa motel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Q: "Kung ang H2O ay water, ano naman ang CO2?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A: "Cold water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Q: "Sinong cartoon character ang sumisigaw ng yabba dabba doo?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Si scooby dooby doo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Q: "Heto na si kaka, bubuka-bukaka." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A: "Operadang bakla?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Q: "Ilan ang bituin sa American flag?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A: "Madami!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Q: "Ano ang tawag mo sa taong isa lang ang mata?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A: "Abnormal!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-2633595859363421219?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/2633595859363421219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/wowowee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/2633595859363421219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/2633595859363421219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/04/wowowee.html' title='Q &amp; A Sa Wowowee'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S71zD2XBkjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UgMg1hJR7qc/s72-c/Wowowee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-9194152338595513663</id><published>2010-03-16T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:51:06.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MikeJazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundclick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bol-anon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntiPinoy'/><title type='text'>Philippine History From The Street</title><content type='html'>Source: &lt;a href="http://antipinoy.com/the-malas-country/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anti Pinoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brief history of the  Philippines, told by a philosopher of the streets, is probably closest to the truth about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hispanic Colonial Philippines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S the big deal when Lapu-Lapu killed Magellan in 1521? Nothing much really. During Lapu-Lapu's time, Mactan was strictly tribal. Think small, gid. There were no big ideas such as nationalism or geopolitics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapu-Lapu was simply, the local siga-siga and Magellan was the culture-shocked Westerner, a native first-timer in the exotic east. We lionize Lapu-Lapu as a hero and nationalist. Ang totoo, mayabang lang si Lapu-Lapu. But this defeat of a foreign invader, did not make a Filipino nation. The timing was wrong. And don't you believe that bull that Spanish explorers came to find spices of the East to improve the taste of their bland cuisine. Their hidden agenda was to spread their kingdom through colonization, the euphemism for land grabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hispanic Colonial Philippines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 333 years of Spanish rule (1565-1898), hundreds of rebellions were waged by native firebrands in many parts of the archipelago. Not one succeeded. Our rebels were either caught, garotted, or simply ignored by the Commandante as nuisances. Puro malas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The execution of Rizal in 1896 was a traumatic experience for Filipinos. Those who read Rizal's Fili and Noli were incensed by the abuses of the church and state regime of the Spaniards. Emotions ran high, from Aparri to Jolo. The critical mass needed for nationhood was formed. At last we could rebel as a people, as anation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Katipunan did their battle heroics, originally led by the firebrand Bonifacio and later on by the crafty Aguinaldo. With more Katipunan charges (Sugod mga Kapatid), freedom seemed possible. Between 1897 and 1899, stealth, betrayal, and skullduggery bedeviled our prospect for independence. The Aguinaldo and Bonifacio factions engaged in an ugly infighting (the talangka mentality) resulting in the execution of Bonifacio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hispanic Colonial Philippines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, an American Admiral named Dewey entered Manila Bay and defeated a luckluster Spanish navy. Aguinaldo reneged on the pact of  Biak na bato. He resumed the revolution by proclaiming the Philippine Independence in Kawit. June 12. From whom? We are still under the Americans &amp; Spaniards at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, American and Spanish soldiers held a "moromoro" battle in Intramuros with the Spaniards surrendering. Aguinaldo's republic and his KKK patriots were left out and ignored. Naisahan tayo... Minalas na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Filipino-American War broke out. Tall American soldiers looking like Clark Gable chased and battled the outlawed Filipino revolutionaries, ending in thecapture of Aguinaldo in Isabela. Thanks to the mercenaries from Macabebe. This is the second time those Macabebe turn in their own kind first with theSpaniards. This was the mother of all kamalasan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, our population was 8 million. The gap between the rich and the poor was estimated at 30% middle-class and rich, 70% low-class and rural poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Commonwealth period (1901-1941), which followed, there were lots of learning on democratic principles, its structure and governance. Technology transfers were done on Constitutional Rights, Public Education, Transportation, Health, International Trade and Industrialization. The Americans turned out to be good tutors. Filipinos also went crazy over American brand products like Libby's corned beef and Portola sardines, Hershey's Kisses and Wrigley's chewing gum, Camel cigarettes and Model T Ford for the hacienderos of Pampanga and Iloilo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood films made Pinoy males fantasize on Jean Harlow, Betty Grable, and Mae West. Thus, Filipino colonial mentality began. We fondly called this period Peace Time. By the way, American troops massacred innocent people in Balangiga. Mga hayop din pala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese-Occupied Philippines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1941. Disaster! World War II! After attacking Pearl Harbor , the Japanese army invaded our country defeating the combined American and Filipino forces (USAFFE). General McArthur, the proud and handsome Army chief, fled to Australia at the height of the battle. Then the Filipinos march to Bataan as the prisoner in the Death March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For four miserable years we suffered the sadism of the Japanese militarists rule. Torture, famine, and death were for us, the order of the day.. Kawawa. Malas na malas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post Word War II Philippines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American forces returned in 1945 to liberate the country. McArthur, General superiority complex himself, sporting Ray Ban sunglassesd corncob pipe swaggered back to Manila . Piqued at his humiliation in 1941, McArthur ordered the bombing and shelling of  Manila till kingdom come. So he can get back at Japs for wrecking his R&amp;R place in Asia . Malas na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole-wide expanse South of  Pasig - from Post Office to Vito Cruz, including all of Intramuros - was pulverized. Manila was the most destroyed city of  World War II next to Tokyo . Our culture, our heritage, and historical assets (seven beautiful churches in Intramuros, hundreds of elegant Art Deco and neo-classical architecture in Paco) were sacrificed recklessly and completely erased from the face of the earth. Sayang na sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philippines Run Like Hell By the Filipino Oligarchs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1946, we gained our Independence from the Americans. We were a free nation at last! A true Independence day for us, July 4th 1946 not the June 12th that Aguinaldo declared and Marcos celebrated. We had enough exposure and lessons on how to govern a democratic country, the first in Asia . Our population was 17 million. The dollar exchange was US$1 to P2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was still no peace from 1947 to 1966. A widespread communist rebellion led by Taruc, the Lava brothers, and its armed guerillas called Hukbalahap (Supposed to be Hukbo ng Bayan Laban sa Hapon) wage bloody war with government troops and turn out to be nothing but bandits&lt;br /&gt;in disguise. Filipinos killed kapwa Filipinos. Malas na naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our politicians and bureaucrats learned to engage in graft and corruption (What are we in power for?) - such as the war surplus bribery, the Tambobong wheeler-dealing and the Namarco scam. Talo nanaman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six presidents were elected to manage the country from 1947 to 1972, under the democratic system. They were Presidents Roxas, Quirino, Magsaysay, Garcia, Macapagal, and Marcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economists looked back to the decades of the 50s and 60s as the best years of the Philippine economy, surpassing Asian countries. The nostalgia was naiveté, a useless ego-tripping. The gap between the rich and the poor remained big. 30% middle-class and rich, 70% low- class, rural and urban poor. We were 27 million people. US$1 was to P4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martial Law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the late 60's, the Maoist communists led by Commander Dante intensified its drive to overthrow the government.. Marcos added fuel to the fire by creating a communist spook. Violence and mayhem rule the streets. The youth went up in arms! Martial Law was declared in 1972 and Marcos became dictator. Freedomof assembly and expression went out of the window..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed were years of dictatorial abuse, crony capitalism, shackled free enterprise, near economic collapse and a demoralized middle class. The gap between the rich (30%) and poor (70%) remained in a quagmire. Pareho rin pala ang situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our population was 40 million. Exchange rate was US$1 to P7.. Kawawang kawawa! Malas na malas! In 1983, Ninoy Aquino, Marcos' exiled arch rival, was assassinated upon his return. Push came to shove. Cardinal Sin engaged on the people on to protest. Outrage, self- pity, shame and fury raged and rumbled like a tidal wave, culminating in the incredible People Power Revolution. The very sick and obstinate Marcos fled (hijacked by Americans from Clark) to Hawaii (sounds like Paoay) where he died. His alleged millions of stolen dollars intact and unresolved.. Up to now... Peso to dollar exchange is now US$1 to P20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDSA People Power and Incompetent Cory Aquino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But People Power was our shining glory! The whole world applauded our saintly courage, our dignified defiance, our bloodless solution to expel a dictator. We were the toast of all freedom-loving countries, the envy of all oppressed people. In 1986, we placed Cory Aquino, Ninoy's widow, in Malacañang. She was virtuous, sincere and full of good intentions for the country. But what happens under Cory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An endless brown out and living in a portable generators is a must and monopolized by Cory's relatives who threw out her Energy Department down the Pasig River . The land reform she professed and promised was going good at first, but after she found out her Hacienda Luisita will be greatly affected, that program went down the Pasig River too!. No wonder that river is so polluted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coup attempts by Honasan, power struggle, political squabbles, and the infighting for juicy deals harassed the amateur Cory presidency. So nothing happened. No progress took place. The economy was still bad. The poor suffered more and more. Sure we got democracy back on its feet. But the Filipino resolve didn't happen. People Power pala was "ningas cogon" power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang na sayang! Tha gap between the rich and the poor remained at 30% (middle-class and rich), 70% (lower-class and rural/urban poor). Exchange rate was US$1 to P25. We were 55 million people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FVR – A Brief Respite from Bad luck, till the Asian Bubble Hit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1992, Cory's choice, Fidel Ramos, West Pointer, soldier, and hero of the People Power won the presidency. He had the bearing, the single-mindedness and the vision to bring the country to a tiger economy status.. Ramos was a terrific salesman of the Philippines to the world. He was able to hype a climate of an economic ground. He removed barriers to progress. He was an apostle of privatization. His mantra was, less government, more private sector! Fidel hit the right note and the economy went on a roll. Fidel wanted to run for reelection but failed to swing the cha-cha (an idiotic acronym for Constitutional Change) so he could run again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1997, the Asian economic crises struck, triggered by a balloon burst of the hyper-speculative Bangkok economy. The financial debacle created a disastrous effects in the investment institutions of Manila, Jakarta , Kuala Lumpur , Hong Kong, Seoul , and Taiwan . All the Ramos gains evaporated into thin air. Malas na naman! The poor, specially Mang Pandoy, were poorer than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erap – Hell yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 was showbiz time! The Erap para sa mahirap show opened to the chagrin of Makati Business Club.. Pasensya na po kayo, mga elitists. Democracy is also weird. The choice of the masa must be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catastrophe! Chavit Singson exploded jueteng bombs! For days on end, a nation sick in the stomach, sat through primetime TV aghast at watching the bizarre drama of alleged bribery, gambling, drunkenness, womanizing, deceit, and corruption. A lantern-jawed witness and a sexy intelligence "asset" hogged the witness stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewing the scandals on TV was like watching dogs mating in the public square. It's embarrassing but you can't take your eyes of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impeachment trial serialized on TV was riveting. The defense lawyers, some wearing a canine sneer (ngiting aso) insulted our intelligence often. (Lokohin n'yo ang lelang n'yo). The whole country was stinking to high heavens.. The prosecution produced its own witnesses - Clarissa Ocampo, Emma Lim, Carmencita Itchon and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idols with feet of clay fell crashing into the dust. Those who voted against opening the enveloped were legalese, procedural, and sounding intellectually brilliant. Also heartless and thick-skinned. They couldn't fathom the heartbeat of the nation. Cardinal Sin, aging and sickly, called the people again.. It was People Power II!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same humongous and collective umbrage, same brinkmanship, and same staccato prayers! Generals Reyes and Villanueva simply joined the mammoth EDSA crowd. No US jets from Clark this time. Erap was out! Gloria was in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gloria, Garci, Guns, Goons, Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope springs eternal. Malacañang regained its honor and dignity. Protocol was observed. Absurdity was gone. Grammatical English was back. Now the first gentleman should have been named Mr. Pakyao, he has the monopoly of the graft behind Gloria's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001. More catastrophies! The peso plummeted to a horrifying US$1 to P51. The Abu Sayyaf (extremist ideologues? Or mindless barbarians) were into kidnapping and terrorism, gaining worldwide notoriety.. Businesses are still closing shop. Thousands of workers are being retrenched. Prices of food and gasoline are very high. (Galunggong is P80 per kilo!) Our streets became permanent garbage dumps. Maggots multiply to spread disease. Our communities stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the whole nation was witnessing sickening crimes attributed to people in the government. Talo na naman! We are now 75 million people but the gap between the rich, 30% (middle-class and rich), 70% (lower-class and rural/urban poor) remains the same for one century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this end? It's been more than 350 years since Lapu's- Lapu's victory, 100 years since Rizal martyrdom and we're nowhere as a people, as a nation. Malas pa rin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wise guy said the Filipino is a damaged culture. Bully! And what do you call other foreigners. They used slaves in their plantations, and landgrabbed from the natives! What should we call such culture? Predatory Culture? Bully Culture? What about another country? How many countries did it put under the barrel of its gunships, so they could gloat that the sun never sets on their empire?" What shall we call this culture? Sahib culture? Gunga Din culture? C'mon, give us a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damaged Culture or Plain Malas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Filipinos have strengths and endearing values. We are Christians, God-fearing, and peace-loving. We are patient and tolerant (matiisin to a fault). We are musical. We sing our blues away. We have a sense of humor. (We concoct and text Imelda hyperboles and Erap malapropism) . We learn fast because we are bilingual and highly educated.. We've got thousands of MBA's and PhD's in economics and management from AIM, WHARTON, HARVARD, UCLA, etc (most of them now overseas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a surplus of technocrats for nation-building. . We want to work if there are vacancies. We want to go into business if we have the capital. We want to obey the law if the law is being enforced.&lt;br /&gt;We want to live and die here, if there is peace and order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but, and but. We have many shortcomings. We are immature in our politics. Given a choice on whom to elect: a handsome pabling movie star or an honest and brilliant political scientist, we'll vote for the movie star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No brainer tayo dito. Talo! We have many stupidities. Like dogs, we pee (Bawal umihi dito) on walls and tires. Our driving is suicidal. Our service quality is inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerks at City Hall act arrogant. Sales ladies at department stores don't know their product features. No exchange No return even if it is defective, you have to argue for it. Tourists get mugged by thugs in uniform. Police lay traps so they can catch you and ask for bribe. What's wrong with us? We don't have a great leader. And good governance. (In Singapore , Lee Kwan Yu did it. The constituency profile is similar to Filipinos). Admittedly, this country is impossible, tiresome, and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the only country we've got. We live and die here.. Will we ever see the dawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dios na mahabagin, Kailan pa kaya? Ubos na ang aming luha. Katog na ang aming mga tuhod. Tuyot na ang aming utak. Hingal na ang aming puso.&lt;br /&gt;Dios na mahabagin, isalba Mo po kami. Hindi po kami talunan. At lalo pong hindi kami tanga. Sunod-sunod lang po ang malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Dati Kastila, Amerikano, Insik, Hapon at ngayon may Koreano pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahabagin Diyos, Nasaan Ka PINOY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:200px; border:solid #999999 1px; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_ExtBG200.png')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.soundclick.com/Mikejazz'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:width:200px; height:70px; cursor:pointer; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_200.png');"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="lower"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="60" width="200" data="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="playType=single&amp;songid=8632595&amp;scid=8632595&amp;q=hi&amp;ext=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="salign" value="b" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-9194152338595513663?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/9194152338595513663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/03/philippine-history-from-street.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/9194152338595513663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/9194152338595513663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/03/philippine-history-from-street.html' title='Philippine History From The Street'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-3777288970177933976</id><published>2010-03-14T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:27:07.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seippups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagbilaran'/><title type='text'>Puppies Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; call ourselves the Puppies. Or Seippups. Sort of my homeboyz. It started in 1976. Thirty something years now and still going strong. We were a group of kids - friends from everywhere - who decided to band together for reasons that's well beyond me now. Young kids - that's what we were I guess, kids looking for some identity, or trying to institutionalize and immortalize friendship that the Boholanos - or the Filipinos - are known for (if you haven't heard it before...  then now you know!). It was about a future that wasn't carved yet in stone, sort of a foundation - about something - we care about and try to establish but wasn't so clear yet at this early stage of our young lives. We thought it was all about "We came, we saw, we conquer" type of thing - we lived lives as if it was - we had lots of fun, carefree lifestyle and head-ache-causing and probably (?) lots of sleepless nights for our loving and concerned parents. Let me make it clear, we were no bad kids... but we pushed friendship and all that goes with it to the limit. As one of our homies wrote in a song to immortalize our young past, he said, "Our lives were full of hopes and dreams but we didn't really care. The clouds of "non-existence" by then had wrapped our minds and wills." (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://boholanocomposer.blogspot.com/2009/05/reminiscing.html"&gt;Reminiscing, 1995&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUPPIES 30 YEARS AFTER - REY T'S HOUSE BLESSING 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed977.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fae252%2Froromusic2009%2FPuppies%2520-%2520Seippups%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s977.photobucket.com/albums/ae252/roromusic2009/Puppies%20-%20Seippups/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm still waiting for more inspiration why don't you all finish looking at the slideshow and listen to a song written in 1995 about ourselves. Here's the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Words and music by J Roel Lungay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like only yesterday &lt;br /&gt;When I wrote my very first song, &lt;br /&gt;I still remember how I felt &lt;br /&gt;When I struck that very first chord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the melody &lt;br /&gt;That I still hold today, &lt;br /&gt;The words so full of memories &lt;br /&gt;Of how life used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've walked through life so slowly &lt;br /&gt;But we've wandered far and free. &lt;br /&gt;We were different and so crazy, &lt;br /&gt;No moments dull and gray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we used to sing &lt;br /&gt;And serenade the girls; &lt;br /&gt;We drowned ourselves in booze and beers &lt;br /&gt;Until the break of day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives were full of hopes and dreams &lt;br /&gt;But we didn't really care; &lt;br /&gt;The clouds of "non-existence" &lt;br /&gt;By then had wrapped our minds and wills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've walked through life so slowly &lt;br /&gt;But we've wandered far and free. &lt;br /&gt;We were different and so crazy, &lt;br /&gt;No moments dull and gray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled life so easy, &lt;br /&gt;We've wandered fancy-free, &lt;br /&gt;Outrageous and so silly, &lt;br /&gt;So different from today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:200px; border:solid #999999 1px; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_ExtBG200.png')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.soundclick.com/frosmusicrevisitedvolumes1and2'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:width:200px; height:70px; cursor:pointer; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_200.png');"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="lower"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="60" width="200" data="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="playType=single&amp;songid=4881805&amp;scid=4881805&amp;q=hi&amp;ext=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="salign" value="b" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-3777288970177933976?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/3777288970177933976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/03/puppies-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/3777288970177933976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/3777288970177933976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/03/puppies-forever.html' title='Puppies Forever'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-8361849189598534585</id><published>2010-03-05T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:13:00.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dazed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused'/><title type='text'>Dazed &amp; Confused</title><content type='html'>1.  Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Why does "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Why does "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Why do "tug" boats push their barges?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    when we are already there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why are they called " stands" when they are made for sitting?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Why is it called "after dark" when it really is "after light"?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Why are a "wise man" and a "wise guy" opposites?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Why do "overlook" and "oversee" mean opposite things?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Why is "phonics" not spelled the way it sounds?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Why is bra singular and panties plural? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    when you know the batteries are dead?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How come abbreviated is such a long word?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Why do they call it a TV set when you only have one?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Christmas - What other time of the year do you sit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    in front of a dead tree and eat candy out of your socks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-8361849189598534585?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/8361849189598534585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/03/confused.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/8361849189598534585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/8361849189598534585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/03/confused.html' title='Dazed &amp; Confused'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-3667067780620638407</id><published>2010-02-01T22:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:00:43.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roro Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ReverbNation'/><title type='text'>RORO MUSIC ON REVERBNATION</title><content type='html'>Promoting someone else's music is not a bad thing at all. It's good for the soul; it's good for the ego. It's about letting go... it's moving on. It's rock and roll!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S2fKRMbPu_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ng0sdL05UrA/s1600-h/Roro+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S2fKRMbPu_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ng0sdL05UrA/s400/Roro+2009+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433533872187882482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roro Music is Romeo C. Mascariñas and J. Roel Lungay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Roro Music?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roro Music is a combination of two musical minds both of whom are true Dagohoy-blooded Boholanos. It's a collaboration founded on years of friendship, common life experience and shared interest but whose current musical quest and aspiration go beyond the limits and boundaries of some home-grown and culturally-embraced influences of the present time (pop culture), in pursuit of something new and unfamiliar, yet very special (we're going country!), in the hope of breaking new grounds (for future performing artists), creating fresh perspectives (for budding songwriters) and laying new platforms for many ipodcasters (modern music lovers) to enjoy, celebrate and tread on in the many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is Roro Music?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something for you to find out... get to work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjUwOTI2ODkxODMmcHQ9MTI2NTA5MjY5NDU2NiZwPTI3MDgxJmQ9bWljcm9fbXVzaWNfcGxheWVyX2ZpcnN*X2dl/biZnPTEmbz*3Yzc3N2UyOTQxZGY*NTVhYmM2MGQxOGNhZWY4MGM*NSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/swf/31/widgetPlayerMicro.swf?emailPlaylist=artist_646740&amp;backgroundcolor=EEEEEE&amp;font_color=000000&amp;posted_by=artist_646740&amp;shuffle=&amp;autoPlay=false" height="125" width="160" wmode="transparent"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/trk/31/artist_646740/artist_646740/t.gif"/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" style="display: none" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please turn off the main player at the right hand column before playing this album package&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Where Am I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S2fK4sJRU6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/lEXH6VqxSpk/s1600-h/Funia_Roro+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S2fK4sJRU6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/lEXH6VqxSpk/s400/Funia_Roro+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433534550717322146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dr. Brydz with Roro Tandem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-3667067780620638407?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/3667067780620638407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/02/reverbnation_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/3667067780620638407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/3667067780620638407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/02/reverbnation_01.html' title='RORO MUSIC ON REVERBNATION'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/S2fKRMbPu_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ng0sdL05UrA/s72-c/Roro+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-6164162340044521406</id><published>2010-01-08T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:40:16.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brydon Borja Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boholanos'/><title type='text'>The Boholanos Rock!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 460px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=wWZxiSmG05n92uG7&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='345' width='460'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=wWZxiSmG05n92uG7&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=wWZxiSmG05n92uG7&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance (from French danser, perhaps from Frankish) is an art form that generally refers to movement of the body, usually rhythmic and to music,[1] used as a form of expression, social interaction or presented in a spiritual or performance setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance may also be regarded as a form of nonverbal communication between humans, and is also performed by other animals (bee dance, patterns of behaviour such as a mating dance). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance can be participatory, social or performed for an audience. It can also be ceremonial, competitive or erotic. Dance movements may be without significance in themselves, such as in ballet or European folk dance, or have a gestural vocabulary/symbolic system as in many Asian dances. Dance can embody or express ideas, emotions or tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing has evolved many styles. Breakdancing and Krumping are related to the hip hop culture. African dance is interpretive. Ballet, Ballroom, Waltz, and Tango are classical styles of dance while Square and the Electric Slide are forms of step dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Courtesy of Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[NOTE: MAKE SURE YOU TURN OFF THE MUSIC PLAYER FIRST BEFORE YOU TURN ON THESE VIDEOS. THANKS]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=ADrBWFchhlhGwe1Y&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=ADrBWFchhlhGwe1Y&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=ADrBWFchhlhGwe1Y&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=PGEZe9nLQvLHNLu8&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=PGEZe9nLQvLHNLu8&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=PGEZe9nLQvLHNLu8&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=O1m13oij69tnaYw8&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=O1m13oij69tnaYw8&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=O1m13oij69tnaYw8&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-6164162340044521406?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6164162340044521406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/01/chip-n-dale-boholano-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6164162340044521406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6164162340044521406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2010/01/chip-n-dale-boholano-version.html' title='The Boholanos Rock!!!'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-4768165010241626819</id><published>2009-09-05T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:06:31.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A Simple Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLD MY HAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short story with a beautiful message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let go of your hand. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the lighter spectrum...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Nun &amp; the Steelworkers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nun living in a convent next to a construction site noticed the coarse language of the workers and decided to spend some time with them to correct their ways. She decided she would take her lunch, sit with the workers and talk with them. She put her sandwich in a brown bag and walked over to the spot where the men were eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked up to the group and with a big smile asked, "Do you men know Jesus Christ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shook their heads and looked at each other. One of the workers looked up into the steelwork and yelled, "Anybody up there know Jesus Christ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the steelworkers asked why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worker yelled, "His wife is here with his lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TYPICAL BOL-ANON NIGHT STORY: AT PROJECT CABAWAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/euO0w29cSgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/euO0w29cSgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What God Looks Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, 'I'm drawing God.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher paused and said, 'But no one knows what God looks like.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, 'They will in a minute.' &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-4768165010241626819?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4768165010241626819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspirational.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/4768165010241626819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/4768165010241626819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspirational.html' title='A Simple Story'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-7680978772784143380</id><published>2009-08-29T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:17:07.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tourist Destination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagbilaran'/><title type='text'>Tagbilaran - A City That Never Sleeps (Revised)</title><content type='html'>Take it from me. Tagbilaran is truly a city that never sleeps contrary to some blogs that claim otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A city as buzzling as this locale Tagbilaran perhaps is more suited to be tagged as a 'compact city' in a province full of life and activities in general, but not a Sleepless-in-Seattle distinction of urbis plotted in some movies, nor a reputation NYC has had since time immemorial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightlife considered - but not highlighted - this proud city can claim a comparable accolade as a widely-stopped and extensively-explored destination, whose tourism effort is second-to-none (whether it's at par with international standard is of course another issue) relative to its neighboring islands or cities: eight flights a day to and from the capital city of Manila, a flotilla of fast and pre-modern crafts mooring at its dockside, an endless sight of the so-called pumpboats or outrigger canoes (and motorized ones, too) conveying island-hoppers from one to the other, the seemingly infinite cavalcade of tricyles (they're truly inventive!) that could give you the impression of them either as nuisances or works of art (or perhaps even the Christian church's way of spreading God's good news), the always-streamlined versions of the old thames and open-sided buses (which are long gone!) and sights of endless procession of people like those you find in truly mega-cities, that sometimes you're almost tempted to scream and shout, "what-in-the-world-has-happened-to-this-place!" An ultra-modern version of a pueblo transformed into a ciudad almost in overnight fashion! Heck! There's no such thing as quiet or people taking "siestas" anymore in this otherwise ghost town that it used to be. But what a super-lovable place this place is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, with just these facts I can already re-claim the idiosycratic reputation of Tagbilaran as a non-sleeping city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the locale population has long been influenced by the so-called "night wingers" (my personal definition of "bat" people), most of Tagbilaran's citizenry, I should say, are still a well-disciplined lot not too different from those who came from the provincial towns. They are mostly hard-day workingpeople who for the most part don't waste their time and pockets going around window-shopping and all (again it's an altogether different story for those born in the X and Millenia epoch). Or perhaps because of the country's economic woes, again, since time immemorial, the majority still avoid this luxurious habit of munching around what with this extensive lists of "tourists" food or cuisines you see everywhere, and yet most people could hardly afford to do so. Or perhaps it's their no-nonsense approach to life the fact that there are other pressing needs or financial obligations that are first and foremost on their list. It's true, while life is worth celebrating, the list of activities and celebrations are simply piecemeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second ergo, needless to say, is that most people still hit the bed quite earlier than what most young people tend to do on a nightly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the young generation of era X and the Millenia, hitting the flat bed anywhere between midnight and jogging time at 4 A.M., needless to say is a far and strange thought to behold. It's a "cultural slang" that never seemed to have crossed their innocent minds. Kuno. Or perhaps they maybe just acting like adults asking the young but with a weird inexplicable look in their eye as if they've never been young or teen-agers once. Or is it that playful and youthful look too ignorant to fathom what some lie-ing-parents pretend to claim to have not gone through when they were their age? But, needless to say, these strange and vulnerable lots do really exist among us, much like the multitude that seem to scatter way deep into the night in mega cities like Hongkong, Manila or Bangkok. The so-called children of the night. Literally. These strange lots, however, are not the people I'm talking about... that make a city not sleep or what-have-you. After all, these people, too, will eventually will succumbed to deep lethargy after you give them a few hours to find their way home. (LoL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagbilaran - a city that never sleeps is an altogether different story and conversation. It's state of mind, so I've heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for the next inspiration...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-7680978772784143380?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/7680978772784143380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/mytagbilaran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/7680978772784143380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/7680978772784143380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/mytagbilaran.html' title='Tagbilaran - A City That Never Sleeps (Revised)'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-6701098232777964159</id><published>2009-08-27T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:23:49.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watta Lyf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toyem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel Bartolata Jr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guel Bartolata Jr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bwais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolanon'/><title type='text'>Bloody Old Blogger... Bohol Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's one from an old bloody booger, ooops, I mean, blogger, who's a dear friend of mine and a good buddy at that, ToYeM 'd Terrible (".)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source link: &lt;a href="http://toyem.blog.friendster.com/2005/06/mao-ni-kinabuhi-boeis/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BWAIS, WATTA LYF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(June 27, 2005) - Mao ni kinabuhi BOEIS… hayahay! &lt;em&gt;(C'est la vie, bwais... la vie est belle!)&lt;/em&gt;  Here’s a glimpse of the old &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; and my experiences, both old and new. Life has been good and God so generous; I feel God has blessed me so abundantly and filled my life with enough stories to tell my loved ones, my children and hopefully, one day, my children’s children. My life’s story is for you to read about and reflect on, peek at (check out &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=0&amp;amp;uid=19816629"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ToYeM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and/or take a crack at with your imagination. On this page are few of those "blessed moments" I was opportuned to experience in some small and big ways! Hope you enjoy my BLOGster, kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6/15/07) - Ssssshhh… ayaw saba &lt;em&gt;(Hush, stay quiet and be still)... &lt;/em&gt; I’m still here. haven’t been around much but not gone for good… I’ve been backtracking my thoughts for quite some time now but the "ageless and evergree-nish" cobwebs of my thinking caps are quite absurd-ed by, that’s it, "age and greenish" clouds of forgetfulness and aging. Watta Lyf, bwais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was quite busy for an old brat like me with visits from longtime friends, Fr. Joseph Lim, a U.S.A.F. wing commander out of Texas AFB, who made a quick side trip home from almost a year tour of duty in Iraq before reporting to his next station, Germany! Msgr. Cesar Pagulayan, a.k.a., Derps, also took a few days respite from his parish responsibility in Pasig to join Joseph in Bohol. A reunion of sort for old buddies and friends from the good ol’ 80s in Manilandia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was… back to my old dreaded-job of driving people around town, making sure they are comfortable and having fun as we explore sights and places of old Bohol. We made Jagna our first stop - or first protocol - saying hello to an old buddy, enjoying a sumptuous lunch treat and a-long-enough break for a few pops of Philip Morris. Then off we went, hitting the almost-forgotten scenic road that led to the crisp and beautiful coastline of Anda, Bohol - reminiscent of the good old days of the early 90’s which the last time I visited the place with my old buddies, Fro and Sammy - 'til our last stop of the day, the vintage Poblacion of Anda with its unassuming plaza in front of the old Church building, adorned by sand-filled coastline that looks more like a beach than a plaza itself, or, a park preferred to be strolled by lovers basking under sunlit breeze more than fishermen unloading their catches of the day and for some out-of-school children to bring home some of what may be left as giveaways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited another "old gun" in the ministry where both my "tourists" (guests) spent few chuckles with and history-filled chit-chats 'til it was time again to hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6/25/07) - I’m back. Whew! How time flies! Derps is gone and is probably in the U.S. right now; Fr. Josef, my old buddy, left two weeks ago, this time, reporting to his new station in West Germany… It’s late in the evening, a la Eric Clapton pensive mood; nights are low and all alone, a la Styx reflection: a real conducive time to write about something. Both wife and kid are probably in "dream mode" and I’m jockeying thoughts I once heard from Jose Mari Chan’s "No Rewind, No Replay." Those words can really make you cry: "It’s 2 a.m., we’re lying in bed. Stillness all around, there’s not a sound except in my head." So much for that ultra-sentimental tear-jerker. Makes you realize how old you have become, and lots of introspective moments sometimes make me age. Huhuhu! But I’m no cry baby. You bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2007 is almost here. It was a long 2006, the last time I truly had fun with some old buddies of mine. "I shall return" were the last words I heard from them, one Douglas McArthur didn’t pen. Hehehe. I’m ecstatic. But waiting and anticipation are no fun either. The sundial doesn’t seem to tick as fast. Monsoon rains are on the horizon. Sea waters could be rough, during these times. Imagination doesn’t seem to pick up like it used to be, or when charged. Body’s aching (a la Alice Cooper this time) and "ageless frantics" are quite diminishing. Home and activities seem like a vicious cycle going nowhere. Summertime sun is making its presence felt. Pocket’s full of mumble (a la Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel, one last time) and hindsight is not an option. I guess I’ll just have to sit a little longer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(July 12, 2007) - I arrived in Cebu yesterday by way of Tubigon to meet an old friend today at the airport. I spent the night with family friends and reminisced some old time goodies. Just talks, long ones, and a few teasers. But this old machine has to park in prep for this big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old buddy arrived very much on the dot. No delays I was told. From the US via Hongkong, his favorite lay-over city. Without much ado we proceeded back to the house for some more stories and funfare. We ate a late lunch and rested the rest of the afternoon. But not really. He rested; I and my other friends did not. It was time to fly - Mactan style! You bet we did. The rest was, again, a blur (hahaha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-6701098232777964159?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6701098232777964159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/wattalyf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6701098232777964159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6701098232777964159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/wattalyf.html' title='Bloody Old Blogger... Bohol Story'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-5630526201019724189</id><published>2009-08-26T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:24:45.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brydon Borja Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood Brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolanon'/><title type='text'>BLOOD BROTHERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVvSUrHqlI/AAAAAAAAADg/vOt_9cQQHIA/s1600-h/Lokoy071806_Tabok001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVvSUrHqlI/AAAAAAAAADg/vOt_9cQQHIA/s200/Lokoy071806_Tabok001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374324090914450002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVvLvjp6TI/AAAAAAAAADY/7Q-gDpxEy7E/s1600-h/Raul071806_Tabok001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVvLvjp6TI/AAAAAAAAADY/7Q-gDpxEy7E/s200/Raul071806_Tabok001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374323977871812914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lokoy and Raul (left to right) respectively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVv1982maI/AAAAAAAAADo/0pqgJ6z8GqU/s1600-h/Brydon2006_Tabok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVv1982maI/AAAAAAAAADo/0pqgJ6z8GqU/s400/Brydon2006_Tabok.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374324703290104226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some say I'm the perfect second child... if at all (LoL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOOD BROTHERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a coinage people hear all the time these days - from the ghettos to movie titles (or maybe comic books) to a wandering and exploring mind like mine. The term seems to have a special ring in many of our psyches to finding its way to a reality that more or less gives an almost subtle description of what my life and relationships have turned into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I have this special fondness - or maybe something more - and friendship with my little brothers who really have become friends of mine more than anything else. It's so special one wonders how things turned out or came to be when you looked around families you hardly even see siblings go out of their way to make such relationship works, much less become more than what it is. I consider myself lucky, but also surprised, when I give it (relationship) some thought... how my life and many of my personal activities revolve so much around these so-called &lt;em&gt;BLOOD BROTHERS&lt;/em&gt;. Not family, but these once little ones, brothers of mine... who, even without any loud acknowledgment, are truly, truly, very special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpWIvpirF0I/AAAAAAAAADw/etOXY_Vf5ds/s1600-h/BW_LokoyLungay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpWIvpirF0I/AAAAAAAAADw/etOXY_Vf5ds/s200/BW_LokoyLungay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374352082523068226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpWJHROyvfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IEO3WlsvasA/s1600-h/BW_GeneLungay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpWJHROyvfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IEO3WlsvasA/s200/BW_GeneLungay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374352488314093042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpWJRlYfsEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LO03b5MvHIA/s1600-h/BW_HermesLungay001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpWJRlYfsEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LO03b5MvHIA/s200/BW_HermesLungay001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374352665522188354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpWJfAWNqJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Kc7gp9tAxOU/s1600-h/BW_BrydonLungay002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpWJfAWNqJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Kc7gp9tAxOU/s200/BW_BrydonLungay002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374352896098674834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 70's Photos (Courtesy of AMC MemorabiLibrary)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-5630526201019724189?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/5630526201019724189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloodbrothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/5630526201019724189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/5630526201019724189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloodbrothers.html' title='BLOOD BROTHERS'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVvSUrHqlI/AAAAAAAAADg/vOt_9cQQHIA/s72-c/Lokoy071806_Tabok001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-4063674348607188509</id><published>2009-08-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:12:45.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toyem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel Bartolata Jr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolanon'/><title type='text'>Summer Of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVb2oYsDWI/AAAAAAAAADA/p7VpizwaXUg/s1600-h/Toyem+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVb2oYsDWI/AAAAAAAAADA/p7VpizwaXUg/s400/Toyem+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374302724448587106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toyem with his batman cape readies to let the blues fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toyem.blog.friendster.com/2006/09/summer-of-06/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KALUPARON BLUES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a moment unforgettable… a time that stood still… smile galore, a moment joyful! Time well spent laced with personal reflections, sharing, anguish and even friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know seconds, minutes and hours simply disappeared on the horizon… as well as our minds and personal histories. New history being written… old memories reminisced… friendship bonded to an even deeper bonding of souls and untold stories. Fantasy-like moments embodied in a unique world of unrealistic thoughts and dreams and glazier-like visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar names and familiar faces coupled with newfound acquaintances and starless-studied events planted on unfamiliar settings, all new and unpredicted discoveries of wouda’-coulda’-shoulda’ showdown of conventional expectations of what "might-have-beens" or "should-have-beens," present realities nonetheless are what have been brought to the forefront of our new personalities created in such awful feelings of paranoia or "smoke screen" enigma of long lost souls battling for truth of unforgiving youth and search for lost time (huh! what am I talking about?!!) LoLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picturesque scenes of unfulfilled dreams haunting the past, and the present as well, with no certainty of future life - is all I’m seeing in the here and now, a NOW that’s not even considered real and truthful in the vulgarity of hurtful metanioa of what life should not have been (giggles). Ahhh, there’s the burden of carrying the world at the back of my pack too heavy and too vague to comprehend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *    *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer of ‘06 - irreplaceable as you are, and desirable, too, as always, you are but in the PAST. And so I must let you go…&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-4063674348607188509?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4063674348607188509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/summerof2006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/4063674348607188509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/4063674348607188509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/summerof2006.html' title='Summer Of 2006'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVb2oYsDWI/AAAAAAAAADA/p7VpizwaXUg/s72-c/Toyem+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-8541680227988165483</id><published>2009-08-25T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:24:37.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brydon Borja Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermogena Borja Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolanon'/><title type='text'>Mother Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a repost of some of my mom's (Hermogena 'Nene' Borja-Lungay) paintings as was posted in &lt;a href="http://tubagbohol.mikeligalig.com/index.php?topic=5586.14"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tubag Bohol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; courtesy of Vida Tirol a.k.a. Melrose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRD73WIecI/AAAAAAAAACI/q_A5Qo1Ki2Y/s1600-h/Self+Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373994951107967426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRD73WIecI/AAAAAAAAACI/q_A5Qo1Ki2Y/s400/Self+Portrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self Portrait of Hermogena 'Nene' Borja-Lungay: MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRD2el5VnI/AAAAAAAAACA/2c5BSP6rI3M/s1600-h/Kusina+Sa+Kaniadto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373994858563851890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRD2el5VnI/AAAAAAAAACA/2c5BSP6rI3M/s400/Kusina+Sa+Kaniadto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kusina Sa Kaniadto (Traditional Filipino Kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRDwdfH5AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0E2PMFg5Plk/s1600-h/The+Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373994755187794946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRDwdfH5AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0E2PMFg5Plk/s400/The+Bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Wooden Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRDk6nvm1I/AAAAAAAAABw/Qrj0fpG13qI/s1600-h/Water+Nymphs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373994556850150226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRDk6nvm1I/AAAAAAAAABw/Qrj0fpG13qI/s400/Water+Nymphs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water Nymphs... Minor River or Swamp Dieties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRDfeLhXkI/AAAAAAAAABo/VoPAV2REPCo/s1600-h/Unwelcomed+Visitors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373994463316237890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRDfeLhXkI/AAAAAAAAABo/VoPAV2REPCo/s400/Unwelcomed+Visitors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unwelcomed Visitors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-8541680227988165483?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/8541680227988165483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/motherandchild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/8541680227988165483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/8541680227988165483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/motherandchild.html' title='Mother Like Son'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpRD73WIecI/AAAAAAAAACI/q_A5Qo1Ki2Y/s72-c/Self+Portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-1784297640852987941</id><published>2009-08-25T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:20:28.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brydon Borja Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolanon'/><title type='text'>The Visual Realist</title><content type='html'>Click the photo to view actual size. Right click to copy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQsJD7LqfI/AAAAAAAAABg/JLzKbsuPCi8/s1600-h/Opus_Brydon005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQsJD7LqfI/AAAAAAAAABg/JLzKbsuPCi8/s400/Opus_Brydon005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968789543823858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQqptn2VxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HzQ8gjWtkko/s1600-h/Panglao+Island+(Ed).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQqptn2VxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HzQ8gjWtkko/s400/Panglao+Island+(Ed).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967151469582098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQqZoDyG1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UrrBOZnfi60/s1600-h/El+Nido+Impression+(Ed).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQqZoDyG1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UrrBOZnfi60/s400/El+Nido+Impression+(Ed).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373966875098225490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQqvKZlHPI/AAAAAAAAABA/fNpfCeamOEg/s1600-h/Balicasag+Corals+001+(Ed).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQqvKZlHPI/AAAAAAAAABA/fNpfCeamOEg/s400/Balicasag+Corals+001+(Ed).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967245093706994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQq2bNo6EI/AAAAAAAAABI/rz8jQrj9CCA/s1600-h/Balicasag+Corals+002+(Ed).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQq2bNo6EI/AAAAAAAAABI/rz8jQrj9CCA/s400/Balicasag+Corals+002+(Ed).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967369866111042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQrHvgjGbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9YfSGLctoL4/s1600-h/Opus_Brydon002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQrHvgjGbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9YfSGLctoL4/s400/Opus_Brydon002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373967667371907506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-1784297640852987941?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/1784297640852987941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/visualarts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/1784297640852987941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/1784297640852987941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/visualarts.html' title='The Visual Realist'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpQsJD7LqfI/AAAAAAAAABg/JLzKbsuPCi8/s72-c/Opus_Brydon005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-2256387071799340523</id><published>2009-08-25T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:59:49.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J Roel Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fro&apos;s Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolanon'/><title type='text'>Fro's Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVWIsN1hoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WwT-FiedBsw/s1600-h/Fro+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVWIsN1hoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WwT-FiedBsw/s200/Fro+057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374296437644691074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have to write something about this composer who happens to be a dear cousin of mine. Not only did we grow up and play together as kids, but we've been best of friends since I can remember: being in the same seminary at one time, playing music together, joined the same fraternity of friends and many other stuff too many to mention. But this I can say, in the field of creative arts, there's no question both of us share an almost twin passion (new word? LoL) for such that we spent many a-countless sleepless nights re-living the past and present, and dreaming of a future that may never be... yet gives the both of us the joy and pleasure only true company of friends and true artists come to realize, at times, in this elusively fascinating life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=926939"&gt;Father J. Roel Lungay&lt;/a&gt;, a.k.a. Fro, is a priest-songwriter of thirty years from Bohol, Philippines and is currently the pastor of &lt;a href="http://www.stgenevieve.net/Contacts.html"&gt;St. Genevieve Catholic Church&lt;/a&gt; in Slidell, Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As singer-performer Fro often plays for small-group type of venues or gathering as part of his music ministry. As a songwriter, he writes all types of genre from religious to popular, rock to little country. Since 1992 Father Roel has recorded and self-produced a number of albums:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mass of St. Rita (Liturgical, 1993)&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus (Religious, 1994)&lt;br /&gt;Fro's Music Revisited, Vols. 1 &amp;amp; 2 (Country, 1995)&lt;br /&gt;One Heart, One Mind (Ballads, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christianartsongs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christian Arts Songs, Vols. 1, 2 &amp;amp; 3&lt;/a&gt; (Children, 1996-1998)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, right after Katrina, he collaborated with an old friend, Austrian-based producer and guitarist, Jimmy Cempron, and penned a soul-moving tribute to New Orleans that was just devastated by Hurricane Katrina , "&lt;a href="http://boholanocomposer.blogspot.com/2009/05/livinitup.html"&gt;Livin' It Up&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year 2009, after a long hiatus, he revives his writing skills by co-writing again with another old friend and popular Boholano guitarist-turned-keyboardist, &lt;a href="http://romeomascarinas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Romeo Mascariñas&lt;/a&gt;, also otherwise known as Romeo! Romeo! and both are bent of treading the country music highway with their mostly upbeat dance-oriented rocking tunes and a flair of the old stuff - pop and jazz influence of the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for their up-coming CD release called the &lt;a href="http://tagbilarancitydreampoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/poetry002.html"&gt;BIG BANG!&lt;/a&gt; which will soon hit the airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To sample some of Fro's current works, please click any of the title below:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG TO THE FATHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Barbara Henry - J. Roel Lungay)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="width:200px; border:solid #999999 1px; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_ExtBG200.png')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.soundclick.com/FatherRoelakaFro'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:width:200px; height:70px; cursor:pointer; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_200.png');"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="lower"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="60" width="200" data="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="playType=single&amp;songid=7922998&amp;scid=7922998&amp;q=hi&amp;ext=1&amp;autoplay=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="salign" value="b" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MARK OF PRIESTLY BLISS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(J. Roel Lungay - Arnold Zamora)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="width:200px; border:solid #999999 1px; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_ExtBG200.png')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.soundclick.com/FatherRoelakaFro'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:width:200px; height:70px; cursor:pointer; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_200.png');"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="lower"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="60" width="200" data="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="playType=single&amp;songid=8011790&amp;scid=8011790&amp;q=hi&amp;ext=1&amp;autoplay=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="salign" value="b" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNANSWERED PRAYERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(J. Roel Lungay - Romeo C. Mascariñas)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="width:200px; border:solid #999999 1px; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_ExtBG200.png')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.soundclick.com/RomeoRomeo'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:width:200px; height:70px; cursor:pointer; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_200.png');"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="lower"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="60" width="200" data="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="playType=single&amp;songid=7290250&amp;scid=7290250&amp;q=hi&amp;ext=1&amp;autoplay=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="salign" value="b" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-2256387071799340523?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/2256387071799340523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/frosmusic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/2256387071799340523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/2256387071799340523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/frosmusic.html' title='Fro&apos;s Music'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVWIsN1hoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WwT-FiedBsw/s72-c/Fro+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-1085844221630160376</id><published>2009-08-25T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:39:37.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brydon Borja Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolanon'/><title type='text'>There's A Place (For You And Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVXG357lDI/AAAAAAAAACg/NnBl-Dll7iY/s1600-h/JimmyLou_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVXG357lDI/AAAAAAAAACg/NnBl-Dll7iY/s200/JimmyLou_014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374297505934316594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In terms of the two of us, that is, you and I, is always a special place where no else is, and the time, moments and memories we create at any particular time are but ours to share and behold. Love is in the air, so it says, and love is what we breathe that runs through our veins and bloodstreams so red and so full of meaning that it's the only image I consider for my heart and love for thee, my love. And so I speak and sing to you and your heart these words of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundclick.com/share?songid=6035933"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE'S A PLACE FOR YOU AND ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and music by Brydon Borja Lungay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Jimmy Cempron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Jimmelou Cempron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastered at Fro Audio by J. Roel Lungay&lt;br /&gt;with Izotope OzoneMP and NewBlue Softwares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new wind blowing on my face&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new sun shining above my head&lt;br /&gt;There’s a wide blue sky and its opening my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Making me see the truth behind the lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new feeling calling for a change&lt;br /&gt;It’s a new feeling I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Like a silent stream I’ll find my way down the river&lt;br /&gt;Taking me down back, oh, to the open sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;There’s a place for you&lt;br /&gt;There’s a place for me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere a destination&lt;br /&gt;We got to find it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;There’s no help along the way&lt;br /&gt;You’re alone and you must be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;There’s a wild voice calling my name&lt;br /&gt;Is it you tryin’ to play a little game?&lt;br /&gt;There’s a wild storm raging and it's blinding your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Making me harder to get, much harder to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new dream that breaks the day&lt;br /&gt;When things just are not working your way&lt;br /&gt;We must seek and find what we don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;‘Til we get closer to who is behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 1990 DrBrydz Musiz. Administered in EU by Jaycees Music and in the US by Fro's Music. All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:200px; border:solid #999999 1px; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_ExtBG200.png')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.soundclick.com/jimmycemproneu'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:width:200px; height:70px; cursor:pointer; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_200.png');"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="lower"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="60" width="200" data="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="playType=single&amp;songid=6035933&amp;scid=6035933&amp;q=hi&amp;ext=1&amp;autoplay=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="salign" value="b" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Please turn off player on the right hand column before you play this song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-1085844221630160376?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/1085844221630160376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/youandme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/1085844221630160376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/1085844221630160376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/youandme.html' title='There&apos;s A Place (For You And Me)'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVXG357lDI/AAAAAAAAACg/NnBl-Dll7iY/s72-c/JimmyLou_014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917165009716332487.post-6401431112410323847</id><published>2009-08-24T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:48:04.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DrBrydz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brydon Borja Lungay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolanon'/><title type='text'>The Doctor Is In / There Is More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVXnmsLEMI/AAAAAAAAACo/PyOxSXE89Dk/s1600-h/JimmyC_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVXnmsLEMI/AAAAAAAAACo/PyOxSXE89Dk/s200/JimmyC_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298068248891586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's right, I'm in and I'm here for good. Without beating the bushes, what you see is what you get but I'll give you my best and a lot more. There is more... you can say that again! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundclick.com/share?songid=6026842"&gt;THERE IS MORE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and music by Brydon Borja Lungay (Philippines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produced and performed by Jimmy Cempron &lt;br /&gt;(Austria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastered with iZotope OzoneMP by J. Roel Lungay &lt;br /&gt;(New Orleans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;So many words&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Too little things I’ve done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;So many people&lt;br /&gt;Living like fools&lt;br /&gt;We gotta free ourselves someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams&lt;br /&gt;Nothin’ but dreams&lt;br /&gt;We gotta wake ourselves and see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;There is more than your eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;More than your lips can say&lt;br /&gt;More than your hearts can feel&lt;br /&gt;More than your feet can take you&lt;br /&gt;More than your arms can take&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing’ else we can do (no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;So many hearts&lt;br /&gt;Broken apart&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;All the things that we want&lt;br /&gt;All the things that we do&lt;br /&gt;From our hands they just slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Interlude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Refrain 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 1988 Dr Brydz Music. Administered in Europe by Jaycee Music and in the U.S. by Fro’s Music. International Copyright Secured. All rights reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:200px; border:solid #999999 1px; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_ExtBG200.png')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/jimmycemproneu"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:width:200px; height:70px; cursor:pointer; background-image:url('http://www.soundclick.com/images/elogos/SC_200.png');"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="lower"&gt;&lt;object allowscriptaccess="never" data="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" allownetworking="internal" width="200" height="60" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="never" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="internal" name="allowNetworking"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="http://www.soundclick.com/player/V2/mp3player200.swf" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="false" name="loop"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="false" name="menu"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="playType=single&amp;songid=6026842&amp;scid=6026842&amp;q=hi&amp;ext=1" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="noscale" name="scale"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="b" name="salign"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917165009716332487-6401431112410323847?l=lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6401431112410323847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/drbrydz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6401431112410323847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917165009716332487/posts/default/6401431112410323847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagkawbolanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/drbrydz.html' title='The Doctor Is In / There Is More'/><author><name>Lagkaw Bol-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02803260153648747240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpNfLN8SxmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vS5_ZIUeDY/S220/Brydon2006_ChopstickKing.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8I4j2E0_MoY/SpVXnmsLEMI/AAAAAAAAACo/PyOxSXE89Dk/s72-c/JimmyC_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
