<?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-1263424088012352272</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:54:39.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiocy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-1632113597350285489</id><published>2010-01-02T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:04:59.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PR: Color your Friendship.</title><content type='html'>PR stands for Power Rangers. Lol. It all started last year when we were in our third year in high school. First was vivero(Vivian&amp;amp;Vero) then tinne joined the party. Then I and Mark joined the company. There was really no name. It was near Christmas and we were having our party in school. We started asking what we'll wear in the day and had in mind that we'll wear different colors of top. Vivian wore yellow, Ve wore white, Tinne in purple, Mark in green and I in blue. We started calling ourselves Power Rangers cause of the different colors of top we wore. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica: The&lt;em&gt; mataray&lt;/em&gt; Looking; White Ranger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in 2nd year. I thought that ve was a mean girl or what they call "mataray". But when you hear her cute voice you'll set aside that impression. Lol. Spell crazy? V-E-R-O. Lol. She dances and sings everywhere &amp;amp; she has a big ego. Such a huge ego. Hahaha. Yep... She's hot. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristinne: The &lt;em&gt;Good Girl&lt;/em&gt; of the group; Violet (LOL) Ranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristinne. Hmmm. Hell, she has high grades. But have that party girl inside her. She's our president in class when we were in junior years. She fluently speaks English and I idolize her for that. I'm jealous that she knows so many english terms. She is also our first ranking in class. Until now i think? She's still the president of the class. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark: Bully &amp;amp; Chickboy Lol. Haha; Green Ranger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First met him in class. He is "galante". Yeah, he is. Haha. He is a certified chickboy. He knows almost everything about the girls, almost. Lol. Hahah. He's a car addict. He always share something -- When there's something new about the car of his kuya -- Lol. But now, Hahaha. He has his own car. Lol. He's now a varsity of our school(Basketball). He is crazy about &lt;em&gt;"kulasa". &lt;/em&gt;Hahahah. He has a plan. He'll customize his car and make it in clear tint. Then when she'll see &lt;em&gt;kulasa. &lt;/em&gt;He'll slow down to make &lt;em&gt;kulasa &lt;/em&gt;see her. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian "The Smasher" HAHAHAHAHAHA Lapid; Yellow Ranger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her in the freshmen years of ours. Lol. I had a crush on her when I saw her for the first time. HAHAHA. Then i texted her something until... something... HAHAHAHAHA. She used to call me Puting Negro. Tsss. Because of my curly hair. I don't know why? Didn't do something bad to her. Lol. Then junior year came and made my head turn when she entered the room. Like what Kristinne said. HAHA. She's definately and athlete. She's good in badminton and table tennis. Hahaha. She's popular not just in SMA but also in other schools especially DBA. Lol. She do a funny laugh when she is kinikilig. Lol. Hahaha. When she share something about O. Hahaha. She laughs sometimes with no sound. Hahaha. I don't know if she still have that memorable phone of hers. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Senior year came, she entered our classroom in uniform. Our adviser didn't get her profit for 1month because she gave Vivian the diary.&lt;br /&gt;She's now in canada. Vivian, not our adviser. Hahah. She's working in McDo. And hell, She's making a lot of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-1632113597350285489?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/1632113597350285489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=1632113597350285489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/1632113597350285489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/1632113597350285489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2010/01/pr-stands-for-power-rangers.html' title='PR: Color your Friendship.'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-4744217654816314447</id><published>2009-12-25T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:50:48.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad</title><content type='html'>The long awaited party of the year. Christmas is here. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;December 24... The day I bought ant--Our baby-- Lol. It's an Baby Alive. Moving forward.The mass started 10PM but we were 20 minutes late because of grooming. Lol.  In church, Aner is texting me to meet him somewhere near the red van but him inside. Lol. The church was crowded. Joanna and I said to her papa that we will look for her mom. But the truth is we will look for Aner, and specially shane. :"&gt;. We went back and off to the angel float of her family. Her mom's not there. (Forgot to tell you, we were in front) So we decided to go back where we left her Dad. We circled up--Again-- and met Aner. Then went inside, this time in the side near the stage. And saw her Dad, with her mom. Yes... They were near to Shane's place. My feet hurt like &lt;em&gt;*toot*. &lt;/em&gt;Where were we? Oh yeah. After the mass... That was 12AM so it's... &lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS,&lt;/strong&gt; I blessed to her mom and Dad and said Merry Christmas in a veryyyyyyy low voice. I'm a shy-type person. So yeah. LOL. Then I greeted shane in a veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy low voice. Hahahah. But she said she heard that greet. Hahaha. Then... went home. I was in bed texting shane that she wanna call Then i called her. Haha. They were having a Party in their house while it was boring in our place. Lol. Then we went to bed. Then it was morning. It wasn't like those past years. I don't feel Christmas. Lol. Didn't go out until 4PM i think, to go to Betis--they made the the Delivery Boy of those &lt;em&gt;suman&lt;/em&gt; Lola ordered---- They didn't even pay me. :( ---- Lol. So I went to betis to deliver those &lt;em&gt;Suman&lt;/em&gt;. Then the door was locked and it doesn't open. So I went in using the window. Hahaha. Gave the suman. Then went home o Sta. Rita. I opened my gifts. Lol. Thought there was an SLR. LOL. HAHAHAHA. I love my gifts though. Then... Let's see what happens next... Ohhh. Yeahh... Shane and her cousins are having a party in Sn. Jose, near our house there, then her cousin, Ate Thess, asked me to go there. Then I was there in minutes. Lol. Bringing Ant. Hahahaha. They were dancing, singing and drinking. Lol. I had fun with them even though I'm just sitting with shane. I was very shy... Lol. It was my first time. Then I went home. I did. :( Then had dinner with Ateng, Joanna, Ate Lucy and Jenel. Hahaha. Then. Texted shane. Then... Off to bed. That was my Christmas 2009, what's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-4744217654816314447?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/4744217654816314447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=4744217654816314447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/4744217654816314447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/4744217654816314447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-1206731904365457106</id><published>2009-12-19T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:23:29.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye School Year 2009...</title><content type='html'>December 18: Last Day of Quarterly Test.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up so early so I won't be late in school. 'Cause Mr. David, our POD, said that if I'll be late again, I might not take the test. I promised myself that I'll wake earlier than the time I'm used to wake up. Same old same olds, like the usual doings in the morning, the Flag Ceremony,  after the flag Ma'am Tayag, our beloved adviser, gave us time to review. I just scanned some notes and whoa-la! Done in 2mins I think? Lol. Did some immature stuffs like shouting in the room. Then the test started. CL is the first test followed by Filipino and last was Physics. AFter the test, we decided to go to mall to watch the "scariest movie"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -They say...- &lt;/span&gt;and to buy the gift for tomorrow's Christmas Party. And so I went to the mall with Danielle, Vero, Tinne, Euel, Vince, Mark. We ate at Chef d' Angelo ordered a sampler 2. While eating Vince opened a topic about DOTA and vince said something that he muyst not say. He said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nagdota kami kahapon, talo kami nina Andrew"&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Andrew forgot to ask permission to Ve, his girlfriend. Hahaha. While Ve is texting, I guessed what she's texting. And I was right. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to Robinson's Mall because the movie was not in SM anymore. So we went inside and found out that thee theater was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;crowded. We didn't find any sits upstairs so we went down. It was in the middle of the film when we went inside. We started I think in Night#16 and the movie ended in Night#21. It was not that scary and laugh when the girl was pulled from the bed to another room.  It was not that scary until the body of Micah was thrown to the camera by his girlfriend Katie. Lol. We went back to SM to buy the gifts for the party tomorrow. We split and I was with Vince and Danielle.Charrie wants a pillow so I went to Blue Magic to buy something but there was nothing good for Charrie, LOL. I bought the pillow and the bear Nat told me to buy for Debbie. And went home as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 19: Christmas Party.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 5:50 I think and went in the bathroom after 1hour lying in bed. I was not that excited because I might not receive any gifts just like the last three years. It's like a curse. Lol. So I made gussy of myself and still didn't find the dogtag shane gave me. I brought the Speaker of my tito, and hell it sounded good and loud, very. Lol. And the party started. I played the Spinning Book game. The longest one who spins the book will win a pilot ballpen. Lol. There were Eating and its time for giving the Exchange Gifts, as expected. No gifts for me. Lol. But kinda good because there were two gifts for Russ so the other was given to me. it was a Sando and Claydough. What the hell will I do with those things. Lol. And the party was over. Yes... I had fun with the last Christmas party of HighSchool. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-1206731904365457106?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/1206731904365457106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=1206731904365457106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/1206731904365457106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/1206731904365457106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-school-year-2009.html' title='Bye School Year 2009...'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-4582242308805242735</id><published>2009-11-13T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:34:17.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th: Bane or Boon?</title><content type='html'>The thirteenth day of the month that falls on a Friday. A superstition that holds the day to have a good or bad luck. It occurs mostly three times a year. The fear of Friday the 13th is called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;paraskevidekatriaphobia&lt;/span&gt;. Today is actually the thirteenth day of November and it falls on a Friday. Are you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt;? or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;swerte&lt;/span&gt;? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;Swerte ako ngayong araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una ay sa skwela, Pagalitan lang ng konti sa English, Lecture lang sa Trigo, walang ginawa sa Computer, Kumain ng mabuti sa recess, almost perfect ang quiz sa TLE, Nuod lang ng about sa Latin Dance sa MAPEH, masarap ang ulam sa lunch, Nagkwentuhan ng nakakatakot sa AP at Nagperform lang sa Physics. Biruin mo nakuha ang cellphone ng katabi ko habang akoý nagsecellphone din mas nakalabas pa ang cellphone ko at sakanya padin ang nakita. Swerte. Dismissed na ang klase at Activity Day pala. Kala mo ay malas pero hindi. Wala man lang din ginawa sa club activity kung hindi nagkwentuhan. Naglaro ng Tap Tap Domination, at nagbuhat ng madaming bente singkong barya na parang sumali kami dun sa eat Bulaga na kumukuha ng madaming barya. Lol. Pagkatapos ay lumabas kami ni Ve dahil nauuhaw daw siya. Tas nagbalak nakaming umuwi at nakita sina andrew na nasa JSG para maglaro ng DOTA. Gusto ko man sana sila ay magkaayos ay mapride talaga ang aking kaibigan. iniwan ku siya at umuwing magisa. Bumalik akong JSG para samahan sila pero nagtext si Shane, ang aking GF, na pupunta daw silang Guagua para kumain. Pinuntahan ku sialng chowking at silaý nakapagorder na. Madaya iniwan nila ako. Pero swerte dahil 23 yung kanilang table number at 23 yung aming anniversary. Kumain kami nagkwentuhan. Nagpahinga at umuwi. Hinatid ku sila pero may padating na teacher na kumare daw ng kanyang mommy. Hahah. Oo. hindi kami legal. Pero darating din ang araw. Hahaha. Hindi ako umabot sa SRC at umuwi ako. Nakasabay ko ang kaibigan ni mama at nilibre ako ng pamasahe. Swerte. Haha. Nagkwentuhan din kami at nabigla ako na alam niya ang tungkol samin ni Shane. Pagkadating sa guagua ay umuwi agad ako ng betis at hanggang makatext ko si shane at subukang magpost dito sa aking blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi malas o swerte ang araw na ito para sa akin. May mga parte din na malas pero mas lumalamang ang mga swerte ko. Meron din mga taong swerte pero sa tingin ko ay konti lang. Pero madami din akong nabalitaang malas sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na at taglish ang aking post. Tamad ako maglinis ng dugo galing sa aking ilong. haha. Dito natatapos ang aking post. Sana'y nasiyahan kayo kahit alam kong hindi ako nakaktuwang tao. Hanggang sa susunod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-4582242308805242735?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/4582242308805242735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=4582242308805242735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/4582242308805242735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/4582242308805242735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th-bane-or-boon.html' title='Friday the 13th: Bane or Boon?'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-8668081993349440988</id><published>2009-11-11T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:29:34.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck.</title><content type='html'>What a day. Thought it would be a nice sunny day that will make everybody happy. Lol. It wasn't. It was the day of taking pictures for the class. And I, was like somebody fixing everything, Lol. I woke up 5:43 in the morning and texted Shane to wake her up. It was 25mins--I think--after, and she texted that she needs a hug. Haha. Yeah. I hugged her virtually. :D We showered. A short one. For thinking that I wouldn't be late in school. But... I was. In school. me, Anna, Ve, Mark, Karl, and more(lower years). Lol. Sir David, the POD, wants to talk to the parents of the lates-us-. I don't want to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pabigat&lt;/span&gt; to my mom and said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Di ko po memorize yung number ni mama,e."&lt;/span&gt; But i do. We waited for the parents of the so called lates. And those lates were sent home, except the VIP ones. We didn't get out of the school premises. But worst. We waited and wasted 6 hours of the day waiting in the POD's office. Doing NOTHING. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;. Two words. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;. Lunch time came. Freedom. Free at last. Eat, Drink. Finish. LOL. Worst thing happened. Shane and I fought for something. Good thing is that it didn't lead us to break up. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-8668081993349440988?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/8668081993349440988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=8668081993349440988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/8668081993349440988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/8668081993349440988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-luck.html' title='Bad Luck.'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-2409339387431636252</id><published>2009-09-24T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:33:18.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so happy 5th monthsary.</title><content type='html'>The monthsary's yesterday. Late post. Haha. I never got a chance to post yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bad day", "malas", or badtrip to start the post. Started 12 midnight, thought she was fast asleep. I texted her to greet her a happy monthsary and said i love her so much then went to sleep. I woke 4 in the morning an so her messages. And texted her right away that i'm sorry. I really thought thatshe was fast asleep. I woke her up past 6, explained everything and it was OK. Lunchtime. 11:30 I think. Shane's tatay(lolo) died. I didn't know what to do. Can't comfort her personally. She didn't want me to go to their house. Another was in physics. Caught noisy and pareny needed. Because I'm listening music using my classmate's phone. Third it was cards out. Got three line of 7. English, filipino &amp; CL. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Next scene, thougt joanna already said to her parents that we'll go to the mall. Her mom called me asking where we are. We went home as fast as we can.  Good thing we were with our ate. And made a "palusot" lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-2409339387431636252?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/2409339387431636252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=2409339387431636252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/2409339387431636252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/2409339387431636252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-so-happy-5th-monthsary.html' title='Not so happy 5th monthsary.'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-8927310334949942880</id><published>2009-09-12T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:15:56.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSPC. First and Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/Srbjxoo0MFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uZrqkq5ByMo/s1600-h/8132_1157765117800_1637926824_403883_4906487_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/Srbjxoo0MFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uZrqkq5ByMo/s320/8132_1157765117800_1637926824_403883_4906487_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383740846429712466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm back in blogging. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;First ever cluster. And I'm officially a marian scribe.&lt;br /&gt;Photojournalism. Chance to go in a cluster, division, regionals, or nationals in palawan.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Masakit mang sabihin. Hanggang cluster lang ako. Dinaya kami. Hahaha. Joke. Gnun paman. Masakit ang luob ko dahil wala ako kahit top10 man lang. Mas maskit. Natalo ako ng third year na first timer tulad ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titles and captions of photos in journalism 101.&lt;/span&gt; The topic doesn't need to be in the titles and captions. Readers must know that the photo was about the topic even without the caption nor the title. K. I'm acting wierd. Lol.  Anyway, I saw friends And classmates from past. I saw Trisha, Jazmeen, Ronnel, etc. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naging masaya nung awarding na.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone shouts the name of the school who won in the contest. HRA, GNC, SCA, SCA, SRC, SAAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SrbjwjdAT-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-v2xtqa3ho/s1600-h/8132_1156455325056_1637926824_400717_5579664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SrbjwjdAT-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-v2xtqa3ho/s320/8132_1156455325056_1637926824_400717_5579664_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383740827858128866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the contest. Here comes the filipino saying "Picture picture!" LOL! Mark and Gene doing the Fusion. Jasper jumping. and everybody doing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pacute" &lt;/span&gt;Lol. I think 5 of us didn't won any place in the contest. 1 in Photojourn-English. 2 in Cartooning-English. Jerome was absent:/. 2 in sports writing-English&amp;amp;Tagalog. 1 in Copyreading-English. And i'm on the Photojourn category who didn't win any place. LOL. Good thing our Broadcasting-Filipino won. Thanks to bagyong mareng. NOL didn't have their retreat because of the typhoon. Haha. Luckily, Mariang Usisera, Aserong Usisero and Ehra Usisera won 1st place in Broadcasting Filipino. And they will be in the division in October. Hope I'll join them. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SrbutYsgZZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/34VEtFqHnUY/s1600-h/8132_1156458445134_1637926824_400732_2282884_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SrbutYsgZZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/34VEtFqHnUY/s320/8132_1156458445134_1637926824_400732_2282884_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383752868058654098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night in Maccim Royal Academy. &lt;/span&gt;GNC-HRA-SMA Combined!~Hahaha. See the evil smile in their faces? LOL. That's all for now and I'm kinda tired of typing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-8927310334949942880?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/8927310334949942880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=8927310334949942880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/8927310334949942880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/8927310334949942880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/09/cspc-first-and-last.html' title='CSPC. First and Last'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/Srbjxoo0MFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uZrqkq5ByMo/s72-c/8132_1157765117800_1637926824_403883_4906487_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-1373767637231659442</id><published>2009-05-30T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:06:35.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JabbaWokeez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiEZo8CHgnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/diwxvrFnX6w/s1600-h/jabba.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiEZo8CHgnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/diwxvrFnX6w/s320/jabba.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341578824138588786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JabbaWokeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an all male dance group, established in 2003 by Joe Larot, Kevin Brewer and Phil Tayag. In America's Best Dance Crew there are 3 Filipinos 2 Vietnamese I think, and  1 black. They are the first winner in the show ADBC they won $100,000. Before they audition, one of their crew member, Gary "Gee" Kendall died because of pneumonia i think. Their name was from a poem of Lewis Carroll's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jobberwocky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The JabbaWokeeZ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phil "Swaggerboy" Tayag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXsrR2w5KI/AAAAAAAAADo/jVQO5-Q4tjU/s1600-h/swaggerboy_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXsrR2w5KI/AAAAAAAAADo/jVQO5-Q4tjU/s320/swaggerboy_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936761216591010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hailing from Sacramento, Phil was one of the JabbaWockeez’s founding members and grew up as a garage dancer. Claiming Michael Jackson (but from the ’80s) as one of his dancing idols, Phil represents for his crew top to bottom in a Broner Woodsman hat, JabbaWockeez tee, Shmack Babylon (Sneaker Cut) denim and Shmack Crowbar sneakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crew:&lt;/span&gt; Jabbawockeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hometown:&lt;/span&gt; Sacramento, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How and when did your dancing career start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always danced. I grew up as a garage dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a job? If so, what do you do to pay the bills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance, I hustle to pay bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What other talents do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a talented Father. I make music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you hope to gain from your 'Dance Crew' experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get the honest, not necessarily a lot, exposure my crew deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are your own dancing idols?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Kendall, Michael Jackson back in the 80's, my crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a source of inspiration for your dancing career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my family, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your favorite fellow 'Dance Crew' member and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all my favorite, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything else that we should know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, my two kids, dance, life and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rynan "Kid Rainen" Paguio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiX1HG7-6vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sXSk4kakcVg/s1600-h/kid_rainen_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiX1HG7-6vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sXSk4kakcVg/s320/kid_rainen_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342946035415050994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kid Rainen started breaking with his older brothers when he was 11 and names Rock Steady Crew legends Ken Swift, Crazy Legs and Mr. Wiggles as some of his influences. He also takes pleasure in singing and playing the guitar, but nothing beats the thrill of the battle. Steady mobbin’ in a Levi’s vest, Undrcrwn Bedstuy Bandit jersey, Shmack Star Buck Cut 101 jeans and classic Puma Clyde shoes with the fat laces, Rainen is dressed for battle, anytime and anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crew:&lt;/span&gt; Jabbawockeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hometown:&lt;/span&gt; San Diego, CA&lt;br /&gt;How and when did your dancing career start?&lt;br /&gt;When I was 11-years-old. I started breaking with my bros and my friends in Murrieta, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in school? If so, what is your major?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a job? If so, what do you do to pay the bills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a professional dancer. That pays my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What other talents do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play guitar, sing, husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you hope to gain from your 'Dance Crew' experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To chill and train with my crew and make my brother Gee proud of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are your own dancing idols?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Swift, Crazy Legs, Stormy Mauritzo, Swif Rock, Flo-Master, Poe-One, Poppin Pete, Mr. Wiggles, Poppin Taco, Suga Pop, Skeeter Rabbit, Gee-One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a source of inspiration for your dancing career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my family, Gary Kendell, my crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your favorite fellow 'Dance Crew' member and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything else that we should know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got married in Nov. 24, 2007. I am a sexy guy when you close your eyes! I'm Filipino. I need to pay my bills. I love hip hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chris "Cristyle" Gatdula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXsrSv7j2I/AAAAAAAAADg/lYM_MvAbauU/s1600-h/cristyle_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXsrSv7j2I/AAAAAAAAADg/lYM_MvAbauU/s320/cristyle_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936761456365410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chris has been dancing since he was a kid, but became seriously interested in becoming a B-boy in 1997 and got into hip-hop choreography in 2000, all because of the movie Beat Street (Orion Pictures, 1984). While the hardest move to conquer was the windmill, after Chris perfected it, all the other power moves were easy to do. Infatuated with his JabbaWockeez shirt (“Not just cause it says ‘JabbaWockez,’ but the colors of the shirt are the Filipino flag colors.”), Chris doesn’t mind getting dizzy while in his IM-King “King Me” flannel, Shmack Hatchet shoes, Brixton Stroll hat and Shmack Vicious Shlim fit jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crew:&lt;/span&gt; Jabbawockeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age: &lt;/span&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hometown:&lt;/span&gt; Las Vegas, San Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How and when did your dancing career start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year when I moved to LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in school? If so, what is your major?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I just graduated from college -- New Media emphasis (film and video).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a job? If so, what do you do to pay the bills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now... nope. But I normally work as a dance instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What other talents do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video editing, snowboarding, graphic design and make the homies laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you hope to gain from your 'Dance Crew' experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are your own dancing idols?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crew Jabbawokeez and Full Force. Gary Kendall AKA Yoga AKA The Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a source of inspiration for your dancing career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My source of inspiration is to not fall behind my crew. So I'm just trying to keep up with them. And I also want to make sure I'm on top of my game cause there's a lot of dangers coming up and I ain't trying to get smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your favorite fellow 'Dance Crew' member and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything else that we should know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Taurus. I love my family and friends a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben "B-Tek" Chung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXsrlUlDYI/AAAAAAAAADw/F1qic9wNIU4/s1600-h/b_tek_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXsrlUlDYI/AAAAAAAAADw/F1qic9wNIU4/s320/b_tek_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936766441917826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With his background in “urban freestyle,” Ben wouldn’t say that there was any single move that was hard for him to master (“However, the most challenging aspect of dancing was learning how to isolate and control my body.”) Ben looks “so fresh and so clean” in Vans Skate Mids, Shmack Nailer jeans, Kangol Classic Wool Herringbone Gaffer hat and Supreme sweatshirt, while a Guess watch and vintage Cazal sunglasses accentuate his unique style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crew:&lt;/span&gt; Jabbawockeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hometown:&lt;/span&gt; Mission Hills, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How and when did your dancing career start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of high school. I thought it looked tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a job? If so, what do you do to pay the bills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dancer. I teach dance and do work in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What other talents do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Night Round 3 on Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you hope to gain from your 'Dance Crew' experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show the world what we do and keep doing. We're gonna blow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are your own dancing idols?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a source of inspiration for your dancing career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. The mixture of beats, lyrics and rhymes that create a specific feeling that inspires me to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your favorite fellow 'Dance Crew' member and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole crew is nasty. Each member brings a unique flavor to the table without it our body would be incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything else that we should know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a born again Christian. Everything I do, whether it's dancing, working, or just breathing, I do it to glorify my lord and savior Jesus Christ. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kevin "Keibee" Brewer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXs4HP9bfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-lWpm0PB4rc/s1600-h/keibee_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXs4HP9bfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-lWpm0PB4rc/s320/keibee_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936981707779570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kevin has been busting dance moves for more than 10 years&lt;br /&gt;and is one of the founding members of the crew. Best known&lt;br /&gt;for “Beat Kune Do” (“It’s not really a style, but a means to unlock our dance potential,” he explains), Keibee was inspired to dance by the “OGs of hip-hop” like Mr. Wiggles, Poppin’ Pete, Ken Swift and Crazy Legs, and also Michael Jackson and Bruce Lee. With his retro lenses from Cazal that were made popular by Run-DMC in the ’80s, Keibee grooves in some Shmack Nailer jeans, Shmack Cliffhanger long sleeve shirt and Shmack Hatchect sneakers. “It’s all about the shoes!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crew:&lt;/span&gt; Jabbawockeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hometown:&lt;/span&gt; Sacramento, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How and when did your dancing career start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approx. 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a job? If so, what do you do to pay the bills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Certified Technician (fix computers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What other talents do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music producer, emcee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you hope to gain from your 'Dance Crew' experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I entered this "experience" with an open mind and am excited to see how God will move through this venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a source of inspiration for your dancing career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my family, Bruce Lee and my crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your favorite fellow 'Dance Crew' member and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is tough because we each contribute in a way that is necessary to the whole. I honestly can say that all my bros are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything else that we should know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to inspire and to be inspired. Connecting with people is something I enjoy also, because life is fleeting, we should build each other up and fellowship and enjoy one another. I like Mexican food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeff "Phi" Nguyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXsrnZ-4OI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VjgBHy5l7f0/s1600-h/phi_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiXsrnZ-4OI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VjgBHy5l7f0/s320/phi_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342936767001452770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While the hardest dance moves were the power moves (windmills, headspins, airtracks, airflares), Phi perfected his skills and became a member of the crew in ’04 after he was battled into the group. His “urban freestyle” is like a style with no style. There are no boundaries in what you can do in a freestyle. Shmack Doomsday jeans in tandem with UndrCrwn Basketball Net Crew and UndrCrwn Layup sneakers complete the subtle, but effective look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crew:&lt;/span&gt; Jabbawockeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hometown&lt;/span&gt;: Phoenix, AZ. Reside in Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How and when did your dancing career start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at the age of 15. My best friend got me into it! Then I started teaching and decided to move to LA to pursue my dance profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in school? If so, what is your major?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a job? If so, what do you do to pay the bil&lt;/span&gt;ls?&lt;br /&gt;I am a hip-hop instructor and dancer for a living. I also instruct on two dance conventions that travel to different U.S. cities on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What other talents do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play the six-string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you hope to gain from your 'Dance Crew' experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance to just be with my crew more! And rep for my/our big brother, Gary Kendell AKA "Gee-One". Make him proud of us! Also to rep the hip-hop culture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are your own dancing idols?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crew! Gary Kendell. My best friend from home, Ryan! Flo-Master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a source of inspiration for your dancing career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family! My crew! Friends! God! Jabbawockeez crew / Furious Styles crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your favorite fellow 'Dance Crew' member and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them! They all are my family / brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything else that we should know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Vietnamese Pho! I'm a Virgo and like long walks on the beach! I'm single and ready to mingle! If you'd like, you can call me at 1-800-Vietnamese tease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://jbwkz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://answers.yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://dugmag.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wikipedia.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-1373767637231659442?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/1373767637231659442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=1373767637231659442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/1373767637231659442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/1373767637231659442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/05/jabbawokeez-all-male-dance-group.html' title='JabbaWokeez'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/SiEZo8CHgnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/diwxvrFnX6w/s72-c/jabba.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-8254605501109837177</id><published>2009-05-27T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:44:04.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/Sh1Z7tqkuUI/AAAAAAAAACw/OWX_R9qVuGo/s320/Image115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340523615536593218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/Sh1Zoox9F4I/AAAAAAAAACo/WRzGYU3U0GE/s320/Image113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340523287807858562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up 9:02 in the Morning. Ate spaghetti for Breakfast. There was another thing in the plastic bag of Jollibee. I thought it was a burger and i want it. I open the thing and it was sinangag from Jollibee. After that me and my nephew played a game. Shooting game. We used his new toy from somewhere. lol. It's a gun with a bow in it and the bullets are those things that sticks to flat surface. And I won. lol. The score was 6-4. Haha. I made him win so that he will be happy even for a little while. But I won. Then they went to Sn. Fernando with their papa. I went inside the house to see whose using the computer then saw my cousin. While watching her I'm texting, Shane texted "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pano ko bibigay yung Gift ko sayu? Alam ko na!&lt;/span&gt; Fetch me up" Then that's it. I took a bath and went there fast. Lol. I went to 7 11 and then to Susie's Cuisine and they were eating. They were laughing and laughing and I don't know why. Then she gave the Gift she was talking about. Then i didn't want to open it in public. Then we went somewhere. Then we went home. Then i opened the gift. and got shocked that it was a dogtag and there was something that was written on it and it says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iLy.23 i love to wake up next to you 4ever&lt;/span&gt;" its the sweetest thing a girl have done for me. She is so thoughtful and I love her for that. Then my mom texted me. She said that my section was Our Lady of Peace (OLP) not Immaculate Heart of Mary (IHM). Me and my cousin are classmates. Lol. Then I got hungry. Too bad, no more snickers. So I opened a doritos. And after I ate a little. My cousin shouted "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oy! Renzo! Mako tana!&lt;/span&gt;" I didn't finish the Doritos. I'll finish it later. Then we went to SM. I helped my cousin in David's Salon to cut her hair. Then we were going to Toy Kingdom and luckily we found her brother and told to buy us Starbucks. Then he asked money to his wife and Yes. Starbuko. Lol. I got a Venti Mocha Frappe. Then while we are walking going to the carpark. They bought a Kingcorn Sweetcorn. Yeah. and we ate it in the car. Then at dinner I ate Skinless Longganisa. Lol. Don't like the other one. Don't know what's the name. Lol. Then after I ate. I End up in front of the Computer Typing this nonsense Post. Till next Blogging. Bye.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 28px; height: 18px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/103.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-8254605501109837177?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/8254605501109837177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=8254605501109837177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/8254605501109837177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/8254605501109837177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/05/sturbuckskingcornagift-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/Sh1Z7tqkuUI/AAAAAAAAACw/OWX_R9qVuGo/s72-c/Image115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-8644894315983075797</id><published>2009-05-25T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:09:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobong Pinoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bob Ong&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Roberto Ong&lt;/span&gt; is the pseudonym of a Filipino contemporary author known for using controversial Filipino to create humorous and reflective depictions of life as a Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;-Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Books of Bob Ong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ABNKKBSNPLAko?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuFF4hP2OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LjphiOCZhrA/s1600-h/abnkkbsnplako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuFF4hP2OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LjphiOCZhrA/s320/abnkkbsnplako.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340008119295531234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;his first and most popular work. The title really meant "Aba, Nakakabasa na pala Ako?!", which means "Wow, I can Read?!". I already read this one and he details his early years of his student life. I remember I read about that when you have metal toys in his days, children will worship you like a god. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit Baligtad Magbasa ng Libro ang mga Pilipino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuFZqXYDFI/AAAAAAAAACA/DwyYyonce3g/s1600-h/9719257407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuFZqXYDFI/AAAAAAAAACA/DwyYyonce3g/s320/9719257407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340008459093412946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his second book. The first book i bought. There are Erap jokes here. The best one was that Erap wants more passengers and the jeep was already stuff or full. I remember that the intro in this book says "Bawal basahin yung mga nakasulat dito". But still, i read the introduction and laugh 'cause i think in the last part of the intro says "Disiplina lang         kaya talaga ang problema sa `tin? Sigurado akong kahit sa mga sandaling         `to, may isang Pilipino na bumabasa ng nakasulat dito kahit na sinabi         nang bawal ito basahin. Tigas talaga ng ulo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuF1gCjSRI/AAAAAAAAACI/ihuVROczv8o/s1600-h/aplnh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuF1gCjSRI/AAAAAAAAACI/ihuVROczv8o/s320/aplnh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340008937358051602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his third book. I thought it was a scary book. Lol. 'Cause it say the favorite book of Judas. I didn't finish the book. I was lazy and bored. Then i stopped reading. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God:"What do I have to do to get you attention? Take out an add in the paper?&lt;br /&gt;God:"Earthlings don't treat me like an alien"&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"How can you         possibly be a self-made man?&lt;br /&gt;I specifically recall creating you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"You think it's hot here?"&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Could you         imagine the price of air&lt;br /&gt;if it were brought to you by another supplier?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Will the road you're on get you to my place?"&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Please don't         drink and drive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;       you're not quite ready to meet me yet."&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I think you're         the most beautiful person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm biased."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Follow me."&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Don't forget         your umbrella, I might water the plants today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;%&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Tao po...!"&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Ano 'yon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Magandang araw         ho!Pasensya na ho sa istorbo, may kausap yata kayo...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;God: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Hindi,         wala.  Binabasa ko lang yungmga billboard na nakikita ko sa highway. Ano'ng maipaglilingkod ko sa'yo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Itatanong         ko lang ho sana kung talagang patay na ko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Naku!          Anak, pasensya na.Wala sa akin ang mga listahan e. Baka s'ya makatulong sa'yo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Sino         ho?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Ako!&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Ako!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Ano’ng problema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;%&gt; Itatanong ko lang ho sana kung—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Ah, oo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Patay         ka na.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Pero bakit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Kailan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Paano nangyari ‘yon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Sandali…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;. - - .&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;. - - .&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; A-hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Ayon sa record mo, nagbasa ka ng libro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Ho?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;. - - .&gt; Oo... nagbasa ka nga ng libro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Siguro nakatulog ka pagkatapos magbasa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; nakalimutan         mong nasa tuktok ka ng flag pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Hindi ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; O baka naman nakasandal ka sa isang pader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; tapos         naipasok mo ang daliri mo sa isang electrical outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Hindi rin ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Aba eh wag mo na kong pahulain.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;. - - .&gt; Ikaw ang namatay, dapat alam mo kung bakit at paano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Kaya nga ho ako nagtatanong e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Sandali… may naisip ako….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Ano'ng libro ba ang binasa mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;. - - .&gt; Hindi kaya isa ka         rin sa mga nagbasa ng paboritong libro ni hudas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Oo nga ho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Bulls eye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Paano n’yo nalaman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;. - - .&gt; Hehe… marami nang nauna sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Binasa mo ang         libro pero hindi mo inalam ang mga bagay-bagay tungkol dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Sige nga, ano ba ang alam mo tungkol sa libro na ‘yon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Kahit anong tungkol sa libro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;%&gt; Basta ang alam ko, meron daw ‘yon missing chapter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;adyang tinanggal nang ipasa ng sumulat ang manuscript sa         publisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Ano pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Um… bago magkaroon ng paboritong libro si hudas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; nagkaroon         muna s'ya ng paboritong website,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; pero may pagkakaiba ang dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; …may kinalaman kaunti sila Ryan and Jacob sa libro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Sino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Basta, makikita 'yon sa search engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Pero bakit tinawag 'yong paboritong libro ni hudas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Ah, alam ko ‘yan!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trick         question ‘yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Tulad ni Fats Waller, sasagutin ka lang ng sumulat ng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;%&gt; “If         you hafta ask, you ain’t never gonna know!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;%&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Ano pa ba…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;%&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; At nga pala!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘Yung         sumulat ng libro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; hindi totoong sumali s’ya sa Laban o Bawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Marami pa kong alam tungkol sa kanya.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Gusto mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Sige lang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Sabi sa isang death clock sa Internet, hindi na raw s’ya         aabot sa taong 2049.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Sino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; ‘Yung sumulat ng paboritong libro ni hudas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Dahil masyadong matipid, buwanan lang s’ya pumasyal sa         barberya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Kung hihingan mo s’ya ngayon ng joke, ang maibibigay n’ya         sa’yo ay ang tungkol sa “horny eagle”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Alam ko rin na isa s’ya sa mga nabanggit na “Nonoy” sa         libro.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kasalukuyan s’yang         may pinagkakaabalahan na alagang hayop… at nagamit n’ya ang “F”         word nang kagatin s’ya nito habang—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Sige, sige... ayos na....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Marami ka ngang alam, pero tila yata hindi mo alam ang         pinaka importanteng bagay tungkol sa libro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pagkatapos mong basahin ito, mamamatay ka.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;%&gt; HA?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;%&gt; Sandali... alam ko biro lang ‘yon, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Depende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Hiram lang ba ang kopya mo ng libro tapos hindi mo na         ibinalik sa may-ari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Hindi ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Shoplifter ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt;  Lalong hindi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Tinapos mo lang bang basahin sa tindahan ang libro at         hindi mo binili?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Hindi rin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;. - - .&gt; Nagpa-xerox ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;%&gt; Ba’t mo alam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alamat ng Gubat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuKytO1wuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vKpTzak8orE/s1600-h/alamat+ng+gubat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuKytO1wuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vKpTzak8orE/s320/alamat+ng+gubat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340014386917786338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his fourth book. I still didn't read this book. But some time, I will. I think it's a story about animals as you see in the pictures. Tong is the main character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuNJMWsm5I/AAAAAAAAACY/QTXRAdTG4lI/s1600-h/stainlesslongganisa9up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuNJMWsm5I/AAAAAAAAACY/QTXRAdTG4lI/s320/stainlesslongganisa9up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340016972252617618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stainless Longanisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his fifth book. Another book that i still didn't read. My friend said she was touch by this book. I'll read it when I have time. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MACARTHUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuRq-xbgYI/AAAAAAAAACg/alNCM4Zp-qo/s1600-h/macarthur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuRq-xbgYI/AAAAAAAAACg/alNCM4Zp-qo/s320/macarthur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340021950768710018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Mac Arthur &lt;/em&gt;is an unflinching depiction of life in the Philippine urban underworld, and the characters that move within it. The author did not pull any punches. The image he portrayed in this short novel is as graphic as it can get. It's ugly, it's disturbing, it's disgusting, but all too real. Truth be told, I am a bit shaken by this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-theboneofcontention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I already read this book and theboneofcontention was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt; Young readers must be warned that this book contains profane language and mature themes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-8644894315983075797?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/8644894315983075797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=8644894315983075797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/8644894315983075797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/8644894315983075797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/05/bobong-pinoy.html' title='Bobong Pinoy.'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShuFF4hP2OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LjphiOCZhrA/s72-c/abnkkbsnplako.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-7104599944371385139</id><published>2009-05-25T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T04:38:39.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Confess:/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinisikmura ako ngayon. Ang sakit ng tyan/chan ko. Parang lahat ng coke, pepsi, royal, sprite at dalandan soda ininom ko. nakakainis. Tagalog yung post ko. Hahaha. Tinatamad ako magpost ng English na Post. Ayoko maglinis ng dugo. tsk. Mahirap tanggalin sa damit. Hahaha. Joke lang. Minsan magpopost din ako ng English. Hahahah. Pumunta kaming SM kaninang umaga, nagbantay lang ako ng bata. Sumakay kami dun sa PAMBATANG ferris wheel. Chaka yung PAMBATANG train. Ang bagal nung train. Sobra. Mabilis pa maglakad yung mga bata,e. Tapos yung sa ferris wheel. Feeling ko tinitignan ako lahat ng tao. Iniisip ko nalang. May bata naman akong kasama. Hahaha. Tapos... nag toykingdom sila. Bumili sila ng tigisa isa nilang toy. Araw araw naman ata ginagawa nila yun. Hindi naman araw araw. Mga bawat punta naming SM. Hahahah. Ayun. ako. Wala padin. Tapos. Napadaan ako sa Starbucks. Dumaan lang. Tapos Tinignan yung mga umiinom. Tapos. Diman lang ako napansin na gusto ko. Hahaha. Ayun. Umuwi na kami. Starbucks na sana. Naging Bato pa. wenks. Paguwi namin. Buksan ko na sana yung computer. Kaya lang. Nakalock yung pinto. Ayun. Nagbantay nalang ulit ako ng bata hanggang dumating sila. Tapos. yung maid. Natulog ba naman. tsk. Ayun. Nakakaawa. Hinintay ko magising. Nagising. Ayba. Nagtextext ba naman. Ayun. Pina akyat kuna. Tapos ayun. Nagcomputer na ako. Tapos... Ngayon palang nakita ni iana yung pic ko sa FS. Sabi ng Sabi sa FTalk na ampogi ko daw. Tapos sabi ni Eney ang tangkad ku daw. Hahahaha. Ayun. Hanggang dito nalang. Till next blog na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-7104599944371385139?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/7104599944371385139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=7104599944371385139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/7104599944371385139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/7104599944371385139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-confess.html' title='I Confess:/'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263424088012352272.post-1652278384763179350</id><published>2009-05-24T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:25:34.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camayan Beach Resort Subic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShkXpk30IWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GMcF37T-XGg/s1600-h/P5160748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShkXpk30IWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GMcF37T-XGg/s320/P5160748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339324836264288610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShkXp3-3HtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HfpfSq9mZ5E/s1600-h/P5160751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShkXp3-3HtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HfpfSq9mZ5E/s320/P5160751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339324841394118354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the way to subic. Hahaha. 2 Hours plang tulog ko dyan. kasi pumunta muna ako ng King's Royale bago punta ng Subic, tpos naglaro kami dun ng mga larong baraha, yun matatalo dun iinom ng kauti dun sa beer. Hehe. Kaya ayun. Pag dating namin dun kung saan kami kakain ng dinner Sobrang sakit ng ulo ko, tpos di ako m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;akakain ng mabuti. Ewan ko kung bakit. Uminom ako ng gamot. Biogesic yun. Tpos nawala. Kala ko wala na. Sabi pa nga nung kuya kong doctor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ooo. Tama nga si John Lloyd"&lt;/span&gt; tpos ayun. Nagpapatugtog kami ng kahit anong pwedeng ipatugtog. Pagdating sa Resort. sa Camayan Beach Resort. Nagsisi lng kami. Mas maganda pa pala sa White Rock. Walang Jet Ski sa Camayan. tsk. Ayun. Share ko lang. Natulog ako nung hapon. Nanuod sila nung High Dive sa Ocean Adventure. Ako natutulog. Pagising ko. Kakain nadaw kami ng lunch. Una nagtanong ate ko kung anong gusto ko sa Jolibee. Sabi ko 2p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cs Chicken, Kung chowking kayo sabi ko chowfan nalang.  Tapos naghintay kami. hindi pla pwedeng ipasok yung mga binili sa labas. Hahaha. No choice. Kain kami dun sa resto dun. Tapos nagswimming kami nung gabi. Hanggang 10 kami. Merong mga wirdong mga Umiilaw kulay Blue yun. Kapag dark yung suot mo. Kumakapit sila sayu. Ayun. Pagkatpos nun. Nagtulog na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShkeQZnOvTI/AAAAAAAAABA/SegPMT3AzC0/s1600-h/DSCN0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShkeQZnOvTI/AAAAAAAAABA/SegPMT3AzC0/s320/DSCN0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339332100326604082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShkeQ2pzPlI/AAAAAAAAABI/BgGDdVIy-RI/s1600-h/P5180999.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShkeQ2pzPlI/AAAAAAAAABI/BgGDdVIy-RI/s320/P5180999.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339332108122013266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O ayun, Day 2 na. Maaga akong nagising. 6 ata yun, kasi daw baka maubusan kami ng pagkain sa buffet. Hahaha. Lamig na Lamig ako nung paggising ko. Ayun. Pagkatapos kumaen, nagpahinga, tpos ayun. swimming nanaman. Ako dapat dina magswiswimming. taga kuha nalang dapat ako ng pictures. Tignan nyo yung pic sa kabila. Wala kami nung pinsan ko. Kami kasi yung kumukuha nung pic. Hahaha. tas Ayun. Nainggit ako kasi naapak ako sa tubig. Bilis balik villa ako tapos ayun. Bilis ko daw nagpalit. Iniwan ko yung mga gadgets na dala ko. Tapos nagswimming na. Hiniram ko yung Snorkel nung pampangkin ko. Tapos merong fish chaka starfish. Hahaha. Merong fish na kulay blue tapos yellow yung buntot. Tapos meron ding kulay yellow na neon tapos stripes na black. Ayun. Madaming maganda. Hehehe. Pagkatapos nun. Check out na kami. Tapos Sobrang gutom na gutom na kami. Kinakain namin sa kotse ay Ruffles. Tapos. Mainit yung pakiramdam ko. Tapos kala ko sa panahon lang. Hinawakan ko yung leeg ng ate ko. Ang lamig. Dun ko nalaman na may lagnat pala ako. Hahaha. Pag dating namin sa meat plus resto uminom agad ako nung Biogesic. Tapos kinain ko burger lng. Wala akong gana nun. Yung pinsan ko naman ang takaw. kababaeng tao pagkatapos nung steak nya. Nagorder pa nung malaking ice cream. Haha. Tapos ayun. Pauwi na kami. Naiihi ako. Lumagpas ata kami sa 4 na Gasolinahan. Yung kuya kong nagdadrive nakakalimutan nya mag stop. Ayun. Pang 6 dun plang nya natandaan Kung kailan malapit na kami sa Bahay. Hahaha. Pagdating sa Bahay deretchong tulog na ako sa sofa. Tapos pag gising ko. Rinig ko ate ko... May lagnat ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263424088012352272-1652278384763179350?l=jolocanlas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/feeds/1652278384763179350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263424088012352272&amp;postID=1652278384763179350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/1652278384763179350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263424088012352272/posts/default/1652278384763179350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolocanlas.blogspot.com/2009/05/camayan-beach-resort-subic.html' title='Camayan Beach Resort Subic.'/><author><name>jolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15773846228205459597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShfXCs0kuZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2-LUL1k6J_Q/S220/renzo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RAPd-Pg_Nm0/ShkXpk30IWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GMcF37T-XGg/s72-c/P5160748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
