<?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-23268088</id><updated>2012-02-01T22:04:53.054+08:00</updated><category term='justiniano'/><category term='lela'/><category term='Promise'/><category term='homeless world cup'/><category term='zombies'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='maruwa'/><category term='smart bro'/><category term='Oil Palm'/><category term='prison'/><category term='smart rob'/><category term='smile'/><category term='kanta'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='mama'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Political Ads'/><category term='fucked-up society'/><category term='peekings'/><category term='annie'/><category term='CRDC'/><category term='interview with God'/><category term='OFW'/><category term='bohol'/><category term='travels'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='election'/><category term='tiya'/><category term='pinoysoccer'/><category term='where&apos;s my money'/><category term='kinetic massage'/><category term='screensaver'/><category term='OWWA'/><category term='thriller'/><category term='moonshot'/><category term='life'/><category term='philippine politics'/><category term='Flops'/><category term='Discovered Reality'/><category term='fuckedupsociety'/><category term='genting highlands'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='tatay'/><category term='career'/><category term='almuranas'/><category term='POEA'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='health'/><category term='Ridgy'/><title type='text'>i am jay</title><subtitle type='html'>We can either make a living or design a life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-6922418097566385772</id><published>2009-03-02T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:29:45.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohol politics... full of crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a boholano... This article posted from the &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/regions/view_article.php?article_id=82093"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer &lt;/a&gt;and this story makes me sick big time! No wonder Bohol is one of the most Backward Province of the Philippines. The governor is one of the most backward Boholano ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boom Boom's village loses road project after boxer's loss&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By Jhunnex NapallacanVisayas BureauFirst Posted 07:06pm (Mla time) 08/12/2007Filed Under: &lt;a href="http://services.inquirer.net/tagcloud/keyword.php?tag=Boxing&amp;amp;id=478&amp;amp;imp="&gt;Boxing&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a id="'180&amp;amp;imp=" href="http://services.inquirer.net/tagcloud/keyword.php?tag="&gt; Regional authorities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CEBU CITY -- The shocking defeat of Rey "Boom-boom" Bautista by Mexico's Daniel Ponce de Leon did not only sadden his fellow Boholanos. It also cost his village a cemented road.&lt;br /&gt;A dismayed Bohol Gov. Erico Aumentado said that the plan to cement the provincial road going to Barangay Can-uling, Bautista's home village in the town of Candijay, would not push through -- for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aumentado admitted that before the fight, he promised the young Boholano boxer that the road would be cemented but only if he won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Aumentado said, he had ordered the provincial engineering office to draw up a work program for the project that would run for least a kilometer and would cost P7 million.&lt;br /&gt;But since Bautista lost the fight, and was, in fact, the only loser among six Filipino boxers in the World Cup against Mexico, there would be no cemented road leading to Boom-boom's village.&lt;br /&gt;For now, at least, the governor said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he would push through with the cementing project if Bautista would become a champion in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Boom-boom becomes a champion, I will fulfill my commitment that I will have the road passing through his barangay in Can-uling cemented. Right now, it's a no go," Aumentado said.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe later… Let's wait for the time when he becomes champion. And I am hopeful that he still has a bright future in boxing," the governor said in Cebuano in a telephone interview.&lt;br /&gt;Aumentado, who watched the fight on television, said he was dismayed that Bautista did not even last the first round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he said he shared the view of many Boholanos and others that at 21 years old, Bautista still had many more opportunities to recover from this defeat and become a champion.&lt;br /&gt;Aumentado said even ring icon Manny Pacquiao suffered defeats before he achieved fame.&lt;br /&gt;He said Bautista’s lack of experience could be a factor in his defeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Boholanos were happy because another Boholano, AJ "Bazooka" Banal, won, he said.&lt;br /&gt;But Aumentado was miffed by the error of the boxing announcer who said that Banal came from "Cebu, Philippines" when he hailed from Corilla, Bohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aumentado said Banal would receive a reward on his return. He said that Tagbilaran Mayor Dan Lim personally went to Sacramento in the United States to support the Boholano boxers.&lt;br /&gt;In Iloilo City, Ilonggos glued to television and radio sets rejoiced at the near-sweep of Filipino boxers over their Mexican opponents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was disappointed that Boom Boom lost ... but I'm still happy that we got the World Cup title," said Saldy Tabanda, 32, a layout artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iloilo-based international boxing referee Alex Vidal said the 5-1 win of the Filipino boxers showed that "we should not focus all our attention on Manny Pacquiao."&lt;br /&gt;"If all poor athletes are given the same opportunity, they can also give glory to the country," said Vidal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because of boxing, we are being noticed worldwide despite all the bad news in the country. We can win our first Olympic gold medal if we focus on and pour our funds in boxing," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Vidal said the Filipino boxers were considered underdogs before they went into the ring against their Mexican opponents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gerry's win was really dramatic. Imagine, a 35-year-old becoming world champion again," said Vidal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight for Peñalosa was his last shot at keeping up his career, added Bacolod City Rep. Monico Puentevella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-6922418097566385772?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/6922418097566385772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=6922418097566385772' title='349 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6922418097566385772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6922418097566385772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2009/03/bohol-politics-full-of-crabs.html' title='Bohol politics... full of crabs'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>349</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-6387791510803923406</id><published>2008-12-18T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:19:35.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moonshot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peekings'/><title type='text'>My first moon shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/3118075814_0a0c347a23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/3118075814_0a0c347a23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got addicted to photography. I thought my shots are not so nice though but this is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera: D60&lt;br /&gt;Lens: AF-S DX VR 18-200mm F3.5-5.6G IF-ED&lt;br /&gt;F-Stop: f/5.6&lt;br /&gt;Eposure: 1/60 sec&lt;br /&gt;Focal Legth: Full 200mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my brother architect for cropping it via photoshop...&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/23268088-6387791510803923406?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/6387791510803923406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=6387791510803923406' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6387791510803923406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6387791510803923406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-moon-shot.html' title='My first moon shot'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/3118075814_0a0c347a23_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-1844313085307402564</id><published>2008-12-14T08:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:24:09.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the month 'cold'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did promised HWC for support but I failed them... It was like feeling an itch on my throat that's not willing to stop from scratching. My wife once asked me if I did gave the footballs and I told them soon... I often go to Asian Hospital anyway so I may have some time to visit the HWC address that Mr. Formoso gave me. Actually, I kept the address on my phone, and a reminder that says... 'Jay, the footballs for HWC...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that they left off to Melbourne last week for the competition... Now I am bad as ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have still a chance? Of course, I am so sure I will be frequenting Asian Hospital for the rest of this month... and hopefully I could visit the Tuloy sa Don Bosco in Alabang. This blog will surely remind me of that more. It's published, for Christ's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Josh celebrated his 4th birthday with a bang. He was actually asking for it since September when one of his classmates celebrated his birthday at school. 'Daddy, kelan ba yung December 8?' was almost always a question of the week... and it felt good, really, listening him utter those childish questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we prepared a big celebration for him. On Friday before his birthday, he felt sick. His asthma was getting worst so we took him to our Pediatrician. Both Josh and Lela had Tonsillitis and Josh's Asthma was really bad. We did thought 'it was just a birthday habit'. On Saturday, he started vomiting with a little fever. He had fever on Sunday when he celebrated in advance but he was better than the day before. He was very happy that day. A lot of kids, a good puppeteer who made everyone laugh, no clowns (of course!) and a lot of fireworks... It was also the time when we first lit our house with Christmas lighting which my brother and I prepared for almost a week. Generally, it was really a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we sent him to hospital for dehydration. His body seem not to accept foods anymore, not even water. He peed on his pants for the first time since he was 2 and he was so weak. He had viral gastroenteritis... and his asthma was worst than ever. He complained a little on the IV. Maybe because I told him that he needed a dextrose for him to feel better... and that the ER nurse is pretty and he won't feel much pain because the nurses will be receiving bonuses because of him. He just listened to me and cried a little during the IV insertion. A few minutes, I thought he was getting better and he was already asking for a doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he is better except that he is still having a diarrhea. We are expecting him to be out by tomorrow. He is looking forward for the Christmas party in school and I too is preparing with him for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I had a CT Angiography on my Renal Artery. I was so freakingly nervous that day as I was thinking that I may be having an renal angioplasty should the result go out positive for arterial blockage. Thanks God, it's almost okay. I only have to trim down my cholesterol to normalize my BP. My skip beats will always be there said my Cardiologist. I just need to go back to gym. He made me stop having treadmill until he was so sure of the maximum parameters... now I should be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thyroids are good. I only need one more test on my urine then I will be visiting an Ophthalmologist to treat my retracted eyelid. Hopefully soon, my face will look normal. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this month a bit cold but I am sure enough everything will almost be okay by Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, I will be sending my late support to HWC guys... and cheer Mr. Formoso at least. Our yearly visit to an Orphanage, going back to gym, a better health for my kids and me and my wife actually are expecting for our third child by March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy Christmas and a great year ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-1844313085307402564?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/1844313085307402564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=1844313085307402564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1844313085307402564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1844313085307402564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/12/starting-month-cold.html' title='Starting the month &apos;cold&apos;'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-7770632810750126943</id><published>2008-10-17T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:50:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HWC Diary #29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We welcome Ninong Bito Mantecon on board the 2008 Homeless World Cup project. We received an email yesterday confirming his support and await his decision regarding which company we shall acknowledge on his behalf. Thank you Ninong Bito for accepting our invitation. Welcome, welcome, welcome. On a party note:"Kublai's Rock for Homeless Team Philippines" is a benefit party being thrown by Kublai's Rock Mongolian Bar and Grill on October 24, Friday, in Magallanes, Makati City. The owners of 'Kubs', namely: Dong Longa, Manuel de Jesus, Christian Lozano, Poch and Mike Camahort, Bito and Javy Mantecon have agreed to support the RP Seleksyon with a fund-raising bash. The players will drop by for a few 'soft drinks and juices'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PinoyHero: Jay Lagat, an OFW, emailed pinoysoccer.com wanting to contribute, in any way, to the Homeless World Cup project. He said he had some earnings from his small shop and wanted to donate to the team. He also offered to send balls. "Hey Jay. Maraming salamat po... from the entire team". Jay's in Cabuyao, Laguna. Check out his blog and see for yourself: &lt;a href="http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ardylljay.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009MilanHWC: Loloy Fuentebella will be the 2009 HWC point man in Region 4-B as plans to stage a countrywide version for next year's event continue to roll. The provinces in Region 4-B are Marinduque, Occidental Mindoro, Oriental Mindoro, Romblon and Palawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-7770632810750126943?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/7770632810750126943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=7770632810750126943' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7770632810750126943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7770632810750126943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/10/hwc-diary-29.html' title='HWC Diary #29'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-3315775059923452429</id><published>2008-10-17T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:48:13.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HWC Diary #28</title><content type='html'>By 10am, the team had climbed the Gawad Kalinga stage and introduced itself to thousands of kids, parents and GK volunteers. The RP Seleksyon to the Homeless World Cup was presented on stage and as each gave his/her name and age over the microphone, one could sense both nervousness and pride in their voices. The stage presentation at the Gawad Kalinga Expo Anniversary was a new experience for each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, IMAGINE THIS ONE! ----- Coaches Hans Smit, Jess Landagan and Marlon Maro, Jeepney mag publisher Bill Shaw, and ABS-CBN TV Host Atom Araullo got into the hard court with the RP Seleksyon to the delight of camera men from ABS-CBN 2 and IBC-13. ABS-CBN was there to take footage for their 'Kalye' TV program that Atom hosts while IBC shot footage for their tri-network simulcast of One Morning over channels 4, 9 and 13 on Tueday, the 14th. For over 30-minutes, pinoy football legends Hans Smit, Jess Landagan and Marlon Maro went toe to toe against the Seleksyon. It made for great TV footage, memories for the players, and huffing and puffing moments for the 'RP Seniors'.&lt;br /&gt;De La Salle University coach Hans Smit visited, played and gave motivational talk to the players before and after scrimmages; Atom Araullo did a fairly long TV-interview with player Ron Ron which will be featured in the 'Kalye' TV show soon. Good Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the afternoon, the Seleksyon was the guest for over an hour in the only football show on Philippine radio....Football Connection, 12:15-1:30 every Saturday, and hosted by Cecile Quimlat and top coach Bob Salvacion over AM station 918 DZSR (Sports Radio).&lt;br /&gt;When asked by Cecile which were his memorable moments since being named to the Seleksyon, player RonRon said, "the dinners".&lt;br /&gt;Those dinners could mean our eating out in Jollibee, McDonalds, Chow King, Max, all the after-practice food...or Kublais Rock or Amici pizza pasta or some canteen. But the wonderful thing in his answer is the honesty and sincerity. This is the stuff that gives off the good feelings for the team and the main reason why they are liked. Of course, they love the football training and the practices...but the meals mean so much too. They understand Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are seven (7) weekends to kickoff in Melbourne, Australia. The team continues to work on its character and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009MilanHWC:Tito Clemente, chief of Butuan-Agusan del Norte Football Association has confirmed interest to organize Region 13, CARAGA, for the September, 2009 Milan tournament. Provinces in that region include Agusan del Norte, Agusan del Sur, Dinagat Islands, Surigao del Norte and Surigao del Sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... RP Lady Booters bowed out of the AFF Women's Championships after being beaten 7-0 by Australia and 12-0 by Thailand... One thing for sure, we will back next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-3315775059923452429?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/3315775059923452429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=3315775059923452429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3315775059923452429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3315775059923452429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/10/hwc-diary-28.html' title='HWC Diary #28'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-6678122671436046043</id><published>2008-10-17T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:03:03.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P6.93M Contingency Fund and an Underequipped PNP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Philippine National Police delegates to Russia were provided by the Philippine government 6.93 million pesos as contingency fund. A fund, just in case, will be used for emergency purposes in Russia. That's it, 6.93 Million Pesos as emergency fund for some PNP generals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Possibly for a purchase of tons of caviar and thousands of liters of vodka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we all know, there are about 20% of the PNP personnel who have no guns. The SWAT patrol car of Calamba City PNP looks more like a push cart to me than a Toyota FX. A police outpost in Cabuyao is more like a 'tambayan' than an outpost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here's my take on how far the contingency fund will go if smartly spent by the PNP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. 770 Norinco 9mm pistols. Twinpines at Festival Mall sells Norinco cal. 9mm at around PhP 9,000.00. This means there will be 700 more police officers that can be armed with a P6.93M budget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. 300 MAP1 Tanfoglio/Armscor pistols. I bought mine at PhP21,000.00 at Aquila Trading at Harrison Plaza, Malate. This means that there will be 300 more police officers that can be armed with a P6.93M budget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. 141,428.571 liters of premium gasoline. At 10 liters budget allocation per day per patrol car, the P6.93M budget can fuel 200 patrol cars for 70 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Seven ambulances for the SOCO officers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. If one set of PNP uniform costs P6,000.00, the P6.93M budget could dress around 1,100 police personnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. If one set of shoes for the PNP personnel costs P2500.00, the P6.93M budget could be provided for 2,772 police officers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. If the basic salary for entry level Police Rank (PO1) is P12,000.00 per month, the P6.93M budget could feed 577 police officers and the families for a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. 6,900 units of electric fans for the Police Outposts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. 200 units of personal computers for the Police Outposts which still uses the outdated typewriters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. 8 more patrol cars, 30 more M4A1 carbines for the SWAT officers, 120 units of AK47's, 866,250 rounds of reload pistol ammos, 330,00 rounds of factory load ammos... and a lot more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does the contingency fund for the generals and wives in Moscow really worth it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-6678122671436046043?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/6678122671436046043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=6678122671436046043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6678122671436046043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6678122671436046043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/10/p693m-contingency-fund-and.html' title='P6.93M Contingency Fund and an Underequipped PNP'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-5228450265368753510</id><published>2008-10-11T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:32:18.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless World Cup Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From now on, I will be posting the Homeless World Cup Diaries and everything about Philippine Football. The HWC posts are republished from the emails I received from Mr. Ed Formoso of &lt;a href="http://thejeepney.com"&gt;thejeepney.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HWC Diary #27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RP Selection to the &lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Homeless World Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; found its story in Page 1 of the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last Sunday...we was speechless....as in 'We'. The HWC was 'front-paged' and we could only stare and read and re-read all day. Thanks to &lt;span&gt;Elvira&lt;/span&gt; Mata for writing it as it is...and then some. To add height to the Sunday high, Krista Montealegre, sportswriter for The Manila Times came out with her piece on the team too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Business Mirror sports columnist and blogger Rick Olivares had his say in an aptly titled piece, '&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;The Home Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. Rick also posted the video he took on you-tube, which can now be seen on the team's two partner websites: &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://pinoysoccer.com/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;pinoysoccer.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://pffmanila.org/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;pffmanila.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Wednesday, the players were in 10 newspapers  after their appearance at the&lt;br /&gt;Philippine SportsWriters Association forum courtesy of host, Bong Pedralvez. It's been an incredible first four days of the week for the RP 'Seleksyon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night was at dinner with Ninong Mike Camahort in his Kublai's Rock Mongolian Bar and Grill. All the players and all their coaches received goodies from the big boss of 2Go, who is sponsoring the team's trip to the final camp in &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bacolod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Ninong Charlie Cojuangco, November 9-24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Go caps and T-shirts for all. The team got interviewed in-between desserts. Lots of pics and goodies from 2Go. Kublai's Rock part-owner and manager Poch Camahort, older brother of Mike, laid it out on the table for the team. And before &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;heading home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from this past-bedtime affair, the players were treated to something else-----"Take Out's!" The players took home another round of dinner for their midnight snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On public transports back to their institutions, the team traveled stuffed but verily satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a quieter note, team Ninong Danny Moran sent a mass card and money as donation for the burial of little Diana, Nomer's 6-year old sister. After telling Nomer about Danny's financial assistance, Nomer remained silent for a few long seconds. And then he whispered the meekest "Thank you po" you'll ever hear. We heard his heart speak. And then we were speechless. "Thank you Danny, from everyone here."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127);"&gt;2009MilanHWCnews:&lt;/span&gt; Dave Araral of the South Cotabato Football Association has agreed to work with us in the Milan &lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;"&gt;Homeless World Cup&lt;/span&gt; qualifiers. Dave will head Region 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.aseanfootball.org/news_d.asp?id=641"&gt;Asean Football Federation&lt;/a&gt; website, Philippine Lady Booters defeated Singapore 3-1 on their first match of the AFF Women's Championships in Vietnam. Rachelle Delos Reyes found her header just two minutes into the game but equalized three minutes later by Sun Jie's freekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruchell Latap scored on the 23rd minute and skipper Marielle Benitez put up the finishing goal on the 88th minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine Lady Booters will meet Australia later today. The Aussies beat last year's runner Thailand on an impressive 2-0 win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Philippines!&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/23268088-5228450265368753510?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/5228450265368753510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=5228450265368753510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5228450265368753510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5228450265368753510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/10/homeless-world-cup-diary.html' title='Homeless World Cup Diary'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-1045370627814453711</id><published>2008-10-07T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:25:27.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless world cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoysoccer'/><title type='text'>Homeless World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/SOrkW2_JreI/AAAAAAAAACs/bD5Yu42nKKE/s1600-h/hwc_ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/SOrkW2_JreI/AAAAAAAAACs/bD5Yu42nKKE/s200/hwc_ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254262996649749986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read a 'surprising' article from Philippine Daily Inquirer last Sunday about the Homeless World Cup that will be held at Melbourne Australia this coming December. 'Surprising' because I haven't seen much newspaper articles for football here in the Philippines where Basketbal is really popular. 'Surprising' because our Basketball-crazy nation is sending a contingent to the Homeless World Cup. This will be the first time and we have the youngest teams of the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a football fan myself (and I never been a fan of basketball), I could only wish our Philippine Football Federation (PFF) could have done so much to promote the Beautiful Game. Ironically, PFF was one of the founding Football Associations of the Asian Football Confederation (AFC) and up to this year, we still haven't qualified for the ASEAN Football Federations Cup. We were better last year though but we still never got through the preliminaries. We even pitted some Fil-Foreigners for the Philippine Team but still did not got through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December, we are sending our Youth Team to the Homeless World Cup. I would say our team is well prepared, supported, very determined... and 'homeless.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to pinoysoccer (www.pinoysoccer.com), a handfull of ninongs already expressed support for the team. The Philippine Daily Inquirer, Eric Guttierez of SR Metals Inc., Danny Moran of Amici Pizza, Monchu Garcia Accel Sports, Superferry, GNC Philippines are few of the Ninongs and more are chipping in including individuals who just want to help these kids take another chance in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know more about our Homeless World Cup National Team at www.pinoysoccer.com and the PDI article &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view/20081005-164664/Homeless-footballers-lace-up-for-World"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the clip made by &lt;a href="http://bleachersbrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-team.html"&gt;Bleachers' Brew&lt;/a&gt; and NTDTV.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9fzcuMkqYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9fzcuMkqYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rPji8Zq03I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rPji8Zq03I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to our National Team, good luck guys. Though you are not yet known, you will have a name soon... All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to support, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pinoysoccer.com"&gt;PinoySoccer&lt;/a&gt; website.&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/23268088-1045370627814453711?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/1045370627814453711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=1045370627814453711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1045370627814453711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1045370627814453711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/10/homeless-world-cup.html' title='Homeless World Cup'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/SOrkW2_JreI/AAAAAAAAACs/bD5Yu42nKKE/s72-c/hwc_ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-209306828004915425</id><published>2008-09-14T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:27:31.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screensaver'/><title type='text'>Just a screensaver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My good friend just shared this to me... i just want to keep the chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is a chain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="God" src="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/banners/232x120.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pathways-to-peace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Inspirational Quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the image above if you have some time to think about life... cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-209306828004915425?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/209306828004915425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=209306828004915425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/209306828004915425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/209306828004915425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-screensaver.html' title='Just a screensaver...'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-1443813237995268056</id><published>2008-09-09T16:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:27:25.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinetic massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justiniano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annie'/><title type='text'>Annie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me and my wife decided to celebrate Lela's birthday at our newly renovated home together with the house blessing too. It was also the time when my father-in-law's cousins and relatives could come together and have a little reunion of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was fun. Lela, as usual, was so aloof and didn't care if it was her big day. She was just trying to isolate herself until we decided to take her to our bedroom with my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, one person came out 'loudly' out of the small crowd. She was the wife of Ella's cousin. She claimed to be the first AIDS nurse in the Philippines stationed at RITM. She also claimed that she attended most of the high profile AIDS patients.... and she claimed she is one of the very few certified Kinetic Massage Therapists in the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmmm... Kinetic massage. Sounds interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As it was new to us, my wife was immediately interested with it. She was complaining about feeling this and that, about being big, and about her long awaited menstruation even after the injectable contraceptive lapsed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, as this lady was so 'versed' with some medical terms, she then suddenly offered to Ella (and to my sister) a 30-day massage session package. I was hesitant at first but Ella already decided to take the package. With the massage package, she claimed that it can cure a lot of illness like hypertension, stress, heart attack, etc... and that's it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following weekend she came. She brought two weighing scales, two sets of abdominal  bandage, and a vaginal dusch bottle. The first session was great. Ella and Joy claimed to have felt better after the massage... Ella also felt good after the dusching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then suddenly she came to me... 'Hala! Na stroke ka!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What? Stroke? Shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was alarmed and was convinced to have myself took the package. She did my forehead, my scalp, and my arms. She claimed that I really had a stroke while pointing to some curled up veins right above my right eyebrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following week, she claimed that she too can sense paranormal beings. Then she claimed I have a third eye. Freaking third eye and after that I felt something fishy about her. My wife and my sister too. Then my in-laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then she make some stories.... and troubles... and then the rest was history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what's with the story? The following happened from the day she came:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Ella paid in advanced some sessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. The weighing scale costs Php 2,500.00. When Ella canvassed from Watson's, it only costs P350.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. The bandages cost P500.00 and claimed it was dipped with some freaking herbal medicine. In Watson's, it only cost Php 70.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. She sold us some freaking miracle fruit tree for P2,500.00 per plant. My in-laws took 2 trees, and she claimed she bought 2 trees for Ella... and until now the trees where nowhere to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. She sold us an eye patch for P500.00 and as soon as I had the patch, I exclaimed... "Sa eroplano to a!" Then she told me that it was not the patch that she was selling. Taena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Ah... the freaking virgin coconut oil worth thousands of pesos and weeks later, there was no virgin coconut frealking oil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. I have a freaking third eye... hehehe! She claimed the I have a paranormal friend who is Malaysian Indian who was following me eversince. Nyahahahahahahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. She claimed that our house help took half of her money and everyone was in trouble. Later we found out that she actually made it all up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. And most of all we were swindled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her name is Annie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-1443813237995268056?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/1443813237995268056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=1443813237995268056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1443813237995268056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1443813237995268056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/09/annie.html' title='Annie'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-74371019218405939</id><published>2008-09-03T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:06:39.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart rob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart bro'/><title type='text'>Smart Rob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I decided to subscribe to the pre-paid broadband service from Smart Communications to speedup my communication to my potential customers. This is the one the you connect a wireless modem (or whatever that is) to your computer via USB port and with a 3G signal... tada! you are now connected to the internet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at least....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;errrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;suckers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realize, I am being robbed everytime I log on... read it ROBBED! 10 precious hard earned pesos everytime I log on. Up to 7x faster than dial-up? Do I hear it right? or is it up to 7x smarter than a bank robberer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come on Smart, your system sucks! Your internet product is so slow (much slower than the freaking dial-up) even with a 3G signal and most of the time I had to restart my connection and have my blood pressure go up while restarting it, you freakin robberers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You guys are not far of than any other criminals out there! May you rest in Jail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I am using PLDT broadband right now and this afternoon I'll enrol to Digitel to have my small shop connected and not SMART ROBBED!&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/23268088-74371019218405939?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/74371019218405939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=74371019218405939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/74371019218405939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/74371019218405939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/09/smart-rob.html' title='Smart Rob!'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-5477955515245696785</id><published>2008-08-22T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:41:58.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>A Year That Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A year and a day since I last blogged. Things have happened, some bad... most were good. Some were just plain stupidity, most were fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here are some!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still into selling. I do freelance with a Malaysian company doing business with the Semiconductors and Electronics Industry. Hopefully soon, a factory will be opened here and I know it would open up another opportunity for me. The only thing  I really missed about is working in a corporate world. There were times that I thought I made a bad decision with my career. Sometimes I feel like  my career is going nowhere. But looking into the other side, I can see beautiful things. Now, I can easily explore on how I want to live my life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, I opened up a small business in Cabuyao. It is a small one but I can see bigger things out of it. Actually, it is my second one, the first didn't go out that well. I tried franchising, together with a good friend, but it was not successful. We failed in the very basic fundamentals... Supply and Demand, freaking location and timing! It was also the time when food prices was going up. So it happened... And I am crossing my fingers now. Hopefully my second venture goes out fine... as my savings is dwindling... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another one in the near future? There is one feasible plan and it is really big. This will really make me proud of myself!!! hay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Great things have happened, I believe. My wife and I got to spend a lot of time with each other, we now talk a lot more with so much ease. We now have time to travel together. We went to Bohol, Cebu, Hong Kong, and soon in Bora and Singapore. Unlike before when I was traveling back and forth to Malaysia almost every week. Damn it was horrible at times. Now, I got to spend so much time with my kids! I came to realize how fast time flies that I didn't notice I am sending Josh to Kumon since February and he's now at Junior Casa at a montessori school in Calamba. Next year will be Lela's turn... and just recently &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we're pregnant again! Tatlo na!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So people think I am blessed? Yes, I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This one is on the downside... I have a slight thyroid abnormality, hyperthyroidism. In effect, my right eyelid is retracted. My Ophthalmologist was telling me that he can't do much about it unless I consider Botox treatment. My Endocrinologist was telling me that she can;t do much about it because my lab results are still within the normal range! So, next week I'm going to see another Endocrinologist to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a dilated left ventricle, an obstructed left renal artery and magnesium deficiency. That's why my blood pressure went up to 170/110 at one point. Now I am taking four pills to control my BP, my cholesterol, and to normalize the magnesium content of my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I going to be healthy again? That remains to be seen. Of course, it still depends on how I discipline myself. At least, I seldom drink alcohol now... I mean very seldom and my intake is very minimal... One thing I missed though is eating a lot of pork... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those were some significant things that happened to me. Until now, my Oil Palm plantation is still a dream. It came close to reality but some misunderstanding happened and it left me wandering around for some time. Hopefully soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup! Hopefully soon!&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/23268088-5477955515245696785?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/5477955515245696785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=5477955515245696785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5477955515245696785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5477955515245696785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/08/year-that-was.html' title='A Year That Was'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-2481302307113479463</id><published>2008-08-22T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:41:57.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back again!</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly a year and a day since I last blogged... the last time I thought I was saying goodbye to blogging, I thought it was the last. But I still find myself browsing to somebody else's blogs and I missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back! Again... Could be once in a while though, but at least I know I am going back to writing some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am welcoming myself again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-2481302307113479463?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/2481302307113479463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=2481302307113479463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/2481302307113479463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/2481302307113479463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m back again!'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-5426914898884931689</id><published>2007-08-21T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:21:26.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maruwa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OFW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>An OFW journey ends here</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MfNzAPyb5MU"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MfNzAPyb5MU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All things are coming to an end. And more things are coming for a brand new start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After flying more than 70,000 miles and 21 months of beng an OFW here in Malaysia, I decided to leave and go back home to be with my family full time in Manila. I just realized that though money is an important aspect of my family's survival, being away from my wife and kids is taking its toll. So before anything else comes to worst, I am going back to my 'Kampung.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my colleagues in Maruwa Malaysia, thank you for the good times (and for the not so very good times) and may we still be in touch with each other despite the distance. You guys are just wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So long, amigos! Terima Kasih untuk persehabatan diantara kita duwa-puluh satu bulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-5426914898884931689?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/5426914898884931689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=5426914898884931689' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5426914898884931689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5426914898884931689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/08/ofw-journey-ends-here.html' title='An OFW journey ends here'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-3693837712472647460</id><published>2007-08-05T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:37:06.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lela'/><title type='text'>Speechless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RrS4XhEK9aI/AAAAAAAAACU/d8v_k3AAzBM/s1600-h/DSC00525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094899792615241122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RrS4XhEK9aI/AAAAAAAAACU/d8v_k3AAzBM/s200/DSC00525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lela's latest picture at 13 months old... Ella took this the day I left for Malaysia on 22nd July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-3693837712472647460?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/3693837712472647460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=3693837712472647460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3693837712472647460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3693837712472647460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/08/speechless.html' title='Speechless...'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RrS4XhEK9aI/AAAAAAAAACU/d8v_k3AAzBM/s72-c/DSC00525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-8504353319200211201</id><published>2007-08-05T04:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:30:53.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>Prison Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After more than 3.7 million views on YouTube, this video is one of the hottest in the web. I never thought this is possible especially in prisons. Hats of to Mr. Byron Garcia. You're damn good, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... can we do it at the Philippine Congress and Senate as well? They surely need some show of discipline like this... Both houses of congress are thought to be a haven of thieves anyway... Might be a good idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-8504353319200211201?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/8504353319200211201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=8504353319200211201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8504353319200211201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8504353319200211201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/08/prison-zombies_05.html' title='Prison Zombies'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-3202244641138196387</id><published>2007-07-02T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:56:00.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridgy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWWA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OFW'/><title type='text'>Meet Ridgy Vicars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw her surrounded by people who were listening to her story... Though quite a common sight for me, the stories of these individuals almost always struck me. Hookers raided and sent back to Manila or a Mom desperately rushed back home to see an ailling child or a maid maltreated and escaped with nothing but a prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am an OFW and whatever that means is to other people, I am sick and tired of being one. Although the pay is more than the usual in Manila, the price I pay for being away from my family for a period of time is a punishment. The only thing that keeps me going is my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And for other OFWs, it is crossing a very thin line between survival and death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I queued last as passengers of Air Asia AK32 rushed to catch a good seat. I just thought to myself that I am guaranteed a seat anyway so why the rush? I didn't mind. Then I noticed some people asked a sobbing lady some questions... like 'What happened to you?' 'Have you reported this to our embassy?' 'Did you enter Malaysia legally?' 'Are you registered with the POEA?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked her, as if I knew her or maybe I am just gossiper or whatever itching for some news. She answered she was not registered with the POEA and OWWA but she entered Malaysia legally complete with papers. I just told her, whatever it is, she is not protected by these agencies (and at the back of my mind, are these agencies really would protect me just in case???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She sat by the window and I was by the aisle... and she has a story to tell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On September last year, a friend named Ivy enticed her to work in Malaysia. The job, she said, was being a personal assistant of a businessman. For wanting to go abroad, she convinced her husband to take the opportunity. She will be leaving her four kids and a part-time buy and sell business, a good life... just for a RM500.00 monthly salary (about PhP 7,000.00) and the promise of travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her husband financed her processing fee of PhP 20,000.00 from their savings. These were paid to Ivy with mock reciepts signed by Ivy's mother within three weeks of October last year. Within days, the plane ticket came and an invitation from her employer duly certified by the Malaysian authorities. Although, she had doubts on the transactions, she was confident because Ivy is a family friend and they have known her for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On 30 November 2006, Clark immigration officers tried to stop her fro boarding the plane for the reason that she was not a registered OFW with the POEA and OWWA but she insisted and paid the immigration officers PhP 5,000.00 just to make her through the immigration gate. I didn't surprised me though. In this part of the world, one has to be crooked and the other has to be a fool to live a life. Of course, these immigration officers will not admit that they were paid... who would?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Malaysia, she was locked-up for seven months. She would tend to their employer's kids, clean the house, feed on some left over foods, seldom bath... and a prayer that someday she will get through all these misseries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She would lose 20kilos. She would be standing by the window hoping that some neighbors will notice her. She would write a journal and then was later burned by her employer. She would be calling the Philippine Embassy in KL and there is no fucking human being that would answer the phone... She would write notes and throw at the window and hoping that somebody will pick it up and report to the authorities. She would stare at the photos of her family and cry all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, one of the neighbors noticed it and called her husband in Manila. The husband, notified Ivy of her situation and would call the employer. Like a hostage, she would answer them favorable questions for her employer... and the situation would be harsher. Threatened her of rape and cut her hairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lasf Friday, her employer decided to send her back to Manila. Nothing but only RM30.00 (around PhP 400.00)was given to her... not a salary. It can't even be called a fucking allowance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the plane, she would sob. I don't even know how to comfort her. She would pray and then sob. I bought her a meal and she told me that she is no longer used to eating. I just insisted and when she took the first bite, she was crying hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is her story. I know there are countless more like her, even worst. No matter what the odds, most of us would just grab a promise of a better life abroad and for the family left here. And the country would just keep on sending it's flock abroad to survive. More will be blessed, and some will be doomed... Just for this country to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There maybe some lawyers out there would want to help Ridgy, please. At least, take her life back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridgy Vicars&lt;br /&gt;#50 Ilang-Ilang St,&lt;br /&gt;Pasong Putik, Novaliches,&lt;br /&gt;Quezon City&lt;br /&gt;+63916 6124373&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully, no longer will a Filipino leave this country for a promise of a better life... Hopefully...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-3202244641138196387?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/3202244641138196387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=3202244641138196387' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3202244641138196387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3202244641138196387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/07/meet-ridgy-vicars.html' title='Meet Ridgy Vicars'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-7555149581427004538</id><published>2007-06-28T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:52:00.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oil Palm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>A Wandering Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RoOEUlu2nuI/AAAAAAAAACM/5n-X0Vyh0pI/s1600-h/palmier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081050293864931042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RoOEUlu2nuI/AAAAAAAAACM/5n-X0Vyh0pI/s200/palmier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from the dead and I can’t believe it’s been 3 months since I last blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mind was just wandering around lately. I don’t see myself in the future the way I plan to be… The heck. What else can I say ‘living’ in this fucked up place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am complaining! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hell, I was dreaming too despite the fact most of the time my mind was wandering around… and I guess it’s worth posting. Just to keep myself reminded in the future that there was one time in my life that I have dreamed so much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Oil Palm Dream…&lt;br /&gt;My Oil Palm Dream…&lt;br /&gt;My Oil Palm Dream…&lt;br /&gt;My Oil Palm Dream…&lt;br /&gt;My Oil Palm Dream…&lt;br /&gt;My Oil Palm Dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called an old friend last March. Just wanting to wish him luck on his birthday… Then he told me… “Bro, magtanum na lang ko… Rubber Tree… Didto sa Siquijor bai. Gikapoy na ko diri Cagayan bai, hinay ang kinabuhi…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! All the while, the oil palm and rubber tree plantations here amazed me. Why I didn’t at least hear these trees in the Philippines…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked if I could pitch in. He was planning by the middle of next year so I still have time to align my mind and focus on planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother told me that there is actually a plantation and a government supported outgrowers in Bohol and the following week, a hometown friend contacted me while I was on my way to Clark Airport. He told me that Balilihan, Bohol is one of the places where the potential for Oil Palm growers are good. I just happen to have at least 10has of unused land for farming….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need some investors… The stakes are really good…. Hopefully, planting starts on January next year, God willing. I’ll just have to work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to Dorb just now telling me that his Siquijor plots are not feasible, he might as well pitch in with mine. Ella and I will be going to Bohol on August and see things through. Hopefully, we could start at least something. One of our ninongs is very interested about it… I just have to find way to convert his interest to investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, with a mind wandering around… I dream and it doesn’t stop here and it never should...&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/23268088-7555149581427004538?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/7555149581427004538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=7555149581427004538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7555149581427004538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7555149581427004538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/06/wandering-mind.html' title='A Wandering Mind'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RoOEUlu2nuI/AAAAAAAAACM/5n-X0Vyh0pI/s72-c/palmier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-6851976595462866299</id><published>2007-04-09T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:54:17.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genting highlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where&apos;s my money'/><title type='text'>What happened to him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RhocpOPGmiI/AAAAAAAAACE/pbnax5wwPew/s1600-h/Image048_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7743861@N06/452201431/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="275" alt="Image048_edited" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/452201431_bc9c7db39c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taken last 24 March 2007 at the hotel entrance in Genting Highlands. The chinese guy may had a very tragic casino nightmare the night before... &lt;a href="http://iamcylan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seellan&lt;/a&gt; in the foreground is making fun out of him. tsk tsk tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-6851976595462866299?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/6851976595462866299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=6851976595462866299' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6851976595462866299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6851976595462866299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-happened-to-him.html' title='What happened to him?'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/452201431_bc9c7db39c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-5590977656608674128</id><published>2007-04-01T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:11:17.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>To Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Ella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three years since we exchanged vows, hon, and it's been quite a bumpy ride. We both know our relationship was not perfect, despite the efforts of making it perfect. It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7743861@N06/452315777/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Image069" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/243/452315777_b32bab4d6d_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hon, when Josh came, my world stopped for a moment. I knew you had been through a tough day, you were in pain. But you just showed me how you detached from the labor pains while you were sleeping after the operation. You complained about the pains the next day but you showed me how to be strong when in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still remember when you cried learning that Josh has to be left in the hospital when you were discharged two days later. I felt you broke down that afternoon when you asked of my hugs but you still tried to be strong. I still remember when you were asking me after my visits to Josh on how he looked like... or if I was able to hug him... or when was Josh discharged from the nursery... And I still remember how happy you were hugging Josh for the first time when he was discharged. I felt it, hon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7743861@N06/452315769/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="24032007068" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/235/452315769_a55856547b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Lela came. This time, you were well prepared. I remember you told me that Lela looks like Josh when you were just transfered to your room after the operation. You told me that Lela looks pretty and it brought laughter in me, hon, knowing the good news straight from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have wonderful kids, hon. Despite the bumpy ride, at the end of the day, both of them eases our pressures. Lela loves to kiss, Josh loves to hug. Aren't they sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a bumpy ride, hon, and I know there will be more bumps ahead. I know I have my share of things, I understand that I have hurt you, I understand that I may have cross some lines... and I am sorry about all those things. Know that I will try my best not to hurt you in everything that I do. My world revolves around the three of you, hon, and I will make sure that I will keep it this way. No compromises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to thank you for all these years, hon. We are moving forward, I believe. There will be more bumps ahead, for sure. Just hold on to what we believe, hon. I know we will make it through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7743861@N06/452315779/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="07042007093" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/251/452315779_11956cd0d6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you and I'm still in love with you. Happy Anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-5590977656608674128?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/5590977656608674128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=5590977656608674128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5590977656608674128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5590977656608674128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-ella.html' title='To Ella'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/243/452315777_b32bab4d6d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-6509898519665423959</id><published>2007-03-01T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T07:26:24.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tatay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OFW'/><title type='text'>Fried rice and scrambled eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was in the mid-90s when I decided to leave home to pursue my high school education. Life was tough in Cagayan de Oro that my mama was really struggling for us to live another day. I knew I had to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my mom one afternoon sleeping, tired. We had no electricity that time and it was so hot that day. Mama was lying on bed, tired, and I could see perspiration dripping down on her forehead… I just stopped at our bedroom door staring at her… “Kapoy na kaayo si mama…” was on my thoughts and I can still remember how I felt that afternoon. I felt like I was not helping her much and I thought I had to do something for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me decide to leave for Bohol. All I knew was I had to finish at least high school somewhere else. That was the first time I had a goal. Finish at least high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life was tougher. For two years I was a houseboy and at the same time studying. I had to earn it and I think that experience was worth taking. Tatay Rudy (SLN) was tough that it came to the point that I hated him so much. But later on I realized he was just trying to mold me, indirectly though, but he really made something good for me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was a letter from my mama or from Joy maybe, or from papa, which I believed he wouldn’t… I just wanted to know how were they back home, or maybe I just want to know if they missed me. The letters were seldom coming, sometimes, once in months. But I didn’t stop me from writing them a letter at least once in two weeks. It was my only way to at least express my madness. I remember that time, a postage stamp was worth a peso and I had to ask from my aunts (mama’s sisters) on a Tuesday, a market day. Tatay would give me money, of course, but a peso or five from my aunts was really special for me. I remember Tiya Ining (SLN) would hug me when I visited her small kakanin stall in the market or she would complain in tears if she couldn’t give me something. Tiya Inyang was really nice. She was like mama. She would talk to me like I am her own kid… and I felt like I was talking to mama also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really looked forward for Tuesdays those days. It felt like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forget one day when my friends threw me a “mañanita” for the first time. Mañanita was an old practice when friends would serenade you on your birthday at dawn. It was really nice and I really felt like I was really special, damn big time! Maybe, I was just trying to fit around or was insecure that I really wanted a boost… at least that day. It happened again but I was expecting it. It was not as fun as the first one though but it still felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those were the days. Like before, I am alone here in a bit strange place. I could only expect a call from my wife, hear my son’s voice over the phone or my daughter’s cries… Last night, I could only look outside from my room’s window watching the rain… no mañanita to expect, no friends coming, just me. No suman or biko to take but fried rice and scrambled eggs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m 31 today… and I am missing my family more…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-6509898519665423959?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/6509898519665423959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=6509898519665423959' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6509898519665423959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6509898519665423959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/03/fried-rice-and-scrambled-eggs.html' title='Fried rice and scrambled eggs'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-7246487863372754155</id><published>2007-02-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:41:44.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OFW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Missing my family for the nth time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took a couple of blottles of beer last night just to make me sleep. Like most of my scheduled departure for Malaysia, I had a hard time sleeping the night before. So I took my usual medication for sleep deprivation, San Mig Light! hahaha!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm went on at around 4:45am and I had this feeling of not going to stand up from bed. I just hugged my son while feeding him. I look at my 9-month old daugther while she was sound asleep. She seem very peaceful sleeping and that seem to start a very good day for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife, Ella, was still either half awake or half sleeping. I made a little embrace to before setting off for a bath...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that started my day today. Early morning wake-up call for the usual travel to Malaysia... feeling saddened by the fact that I'll be leaving again my family and be alone again for the next week or two. But on the other hand, I feel good knowing that I am doing this for them, for my family's future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing Josh's songs, cries, and his wits. I am missing Lela's kisses. I am missing Ella's company and her mumbles and her laughter. I am missing their love. I am missing the joy of being with them.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I take the ride going to Clark, then goes the feeling of emptiness setting in. Maybe, I was enjoying more and more the company of my kids each day or I am missing the milestones that my kids have while I am away, or I will be missing the company of my wife for the next few days... these thoughts make me feel depressed and tired... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived here in Malacca. Tomorrow will be a new day and the next days and I look forward for coming back home again in a week of two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I missed them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-7246487863372754155?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/7246487863372754155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=7246487863372754155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7246487863372754155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7246487863372754155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/02/missing-my-family-for-nth-time.html' title='Missing my family for the nth time...'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-4777470667781761537</id><published>2007-02-16T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:13:59.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OFW'/><title type='text'>This time I worth the cent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Pre, narining mo na ba ang kantang 'Tatsulok' ni Bamboo?" tanong ko dun sa isang matalik kong kaibigan sa skype...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi pa, ano yun?" pabalik nyang tanong sa akin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pinadala ko na lang yung link ng website ni &lt;a href="http://www.bamboo.com.ph/"&gt;Bamboo&lt;/a&gt; para nya marinig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi ko makita..." balik nya sa king pagkaraan ng ilang minuto... "ano ba nilalaman nun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Makabayan dre yung kanta, narinig ko lang sa magic 89.9 at nakarelate ako agad..." balik ko sa kanya. Natutuwa lang siguro ako dahil magaling ang marketing ni Bamboo sa isang makabayang kanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naks! makabayan!" kumento nya na may halong pang-aasar. "Makabayan na sa ibang bayan nagtratrabaho... nyahahahahahaha!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan lang naman kami paminsan-minsan. Asaran sa text or sa skype lalo pag nababato sa harap ng PC. At medjo nakakalamang ko palagi sa pang-aasar... hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbibiro lang ang pare ko. Pero napaisip din ako dun sa biruan na yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung isang araw, nabasa ko naman ang isang post ni &lt;a href="http://shiokculture.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bean&lt;/a&gt; na ang pamagat ay "&lt;a href="http://shiokculture.blogspot.com/2007/02/ofw-bayaning-taksil.html"&gt;OFW:Bayaning Taksil&lt;/a&gt;." Maiksi lang ang post na yun pero yun ay isang mapait na katotohanan sa aming mga OFW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ano nga ba? May halaga ba talaga kaming mga OFW sa bayan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung isang buwan, nalaman ko na kailangan ko naman magbayad ng buwis sa Malaysia. Katakot-takot ang buwis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Jay, if you stay here less than 90 days last year, you will have to pay at least RM11,000.00 but if you stayed more you will only pay less than RM2000.00. Deadline of payments will be on 30April2007." Our company's accountant told me such terrible news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nadagdagan na naman ang kataksilan ko sa mahal kong bayan. Wala naman akong naalalang nagbayad ako ng ganyan kalaking halaga nung nagtratrabaho pa ako sa pinas. Yung huling dalawang kumpanyang pinagtratrabahuan ko ay medjo dinaya pa ang sweldo namin para lang makaiwas kami sa malaking buwisan. Nagpapasalamat pa kami sa management namin nun dahil malaking kaluwagan nga naman sa aming mga empleyado ang sistemang yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May choice pa ba ako? Wala. Sumunod sa sistema. Ipagpatuloy ang buhay OFW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, nabasa ko na naitala ang &lt;a href="http://business.inquirer.net/money/topstories/view_article.php?article_id=49723"&gt;pinakamalaking padala mga OFW sa mga kapamilya&lt;/a&gt;. Hanggang sa labin-apat na bilyong dolyar ang naipadala ng may siyam na milyong OFW sa taong 2006. Halos katumbas sa kalahati ng taunang budget ng bansa. Ang halagang yun ay katumbas ng pagod, pawis, at pangungulila. Halos linggu-linggo may naririning tayo na may nagagahasang pinay sa ibang bayan. Nagpakamatay dahil hindi nakayanan ang pang-aapi ng mga amo. Nabuwang sa pang-aabuso ng mga amo. Napatay. Pumatay. Nakidnap... para lang maitaguyod ang naiwang pamilya sa pinas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot pero ito ay katotohanan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama si Bean at may tama din ang biro ng pare ko. Kataksilang nga siguro yan. Sana man lang nagamit namin ang kakayahang tumulong magpaunlad ng ibang bayan sa sariling bayan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, pagkatapos ng kontrata namin sa ibang bayan... may kasiguruhan ba ang trabaho para sa amin pagbalik sa Pinas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nagtratrabaho sa ibang bayan, dre, para sa bayan. Bagong bayani nga tawag sa amin, di ba? At least this time, I worth the cent..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-4777470667781761537?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/4777470667781761537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=4777470667781761537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4777470667781761537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4777470667781761537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-time-i-worth-cent.html' title='This time I worth the cent'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-882766157545693735</id><published>2007-02-15T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:18:42.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippine politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almuranas'/><title type='text'>Tol, ang sakit ng almuranas ko!</title><content type='html'>Reminds me when I had a horrible experience after sitting on the kingly throne. Damn, it hurts! I can't forget what happened next. My colleague was washing his hands and he saw me through the mirror as I was coming out from the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pare, mukhang ang asim ng mukha mo a..." said my colleague who was neither grinning nor smiling. He's like trying to emulate the look of my face... Like he just saw blood gushing out from my behind and going to faint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pare, sakit ng almuranas ko!" I uttered back trying to hide the pain from my behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed out loud, his laughter echoed down the hallway. Me, I can't even talk and standing straight was so painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the clinic to have my bottom checked. She asked me few questions and all that I can remember the most was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jay, let's try this. I Will do a digital check on you." She said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Digital check? You mean may ipapasok po kayong high-tech na instrumento sa pwet ko dok?" I told her back thinking about all the high tech gadgets of the modern world and of course I was working with all those high tech machines in the shop floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi Jay, ipapasok ko lang tong daliri ko sa pwet mo..." she answered back like she's going to have a major operation on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I will be fingered!!! It will be my first! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wag na doc, bigyan mo na lang ako ng gamot na ako na lang ang magpasok..." Answered her back and I stood up to tell her that I am done with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can still feel my hemoroid once in a while and I am getting used to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just can't help but remember this experience whenever I see Mike Defensor's Ad on TV. I can't even laugh at because it's not funny! The ad really sucks! Whoever directed that ad may have all the hemoroids in the world surrounding him during the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tol! Mike Defensor! Iboboto kita pagka-senador!" Shouts the PacMan look-alike (I don't know his name) and some other personas like Keanna Reaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Defensor looks back with the barbed-wire teeth coming out and with face trying to cover up the pain in his ass. He didn't utter a single word but maybe trying to say this silently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tol, ang sakit ang almuranas ko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Ad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-882766157545693735?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/882766157545693735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=882766157545693735' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/882766157545693735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/882766157545693735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/02/tol-ang-sakit-ng-almuranas-ko.html' title='Tol, ang sakit ng almuranas ko!'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-13476343662810803</id><published>2007-02-14T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:15:53.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippine politics'/><title type='text'>My top 10 list of unsenatoriables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Grand Opposition, The Unity Ticket, The Wednesday Club, Richard Gomez, and Manny Pacquiao. Newsmakers of these days like no other. Forget everything but politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may say, I have to vote and I have no choice but to vote. But who among them that I vote? Certainly, not Pacquiao. I am not from General Santos City... but the heck, if I happen to be from General Santos City, would I vote for him? hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I may just need to wrap up my no-holds-barred opinion about why I should not vote for these candidates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Richard Gomez&lt;/strong&gt;. Actor. Billboard model for Bench and Belo Medical Group, and some other products. Showbiz TV host. Athlete. Once represented Mamayan Ayaw sa Droga (MAD) but was disqualified via technicality by the COMELEC a few years back. I AM NOT AGAINST ARTISTS running for political office. It's just that Richard Gomez for me is one of the people who have good probability of being a mad politician. A tactless hosting encounter with Erik Santos/Ruffa last year is a real shallow. He's like another injustice secretary in the making. An incident with the Shooting Association members last year made headline. Damn! He can't even get along with a minor organization...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Aquino-Oreta, Sotto&lt;/strong&gt;. Sister of Ninoy and the latter an Artist. Both are former senators. Both are former allies of Estrada. Known critic of the Arroyo Administration. Two of the strongest voices of the Arroyo Resign campaigns! Now jumped-ship! Once in an interview with DZBB, Oreta said that it's their affiliation with their party made them aligned with the administration. My goodness! Then what! After these guys win, jump ship again and shout madly at Arroyo to resign. This is purely political survival of the meanest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Angara&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmmmm... I have no question of his ability to be Senator. One of the best there is. But gracious! Why is he in the administration ticket? He's got chances of winning this race but I will not vote for him for jumping ship. Same reason as no.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Pimentel&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh my goodness. Look, I may not be looking at his best potential but... I don't know really. I wonder if he can get Cagayan de Oro votes. His father even did not win when he ran for vice presidency on CDO. Other family names please!!! If he wins, the senate really becomes a family affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Cayetano&lt;/strong&gt;. He's got good publicity in the past three years. One of the staunch critic of the Arroyo family, if not the staunchest. Maybe a good congressman, I am not sure of it. But in the case of talking about all the accounts the first family may have in Germany for me is so shallow. You can't just talk without evidence to show lah. Yes, maybe Mike Arroyo have a lot of bogus accounts in all the countries in the world but please show us first! Simple process engineering tool; No data. No talk. Second, I am not into the idea of having mother and son in the Senate... and so with brothers and sisters tandem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Pangilinan&lt;/strong&gt;. I love Sharon, to the max. My mother loves her too! Sealed the presidential elections with the word "Noted" and few years later shouted that Arroyo should resign... I don't know. He should have stood by his principles like the great injustice secretary. I would rather vote for Secretary Gonzales. I hate this guy to the max but this is the kind of guy who stands by his own principles even when hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Chavit Singson&lt;/strong&gt;. Ilocos Sur Governor. Come on, give me a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;John Osmena&lt;/strong&gt;. Former Senator. I hope he becomes former senator for good. Aren't we tired of seing old faces with the same old style? his ads even tell me that "Hey Jay, we are here since the beginning and we should continue to reign until the end..." Great. Some other family names please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Coseteng&lt;/strong&gt;. Former Senator. I don't know her actually. Better not to know her lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the ten of my list. I am still weighing options on who to vote from the remaining candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I happen to be from GenSan? Manny, you have done really good already for our country. I still hope that your decision is not final yet. Please continue to do what you know best... boxing. Please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-13476343662810803?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/13476343662810803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=13476343662810803' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/13476343662810803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/13476343662810803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-top-10-list-of-unsenatoriables.html' title='My top 10 list of unsenatoriables'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-5835248114210716672</id><published>2007-02-13T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:44:04.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><title type='text'>Daybreak at Caleruega</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/388969377/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC01449_edited" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/388969377_9b979aee0f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trail leading to Caleruega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The plan was to have breakfast in Tagaytay after we were invited by Ella's aunt for a breakfast at Josephine's Restaurant last Sunday, 11February. The thing was, the restaurant opens at around 8am as we were told and we woke up at around 445am so I decided to go to Caleruega first. So we left our place at around 530am and it was still dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The morning scenery of the countryside was so amazing and it was jaw dropping... So here are the pictures that we took on that beautiful morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/388969373/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="131" alt="DSC01443[1]_edited" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/388969373_de949e8bb5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ella, Josh and Shai posing like mad in this area. We took about 6 pictures just in this location. It's really a very welcoming sight. This is right before the trail descends to Caleruega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/DIV&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/389674697/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/389700008/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC01461" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/389700008_58aebc5823.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Josh and Shai on the steps leading to the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/388969374/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC01464" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/388969374_24c21f4a67.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caleruega church at the background. This church is famous for weddings and retreats. The scenery is just great yet very refreshing to the mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/389674696/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC01463_edited" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/389674696_d3370874ca.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Josh, and Shai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/389674697/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="DSC01465" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/389674697_892988b214.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the church's entrance. Sadly, there was a retreat that day that we were hesitant to take photos inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/389700023/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="375" alt="DSC01471_edited" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/389700023_19644304ef.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ella, Josh and Shai on top on one of the retreat cottages at the side of the hill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/389674700/"&gt;&lt;img height="371" alt="DSC01474_edited" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/389674700_399e872176_o.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madonna and Child statue at the side of the hill where the church is situated. Josh was just so amazed with these religious icons. He was screaming mad just to go near the statue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Interested in going to Caleruega? Here's how:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Via South Luzon Expressway, take Sta. Rosa exit and proceed towards Tagaytay Market. Turn Right to Rotonda and proceed to Nasugbu, Batangas. Turn left at the Evercrest Hotel and Restaurant. It is about 500meters from the Nasugbu Arch. The road ends at Caleruega. Really, it's worth the trip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For couples who may want to consider a great venue for their wedding and for retreat enquiries, you may cantact Caleruega-Philippines at +63921-2709890 or +63921-8304226. Ask for Ms. Jackie, Ms. Imelda or Ms. Cristalle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-5835248114210716672?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/5835248114210716672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=5835248114210716672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5835248114210716672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5835248114210716672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/02/daybreak-at-caleruega.html' title='Daybreak at Caleruega'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/388969377_9b979aee0f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-6623574747416305347</id><published>2007-02-12T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T12:18:36.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><title type='text'>Tatsulok by Bamboo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/64365113@N00/387537342/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg" width="100" height="50" alt="ph" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Just want to share the lyrics of tatsulok (Triangle) by Bamboo. I heard this song last week over Magic 89.9 and I was madly looking for the title and lyrics of this song... until yesterday when I saw Bamboo on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoy bilisan mo, bilisan mo ang takbo&lt;br /&gt;Ilagan ang mga bombang nakatutok sa ulo mo&lt;br /&gt;Totoy tumalon ka, dumapa kung kailangan&lt;br /&gt;At baka tamaan pa ng mga balang ligaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoy makinig ka, wag kang magpa-gabi&lt;br /&gt;Baka mapagkamalan ka’t humandusay dyan sa tabi&lt;br /&gt;Totoy alam mo ba kung ano ang puno’t dulo&lt;br /&gt;Ng di matapos-tapos na kaguluhang ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pula’t dilaw tunay na magkalaban&lt;br /&gt;Ang kulay at tatak ay di syang dahilan&lt;br /&gt;Hangga’t marami ang lugmok sa kahirapan&lt;br /&gt;At ang hustisya ay para lang sa mayaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang may tatsulok at sila ang nasa tuktok&lt;br /&gt;Di matatapos itong gulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ng suminag,kay daming mga tao,&lt;br /&gt;At ang dating munting bukid, ngayo’y sementeryo&lt;br /&gt;Totoy kumilos ka, baliktarin ang tatsulok&lt;br /&gt;Tulad ng dukha, nailagay mo sa tuktok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pula’t dilaw tunay na magkalaban&lt;br /&gt;Ang kulay at tatak ay di syang dahilan&lt;br /&gt;Hangga’t marami ang lugmok sa kahirapan&lt;br /&gt;At ang hustisya ay para lang sa mayaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang may tatsulok at sila ang nasa tuktok&lt;br /&gt;Di matatapos itong gulo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-6623574747416305347?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/6623574747416305347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=6623574747416305347' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6623574747416305347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6623574747416305347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/02/tatsulok-by-bamboo.html' title='Tatsulok by Bamboo'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-7757511540910010562</id><published>2007-01-31T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:42:12.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flops'/><title type='text'>No second circumcision for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back! I was out, 20 days, but I'm back! Work pressures and some other thoughts made me stop blogging for a while... But the heck, I'm back in one piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, Mayor Aguillo of Cabuyao, Laguna made up her mind in rehabilitating the Pulo-Diezmo Road. Damn, I bet that I be circumcised again if there will be no road repairs one week before the start of filing of candidacy. My 11 years stay in Cabuyao, Laguna is enough for me to predict what will happen during this period. Thanks God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I am betting another one. The rehabilitated road will be damaged again in two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, what can I say? Three elections. Three road rehabilitations. Same road. Same road. Motorists using this road are quite happy seeing a bunch of workers rehabilitating that crucial artery of Cabuyao, Laguna despite the heavy traffic. But not much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do I sound so negative??? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because, while the municipal engineering of cabuyao trying to fix the road, with all this road rehab budgets, and all... they still did not put any storm drainage in that artery... It's plain and simple engineering solution. Drainage! Constant flow of water destroys even the toughest concrete and that is always the reason why this fucking road is so damaged a year or two before elections!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then the storm season comes. Floodwater flowing from the South Luzon Expressway down to the low-lying areas passing through Pulo-Diezmo Road to San Carlos Village... for months. With heavy lorries passing through this road everyday... Thanks God there is Discovery Channel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It will always be the same old story. Another road rehabilitation in January of 2010. Another budget. Another pork barrel funding. Another shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes me think... Hmmm. Is this political tool really makes sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the hell! There will be no second circumcision for me. At least this time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-7757511540910010562?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/7757511540910010562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=7757511540910010562' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7757511540910010562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7757511540910010562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-second-circumcision-for-me.html' title='No second circumcision for me!'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-4492936662690463310</id><published>2007-01-10T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:24:58.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><title type='text'>Joke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Palace is now saying that Perez is innocent! Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is much the same as inJustice Secretary Gonzales telling us that Smith's transfer to the US embassy is better than pardon.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In fairness to the injustice league, they are just trying cover-up an ass of their own as Secretary Ermita was saying: "Perez is one of us..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, that makes Perez another one hell of a Joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Garci being the bigger joke and Bolante being the biggest Joc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great! What a line-up for the Philippine's best! Best covered-up comedians!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Garci, who is running for congress in May2007 elections, said he will prove to the Filipino people that he can win an election without cheating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right on the mark! This means, he had cheated before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This means also that there will be no "Hello Garci" incident with his win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only, "Hello, ma'am? Marami po tayong naibawas sa kalaban..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joke-joke Bolante is asking for US assylum because the Philippine Senate is raping him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joke-joke Bolante has seen better days in the Department of Agriculture. Amassed millions of people's wealth. Ended up in US jail for immigration violations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, justice moves in mysterious ways....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Palace too insinuates that the Big Joke is innocent. Otherwise, they too would have asked US to deport him back to the Philippines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"He is one of us..." Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If Perez will run for office this coming elections and wins and if Garci wins in his congressional bid, the country will probably be laughing a lot and the outsiders will laugh out louder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With possible headline in May 2007..."Philippines elect comedians!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-4492936662690463310?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/4492936662690463310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=4492936662690463310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4492936662690463310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4492936662690463310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/01/joke.html' title='Joke!'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-4056781483763632729</id><published>2007-01-07T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:06:05.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><title type='text'>Can we just give reason a chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Garci, Cha-Cha, the congress' own midnight madness, the VFA loophole and the Smith's show and now the latest, the endangered &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/nation/view_article.php?article_id=42129"&gt;Gulf Air flight&lt;/a&gt;. Gracious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GMA may be had all the right that fateful day to shutdown NAIA runways to make way for her jet for security reasons. This is basically the president's prerogative. However, with the issue of endangering the lives of 230 passengers on an airplane low on fuel is plain and simple mindlessness. The air traffic controllers should have allowed the plane to land first in the issue of passenger safety before GMA's plane to take off. I am sure, GMA can wait for 10 minutes just to accomodate a passenger plane with probably most of the passengers were OFWs. I am sure that the weeding of Rep. Nograles' son could wait for the president to arrive at the church considering that she is a VIP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pilot diverted GF154 to Diosdado Macapagal International Airport (DMIA) without even the assistance of NAIA's air traffic controllers. It's the pilots' pure instict. But the catch is, Manila didn't even informed Gulf Air's ground staff of the whereabouts of the plane when it disappeared on their control screen. Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What if the nearest airport is 1 hour away from NAIA? What if the plane depleted its fuel and crashed? Is this presidential prerogative a valid excuse for the deaths of 230 passengers and the lives of the residents within the vicinity? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Would this be another "pilot error" episode? Would this be another "I am sorry" episode? Then another photo-ops episode for the lousy politicians? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come on ATO! Can we just give reason a fucking chance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-4056781483763632729?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/4056781483763632729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=4056781483763632729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4056781483763632729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4056781483763632729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/01/can-we-just-give-reason-chance.html' title='Can we just give reason a chance?'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-5906770425283591767</id><published>2007-01-04T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:13:43.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><title type='text'>The Smith Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"My golly, it's better that way. What would they want? That we will just let the judgment become final and then pardon him?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Those were the words of the Injustice Secretary of the Arroyo administration. Secretary Raul Gonzales was quoted by the &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view_article.php?article_id=41483"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/a&gt; on a press conference called by the Injustice League yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, what can I say? The secretary is just confirming that he has a leaded tongue, i mean like a pig's tongue plated with the poisonous lead. If he is the one of the brightest minds of this current 'fake' administration, then what will we call a yolk-less egg? He is just as fit as the contestants of the gag show "Battle of the Brainless."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He is just trying to fuel more hatred among the very people that he should serve. Ironic as I may think, this is the only secretary that severely criticizes his own judges over judgments not in terms with his cruel intents. Why the hell he was secretary of justice anyway? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now he is giving us a preview on how the Smith Show ends. A presidential pardon at the end. Yes! Even when the Supreme Court of this republic upholds Judge Pozon's decision, the president will pardon him anyway. So where will all these arguments go? This is just a comedy show! Then later on at the middle of the night while we sleep, the president will just simply pardon Smith and let him slip to the US! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That will be "Midnight Madness III, the final escape!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The fact that the administration will simply twist or desecrate the very fundamental law of the land just to maintain the so-called friendship with the US, then there is no reason for me to disagree that we are only puppets of a facist government! We try to emulate the so-called greatness of the US when in no way, we don't have a chance (at this point) to be like the americans!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Diplomatic friendship, in my point of view should be just and equal. Not that the other only enjoys the sweetness of it and the other desgraced. Otherwise, this is not friendship afterall. This is just a simple act of 'garapalan' with the Philippines being abused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then they are worried about how fast news spread around the world? Then with that, we have to kiss asses just to make sure that their demonic faces are covered?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, I am not a lawyer nor a politician. I am just a common tao, common pinoy... reading between the lines and lies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I beg your pardon, Mr. Injustice Secretary? Pardon? Pardon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-5906770425283591767?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/5906770425283591767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=5906770425283591767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5906770425283591767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5906770425283591767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/01/smith-show.html' title='The Smith Show'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-136131358464842237</id><published>2007-01-03T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:35:12.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flops'/><title type='text'>Just a wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;New year. This is the time when I got to believe that I am growing old, of course next to my birthday. Goodness, my birthday is fast approaching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I just got here some of my wishlist for this year. Some maybe an attemp to reach beyond the moon, but I'll give it a try though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. A three-column template for my blogger blog. This one is already granted just this afternoon. Thanks &lt;a href="http://hackosphere.blogspot.com"&gt;hackosphere&lt;/a&gt; for the easy to understand turorial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. A car! This time my wife and I realized that we need to have one. Jeez! For a year we haven't thought about this one. Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. A concept a small-scale business. I was trying to fish out for a good start since November but I am still not sure of what product do I want to promote. This one is still an important goal for me. I am trying to dig into franchising business and hopefully I could be able to land one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. My own URL. Like &lt;a href="http://www.jaylagat.com"&gt;www.jaylagat.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.langyawnijay.com"&gt;www.langyawnijay.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.kathangisipnijay.com"&gt;www.kathangisipnijay.com&lt;/a&gt; or whatever. Crossing my fingers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. A travel to Boracay or Panglao with Ella on our anniversary. This one is my two-year old wish. Grrrrrrr.... But I am not wishing for a third child. hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. My own personal computer. Learn to develop webpages and flash. or a playstation 3 or wii. hayyyyy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. My kids be of good health the whole year! I wish that Josh's ability to learn will be more and more faster so that he will be going to school next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Better relationship with Ella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Makeover Ella's office on a Saturday before I leave for Malaysia this month. lol! This one is a junkie! hahaha! Well, we have some frames here ready for an office makeover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Though the Philippine economy is getting better (NEDA says), I wish that Filipinos will be able to feel it. Kahit konti lang po.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. I wish that the current leadership will no longer sell filipino souls to the americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. I wish Richard Gomez will not run for the Senate and I also wish that Garci will not win in the congressional elections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. I wish that the injustice secretary will lose his voice so that we will never hear his noise again. Kahit sobrang malat lang sa buong taon, matutupad na wish ko na to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. I wish that GMA and most of the politicians will join a reality TV show. Yung concept na tipong titira sya sa squatters area or sa ilalim ng tulay or pwede rin sa may malapit sa dumpsite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. Mayor Nila Aguilio will realize that the Pulo-Diezmo road in Cabuyao, Laguna is almost not usable for vehicles. Oh, where is the road tax going? Hello? Are you there, Mayor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16. Daniel Smith will go back to the Makati City Jail the least... Sa Bilibid kaya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, these are my top16.  Nine of these I considered attainable. The others, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New year everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-136131358464842237?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/136131358464842237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=136131358464842237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/136131358464842237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/136131358464842237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-wishlist.html' title='Just a wishlist'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-7997791180532181577</id><published>2006-12-24T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:27:37.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><title type='text'>Bracelet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met her when Ella and I were still dating about five years back. She was an adorable person. She was my friend. She was Ella's grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would always hear her usual greeting "Hi, Jay!" whenever she sees me especially when I pick Ella at mid-morning for a date. In a way, I have always enjoyed in the company of grandmas and that makes me feel normal all the time. I just like to talk to them and listen to their life stories and laugh. Feel like I'm still a kid listening to Lola Basyang's stories in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One time, I made her a bracelet out of swarovski (not sure of the spelling) jewels that Ella and I bought at Divisoria. I asked her not to lose it. The days following, I would always see her wearing it especially when she goes to church. I knew she cherished the simple gift that I gave her... and that alone makes me feel so good. Seldom that I see people cherish the simple tokens that I share... and I found it in lola Jovita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Months ago, my mother-in-law told me that lola lost the bracelet when she alighted from the jeep in Bicol. I was told that she was saddened and kept on asking her son to find it because it was from me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the while I thought of giving her one... I never had the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She left for Bicol about four years ago and I never saw her until three weeks ago in her hospital bed. She was in pain. She can't move her left arm. She can barely open her eyes. But she tried to be responsive whenever someone pays a visit. It was so heart wrenching. And I saw Ella for the first time so hurt and broken that she cried and cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She never saw me since and the feeling of guilt pains me in a way that I didn't take the opportunity to see her when she was still awake. I only thought of wanting to take rest after a long day trip. I should have paid her a visit. I would have been at peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She never saw me since. I never heard her usual greeting to me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday at 4am, Lola Jovita left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was 85.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salamat lola. Paalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-7997791180532181577?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/7997791180532181577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=7997791180532181577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7997791180532181577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7997791180532181577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/12/bracelet.html' title='Bracelet'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-8583931906073929046</id><published>2006-12-24T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:02:03.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><title type='text'>Incredibly not credible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other night, justice secretary Gonzales was complaining about Smith's continued stay at the Makati City Jail citing that the Philippines has lost its credibility in the face of the international community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He also blamed (and sarcastically thanked) Judge Gozon for the US' decision to withdraw VFA with the AFP and the US humanitarian mission in the Bicol region. He cited a ceratin provision of the treary that makes Smith under the custody of the US Embassy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hell no! Why should the Governement sign a treaty that is basically unfair to civilians anyway? I am not sure if the treaty says so in the event our own soldier is condemned by a US court. However, whether or not we are intitled to the same provision as the US soldiers would, it is for the fact that the US soldiers are basically notorious in such crimes all over the world. This may be one reason why they posted such provision in the treaty "to protect its soldiers..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a align="justify"&gt;What about the protection of the civilians? What about the protection of the very people that the government should protect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What if one of secretary Gonzales' relatives is being raped by an american soldier? Would he still be singing such "thankful" tune?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The fear of the US leaving the Philippines is generally the signal that the government is sending to its constituents and I am not sure the real reason for that. And may I ask, why are some countries excel without US indirect intervention? Mind if I may ask, Mr. secretary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother would always tell me before that dependence is almost identical as cruelty to oneself. "You will never learn..." That is one of the best lessons I learned from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And until we keep on making excuses to the US on the way we practice our own Justice system here, we will never learn. Until we keep on seeling our own countrymen to the benefit of the US, we will never learn. Until we keep on bowing our heads to the US so that we look like crap in the face of the international community, we will never learn. NEVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I may say so, Mr. Secretary. Isn't your boss lost its credibility to the Filipino people? And so are you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-8583931906073929046?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/8583931906073929046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=8583931906073929046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8583931906073929046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8583931906073929046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/12/incredibly-not-credible.html' title='Incredibly not credible'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-1579007633782916062</id><published>2006-12-21T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:59:27.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On power and responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was watching the Spider-Man sequel in the bus on my way to Manila from Clark yesterday. I haven't watched the second sequel so I didn't sleep. At the end of the first sequel, these words strucked me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"With great power comes great responsibility. This is my gift. This is my curse. Who am I?..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, I wasn't thinking of being powerful because I am not. Neither that I am a superhero or something. Neither that I hold great power nor have control over certain things. I wasn't thinking about being gifted because I am just as normal as the most of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was just thinking about the current Philippine political scene. Of the so-called leaders who's obsession with power is unsurmountable. Like vampires obsessed with blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am just concerned as most of us Filipinos out there. I have kids and they still innocent. I am concerned that someday if not soon, there will be nothing left in this country for them to live and fight for. Just nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just that Philippine political system is just super conjusive to something that shouldn't be the norm in a civilized society; corruption.... and it seems to be a norm now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just that the system is simply telling us that it is okay to lie and turn around and lie again... and it's getting to the point that it is a norm. The system is simply telling us that it is okay to trick the minds of the Filipinos and then try another trickshot if it's not working until the 'power of the sun' is in the hands of the 'powerful' and stay as long as they wish in power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just that the system is simply making these politicians to be hungrier and hungrier of power until they become bloated and smelly. That it is okay to think and live like leeches, sucking all bloods and nutrients of the host.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just that the system is telling us that it is okay to go to Church, pray earnestly, and corrupt the people's wealth later.... and pray again for forgiveness and suck again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unlike Spider-Man, a politician's power doens't come from any spiders or bugs, nor from any form of ghosts, and spirits. These powers were provided by the very people who voted for them, to serve. A congressman doesn't even have the right to shout at the gallery telling the people they are just guests... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unlike Spider-Man, a politician's power isn't even a gift. It is a previledge provided for them by the people who voted for them. They can't even boast that they have it. Like the way Rep. Prospero Nogarales did, singing his tune on cha-cha on news cameras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like Spider-man, they should be thinking like the way crawler thinks. Thinking about how grateful he is to have the gift and all the power it can due him. But on the other hand, he is thinking about the curse that the power could bring him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it's not the way it is. Unlike Spider-man, their heads are like empty coconuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And who are they? They are suckers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-1579007633782916062?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/1579007633782916062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=1579007633782916062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1579007633782916062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1579007633782916062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-power-and-responsibility.html' title='On power and responsibility'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-7625652195694735635</id><published>2006-12-16T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:11:07.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><title type='text'>Ang pang-aapi ni Jose at ang ganti ni Juan</title><content type='html'>Si Jose, habang tinatakot si Juan… “Kita mo tong tattoo ko sa kanang braso? Tigre to!” Napailing si Juan habang di nya pinapansin si Jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaraan ang isang buwan, nagkaharap na naman si Jose at si Juan.. “Kita mo tong tattoo ko sa kaliwang braso? Agila to!” patuloy na pananakot ni Jose. Medjo naiinis na si Juan pero tuloy pa rin na pinagbibiyan nya si Jose…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaraan ang isang linggo, eto na naman si Jose… “Kita mo tong tattoo ko sa dibdib? Anaconda ‘to!” Ako ang astig ditto, walang kung sino mang pwedeng maghari ditto kundi ako!” Tuloy ang patutsada ni Jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nainis si Juan at tinawag ngayon ang mga kabaranggay para labanan si Jose. Dala-dalahan ang mga itak, kris, kutsilyo, tinidor, rake, palako, batuta, ice pick, at kung anu-anong armas at kinumpronta si Jose….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ano kamo pinagsasabi mo?” Galit na tinanong ni Juan si Jose. “Tarantado ka a! porket pinagbibgyan ka lang namin sa mga kalokohan mo at umaabuso ka na!” Kasabay ang isang palo sa ulo gamit ang martilyong gawa sa corrugated steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binugbog ng taong bayan si Jose at magdesisyong ilibing na lamang na buhay para hindi na makapagtangkang maging siga ulit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Joke lang po yun…” umiiyak si Jose. Nagmamakaawa….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi na mauulit…” patuloy na pagsusumamo ni Jose…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Talagang hindi na yan mauulit kahit na magmamakaawa ka pa!” sabay sagot ng ka-alyansa ni Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi ka nababagay sa lipunang ito!” sagot naman nung isa pang ka-alyansa ni Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Humanda ka na! Magkikita na kayo ni satanas!!!” sigaw ni Juan habang ang taong bayan ay naghukay ng libingan ni Jose… “Isama mo pa mga alalay mong mga hayop!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ito bang mga ‘to?” Sabay turo sa mga tattoo nya. “Nagmamakaawa ako, pakiusap…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Itong sa kanan ko, hindi to tigre…” paliwanag ni Jose… “Kuting lang po ‘to…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Itong sa kaliwang braso ko, hindi naman talaga agila to… ipis lang po talaga to.” Umiiyak ng malaks si Jose na nakaluhod at nagsusumamo sa mga tao…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Itong sa dibdib ko, hindi naman talaga to anaconda… uod lang po to…” Sabay halik sa mga paa ni Juan at nagmamakaawa sa buhay nya… “Joke lang po talaga yun e…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi pwede!” tugon no Juan. “Wala kang kwentang tao! Ito na ang katapusan mo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabay itinulak nag mga tao si jose sa butas at inilibing nang buhay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko ang kwentong ito habang pinapanood ko si JDV sa TV nung Lunes. Napapailing na lang ako at natatawa ako sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nyo kami maloloko! Hindi nyo rin kami makukuha sa mga pagsusumamo nyo, JDV!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-7625652195694735635?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/7625652195694735635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=7625652195694735635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7625652195694735635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7625652195694735635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/12/ay-uod-lang-pala.html' title='Ang pang-aapi ni Jose at ang ganti ni Juan'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-511845718654762526</id><published>2006-12-13T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:46:14.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarap sarap ng first!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RX-9NtFcJWI/AAAAAAAAABc/qk51lkOWhlg/s1600-h/12122006250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007929353797641570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RX-9NtFcJWI/AAAAAAAAABc/qk51lkOWhlg/s200/12122006250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumunog telepono ko kahapon... si Ella... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?!" Sagot ko... nasa isip ko lang kukumustahin lang nya ako sa naging araw ko. O di kaya'y naisip lang nyang i-check kung ano ginagawa ko... as usual baga.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hon, tinawagan ka na?" tanong sa kabilang linya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi, kanino?" Sagot ko na may halong pagkamangha. Sino ba naman tatawag sa akin sa mga kakilala nya? Hindi naman tumatawag sa kin mga byenan ko kung wala sya unless emergency. Wala lang ako hinihintay na tawag maliban sa mga katrabaho ko sa Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nanalo ka daw sa raffle!" Aniya. Pero hindi masyado excited sa pagkakasabi ni Ella. Parang wala lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Raffle? San raffle?" Naku, ni minsan wala akong naalala na nanalo ako sa raffle maliban sa isang set-up. Yung lahat panalo baga.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko yung sa Philips Semicon dati. May raffle daw sa Christmas party. Syempre, excited ako. Tapos electronic raffle pa thru time-in system. Kinagabihan, nabunot pangalan ko. Nanalo ako ng grocery basket. Mga de-lata ng Purefoods ata yun, spaghetti, at keso. Pucha, ang saya ko nun, first time nga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak ng tipaklong na bakla, nalaman ko na lang kinabukasan na lahat pala ng empleyado ay nanalo sa raffle. OA naman ng organizer ng paraffle na yun....&lt;br /&gt;Ilang beses na rin ako tumaya sa lotto. Pero, napanalunan ko lang ay balik-taya. Tatatlong beses pa lang ata nangyari yun... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero eto iba. Sino ba naman magbibiro sa asawa ko ng ganun? At isa pa, hindi naman talaga pumapatol si ella sa mga nagtatawag o nagtetext na nanalo kamo kami sa raffle.&lt;br /&gt;"Sa appliance center! Nanalo ka daw ng Sony DVD!" Sagot ni ella.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" Ano daw? DVD ba kamo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nga pala, bumili pala kami ng appliance nung Oktubre sa tindahan na yun. di ko pa nga pinansin yung raffle stub at sa dinami-dami nang pa-raffle na sinalihan ko lalo sa mga mall e ni minsan ay hindi ako nanalo kahit isang lata ng sardinas man lang na premyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forward ko sa 'yo text ng appliance center. Punta ka na dun at dalhin mo yung raffle stub at yung resibo para ma-claim mo na." sabay binaba ni ella ang telepono. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo lang pagitan natanggap ko text ni Ella... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am, sa appliance center to.nanalo si ardel jay lagat ng sony dvd sa raffle. punta sya dito dla ID at rsibo. thanks!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! totoo na to! Dali-dali kong hinanap yung resibo at sa tagal na ay hindi ko na matandaan kung saan ko itinabi yun. Nagkalat muna ako sa bahay at voila! nakita ko na ang katumbas ng isang DVD player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007929491236595058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RX-9VtFcJXI/AAAAAAAAABk/A9fu1HSgJBA/s200/13122006251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'Di ko talaga to malilimutan. Ito'y isang una. Ito'y isang makabuluhang parte sa kasaysayan ng buhay ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang karanasan na yun ay nagsasabi sa kin... "Jay, tumaya ka ulit sa lotto..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarap ng first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-511845718654762526?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/511845718654762526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=511845718654762526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/511845718654762526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/511845718654762526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/12/sarap-sarap-ng-first.html' title='Sarap sarap ng first!'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RX-9NtFcJWI/AAAAAAAAABc/qk51lkOWhlg/s72-c/12122006250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-8781353272143018515</id><published>2006-12-09T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T13:54:06.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Josh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006390554535623570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RXpFrzH3e5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7_GebGfqV3U/s200/DSC00559_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RXo_EzH3e4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/jW-6mnRaC3Y/s1600-h/5+the+coming.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been two years, Josh. You were just perfect for us, just perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two years ago, we could only wonder how good God is and how you have brought so much joy to our heart, how much you have brought so much laughter and happiness to all of us. You are such a blessing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two years ago, we could only wonder how much you have changed our views in life, how much you have made us a little bit mature, and how much you have made us believe how wonderful life is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two years ago, we could only wonder how much we cried out to God, thanking Him for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two years ago, we could only wonder how your cries sounds so sweet to our ears, how your smiles soothes our mind and spirit, and how much you bring us more reason be alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We could only wonder how much you broke our hearts when you were sick. We could only wonder how much we felt your pain... and how much you have told us that it was going to be fine, that everything is going to be alright... and how much you have shown us how to be strong despite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's been two years, Josh, and you are just as amazing as you were two years ago. You just simply remind us to take each milestones one step at a time and how to keep a smile while taking it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We love you, Josh, and we want to take you for the smiles that brought us so much relief. Thank you for just being there... for just simply helping us put things together when life's getting harder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you for making us realize how good this life is by just calling us "Daddy! Mommy!" and for how much faithfulness you have when you say "Love you daddy! love you mommy!" and for how much you appreciate us when you hug us, and when you say sorry for your naughtiness...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you, Josh. We promise to walk the faith with you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-8781353272143018515?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/8781353272143018515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=8781353272143018515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8781353272143018515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8781353272143018515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-josh.html' title='For Josh'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OjwExPIQLHQ/RXpFrzH3e5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7_GebGfqV3U/s72-c/DSC00559_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-475935452018755721</id><published>2006-12-08T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:11:43.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A congress of clowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I understand more about Philippine democracy. It's all about numbers and just numbers. And with the majority of freaks and buttheads, Philippine democracy is sickening. It sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaker De Venecia was in defensive mode after the midnight madness. What he was saying that this is democracy all about. They had debated on this, matindi daw. The minority were heard. The majority had it. So what's the problem daw. The rift between the senate and the President, gusto daw natin maalis yun. Mga kudeta daw dapat mawala na. Fine, Mr. Speaker! Fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The proceeding was a classic example on what garapalan really means. The lower house shutting down the senate, in which I understand and as I was always taught in college, is part of the congress. Ginawang parang Bibliya ang constitution na kung sino ang babasa e iba ang interpretasyon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's more sickening was that the lower house seemed like house of clowns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salapudin looks like one and Jaraula? I am so ashamed that I am from Cagayan de Oro. And how the hell was he elected anyway???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clowns! Jerks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-475935452018755721?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/475935452018755721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=475935452018755721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/475935452018755721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/475935452018755721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/12/congress-of-clowns.html' title='A congress of clowns'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-4460094209980616739</id><published>2006-11-24T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:24:25.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><title type='text'>A monument for Pacquiao?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I am not totally surprised. PacMan is a political hotcake, a bonanza, a supernova. Politicians call him a hero. People in the boxing world called him People’s Champ. Some may call him, “Manny the Great.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call him a boxing champ. Number 1 pound for pound king in the boxing world. The most exciting and entertaining boxer in the world at the moment…. and I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a monument for Manny? Whoaa… This must be too much. Sorry PacMan fanatics, it’s just too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say, a monument for Gat Jose Rizal was built years after he was martyred. A monument for Gat Andres Bonifacio was built years after he was martyred. What else? Ninoy Aquino’s monuments were built years after he was killed. What’s common in them? Their imprints in Philippine heroism had been established. They were killed for a patriotic cause. Became rebels for a patriotic cause… Manny maybe have a patriotic cause, but there are still some issues that need to be settled for Manny and some are questionably personal ones. It was in the news…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does being an inspiration to the Filipino people deserve a monument? Does winning boxing match deserving of a monument? Okay, who inspired us before Manny? Billiards king Efren Reyes; I’m not sure if a monument was built in his honor. 4-time world cup bowling champ Paeng Nepomuceno… Flor Contemplacion, an OFW who made a mark on Filipino’s hearts when she was sentenced and hanged in Singapore in the 90’s… .to mention a few. How about the OFW’s. How about building a monument for the so-called “Bagong Bayani”? OFWs maybe more deserving, they are one of the drivers of Philippine economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have doubts in my mind, as I have always been doubtful about all this madness. It’s just all about politics and one can’t think of a justification of using Manny as a bait to what really this politicians are up to… political nonsense. Sadly, Manny is just being used… but it doesn’t really matter for him anyway, he has good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny inspired us, no doubts about it. But let’s just go back to reality. He may have united us Filipinos to cheer for a Filipino fighting for money and country’s for less than 15 minutes… And days after all the victory parades and cheers and handshakes and celebrations and congratulations… did we ever think that all these are temporary? Did he really unite the Filipino people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys. Let’s go back to our senses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read the news clip &lt;a href="http://www.mb.com.ph/MAIN2006112480543.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; from MB online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-4460094209980616739?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/4460094209980616739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=4460094209980616739' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4460094209980616739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4460094209980616739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/11/monument-for-pacquiao.html' title='A monument for Pacquiao?'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-7534397674856756235</id><published>2006-11-20T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:09:00.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><title type='text'>Great day for World Boxing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/66593/19112006199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/200/452124/19112006199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/600153/19112006199.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/74164/19112006199.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was excited today. Woke up at 7am, had a hot shower and took off to 7-eleven to buy a loaf of classic gardenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella called me just want to ask when the boxing starts… like all other pinoys out there, she’s excited. I just can’t imagine how peaceful the Philippines is right now. I hope nobody dies of heart attack today when Pacquiao fights. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viloria technically lost the fight although it was a majority draw. He fought quite well as far as I am concerned. He just lacks the follow-ups especially when he downed Nino on the 9th. I don’t call 5th a knockdown. The last round was supposedly his last chance but he didn’t do it well. But he fought better than the last time they met last August and faster, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is boxing. Somebody has to lose. Unfortunately, it has to be Viloria and Erik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/200/374960/19112006197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Manny is just too good for Erik today. I feel sad in a way because I am fan of Erik as well. He was a great fighter and it saddened me that he has to go this way. I thought he doesn’t have to end his boxing carrier like that. He’s this guy who outboxes all his opponents and now he was downed 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/200/498807/19112006212.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I think it's time to go home now and forget all this…” Erik Morales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PacMan is just too good of a boxer today! Not only that, Manny has just lifted our spirits today and nobody can take that away from a nation looking for a lift right now. I never saw PacMan fight that fast before, even in their second meeting last January or even with Barrera about 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/200/236168/19112006216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kudos to PacMan. All the best! Mabuhay ka, Manny… You gave us a hell of three rounds! Thanks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s next? Hmmmm… Barrera, Marquez… line ‘em up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Astro&lt;/a&gt; for the opportunity to watch PacMan boxed El Terrible live… I just hope that someday &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Dream TV&lt;/a&gt; will wake up and make some noise in the Philippines like you do here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait!!! I just can’t believe Chavit Singson was there inside the ring, waving his hands with the mighty PacMan like he just won the presidency. Shit! That sucks!!! &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/23268088-7534397674856756235?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/7534397674856756235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=7534397674856756235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7534397674856756235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7534397674856756235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-day-for-world-boxing.html' title='Great day for World Boxing!'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-4852169477504591010</id><published>2006-11-19T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:53:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week that was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was the usual long travel day for me from Manila to Clark to KLIA to Melaka… just a 13-hour trip. How I wish Cebu Pacific starts its operations here too soon… But hey, starting December, 5J will start flying from KLIA direct to NAIA. That would be easier and less stressful. Can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 13November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing much happened. Had our sales meeting, we call it international sales meeting hahaha!!! An Indian, a Thai, a Japanese, a couple of Malaysians and of course me, Pinoy. It was a good meeting. Lots of thinking and strategies to consider. Well, we guys hoped that all these will be taken into a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 14Nov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/647767/14112006168.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/200/946340/14112006168.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ember&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We set off for Perak, North of Malaysia to meet a supplier. We were supposed to go Penang but we had to rush bak to Melaka due to an incident in the factory. Wow man, the place is cool. A 200km stretch of forest cover from KL to Perak. Nature at its best, guys! Two waterfalls down the stretch, caves, hills, forest, marble quarries. I was really disappointed of myself not bringing my camera. But anyway, I had my camera phone with me but it would have been better if I bring the better one. It's a lesson for me. I should have thought of being an accidental tourist that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/200/704126/14112006169.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt; At the end of the day, I was totally drained from traveling almost 18 hours. But I had fun. With much optimism also with this potential supplier. Hope things gets better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 15November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happenings in the office but all about yesterday’s incident was the talk of the town. Sorry guys, I can’t talk about it for now. I think it’s too complicated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/200/338675/19112006198.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;When I came back to my flat, damn! I can’t use my shower room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 16November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamcylan.blogspot.com"&gt;Seellan&lt;/a&gt; brought me to Shin Etsu in Shah Alam. Good experience for me in a way. I went inside a Silicon Wafer processing plant for the first time. It was cool… Oh, how I missed working inside… L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the office at around 5:00 in the afternoon and I saw him and my boss arguing about something. Hahaha! What a day. I’m with you, &lt;a href="http://iamcylan.blogspot.com"&gt;Seellan&lt;/a&gt; . Just don’t be too wrecked out about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2808/2840/200/343439/16112006182.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;I came back to my flat just to find out that the house cleaner didn’t return the key to the warden. It was raining that night. Dr. Panchal called me and invited me to his house for dinner. Thanks goodness… I just love Indian food. This time, his wife cooked something like a hotcake made from rice flour, potato “cake”, and “Kuri”, a sauce made of yogurt with flour and spices. Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 17November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My goodness, they were arguing again. Jeez… Fortunately, my boss left for a business trip and the office was silent again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, &lt;a href="http://iamcylan.blogspot.com"&gt;Seellan&lt;/a&gt; asked me if I know how to blog…. Great!!! “Ok, man. Settle down. We have a lot of time this afternoon but promise me, don’t ever blog about boss otherwise we’ll be in a hot pan..” It was a simple piece of advise from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! He’s a new blogger… Well, it’s &lt;a href="http://www.manilenya.com"&gt;Ate Melai's&lt;/a&gt; legacy to share. I just saw Seellan's face transformed from an angry son of a bitch to a happy and excited Indian!!! Hahahaha!!! Shit! I can see Dominic a future blogger next week. I hope boss doesn’t catch up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 18November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were transformed from being office guys to movers for about 3 hours. But there was no way we’re going to wear a tie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, boss told me to postpone our travel to Vietnam on the 27th and that I might as well got to Singapore with Dominic. Damn, I already had an appointment with these Viets… but it’s ok. I was able to change the sched though. Thanks for my wits! Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad. I won’t be able to come back to Philippines next week… I missed my kids, I missed Ella…. But the heck, it’s the price to pay for working abroad….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I got pay-per-view of the Grand Finale!!! Our HR manager is just too kind to give me a break, hahaha!!! Thanks, Mr. Shahrudin. This is surely a blast! Can’t wait for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23268088-4852169477504591010?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/4852169477504591010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=4852169477504591010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4852169477504591010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4852169477504591010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/11/week-that-was.html' title='A week that was...'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-2825867860823949110</id><published>2006-11-10T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:06:51.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><title type='text'>A hesitant heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/27102006141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/27102006141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday, about 2 weeks ago, Ella confided with me about her conversation with her boss that day. It was about her being appointed as an OIC Chief of one of the divisions of the agency. In one way, she was quite hesitant to accept the offer because of the fact that there are other seniors at her level who could definitely do the job and that definitely she'll probably be able to demoralize some of her colleagues (the seniority thing which is now a mere backward thinking for me...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Second, she was hesitant because she is too young to accept the offer. Then, she thinks she is not yet ready to do the job and that other seniors can do better. But on the other hand, she was glad that day knowing that her boss has the trust on her all the while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"That's the point!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I told her that these days, though still considered, seniority is no longer at the top of the list of corporate mindset in terms of human resource and she and all her other collegues should understand that. Then most of the time, the boss sees more of her than herself and that may be one of the reasons why she picked her despite having other seniors to look into. And of course, she can't question her boss' decision in one way or the other. She can ask all the 'whys' and 'what ifs' but if she's rejecting the offer, it may be sending a wrong signal to her superiors; that she is weak! And only a few people have that opportunity and she should be lucky to be one of the few...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suggested to accept the offer. Though it is not promotion, it is an opportunity for her to do more and better out of her job. "Don't mind the rumors! It is normal in corporate environment. It will subside in a few weeks. Just do what you are suppose to do!" I insisted. Afterall, it is for her to prove the rumors wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The papers were signed last Wednesday. There were well wishers, there were sourgrapers. Some minds congratulated her, some minds were not so welcoming. Some are happy for her, others could be mad. Some smiled, some frowned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told her... "Hon, it is not your fault, could be theirs... congrats!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then the hesitant smiles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Want to know Pareng Edwin's text today? click &lt;a href="http://parengedwin.blogspot.com"&gt;here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-2825867860823949110?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/2825867860823949110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=2825867860823949110' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/2825867860823949110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/2825867860823949110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/11/hesitant-heart.html' title='A hesitant heart'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-814358437956297511</id><published>2006-11-08T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:44:18.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckedupsociety'/><title type='text'>Medical malpractice, can you believe that???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Wrong blood type kills woman, baby."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Wrong injection kills 3-year old girl..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Medical macpractice in hospitals... wtf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I heard the good secretary of health this morning in a morning show saying "the baby is already in a severe condition, with sepsis..." What??? Wow, I just can't believe he said that kind of excuse! The fact of the matter is, the hospital staff used the wrong injection to the poor girl at hindi pinag-uusapan dito kung gaano kalala ang kondisyon ng pasyente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The same with Ms. Victoria who was supposed to give birth died because of a wrong blood type given to her during the transfusion. Imagine, type B blood was used instead of type A??? She and the baby died!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is understandable that definitely these incidents were uncalled of. Nobody in the medical profession wants this to happen. However, these incidents should have been avoided if these guys are too careful in carrying out what they are supposed to do. Pucha, hindi kagaya ng mekaniko ang pagkadoktor o pagka nurse na pwedeng palitan ng hex screw ang phillips screw!!! Buhay ang nakataya dito. They have no choice but to be careful in what they are supposed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come on, Doc. Secretary, please don't say that excuse naman. Please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Calling on the Philippine legislators... yung Patient's Rights Bill po baka pwedeng basahin na jan sa congreso at ipasa na. Wag na po natin hintayin na ang isang kamag-anak ng congressman o senador na makaranas ng ganito, at magmamadali nang ipasa ang bill para makabawi sa nagkamali. Ganyan naman dito sa Pinas, di ba? Kung hindi maapektuhan ang mambabatas, ok lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One example, Dr. Loi Ejercito authored a bill in the senate to release more funds for dengue researh after one of her grandchildren (or great grandchildren) was infected with the terrible desease. I'm not bluffing, this was in the news about 2-3 months ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Classic example, Sen. Revilla (Sr) filed a bill to revise the family code so that the illigitimate children can use the father's surname... I just can't remember what incident triggered him that time but it was in the news about 6 years ago... to protect his other children...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nakupo, yung nursing exam contreversy pala... what more can I say??? Well, the review centers are now monitored... duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2006 budget for health pala ay 0.25 cents per filipino according dun sa dokyu ng Probe ata yun o yung sa i-witness early this year. Biogesic costs 5.00 pesos a piece. Could you belive that???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not saying that because of all this medical malpractice issues, we don't want to trust the doctors of these hospitals. In fact, in engineering terms, it's only a 'spike' in the data and is negligible. But medical profession can't simply accept spikes as part of their profession. Spikes like this can lead to death!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No excuse or whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-814358437956297511?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/814358437956297511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=814358437956297511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/814358437956297511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/814358437956297511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/11/medical-malpractice-can-you-believe.html' title='Medical malpractice, can you believe that???'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-9062798235104704475</id><published>2006-11-07T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:01:56.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><title type='text'>When I grow up, I want to be a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Class, I want you to write a formal theme with the subject 'What I want to be when I grow up'..." Si Mrs. Chavez, grade 3 adviser namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naalala ko lang nung una kaming pinagawa ng formal theme sa grade school. Si Shaira kasi, pinsan ni ella, nagpatulong sa kin gumawa ng isang story summary tungkol kay Ramon at Jose. yun nga lang, parang kwentong bisaya naman daw yung summary na ginawa namin sabi ni ella. Eh ano ba naman expectation nya e bisaya ako!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naalala ko nun, tuwing mga ganitong gawain sa eskwela, ang nanay ko ang aking karamay... maraming beses sya ang gumagawa at maraming bese din akong may 'very good' na marka at may pirma ng maga adviser namin. Naman! Nanay ko ang gumawa e... hahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di ko din masyado maakukuha kung bakit 'My ambition' ang pinaka common na subject pag formal theme writing. Mula nung grade 3 hanggang nung sa grade 6 ako e yun at yun ang pinagtrtripan na subject ng maga guro namin. Bakit nga ba? Di ko natanong kay Ms. Zamayla (grade 6 adviser namin) kung bakit. Siguro di pa ako maruning magtanong nun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So ito yung mga naging ambisyon ko nun mula nung natuto ako sumulat ng formal theme:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade3 - "My ambition in life.... My ambition is to become a teacher someday..." Oo, gustong gusto kong maging maestro nun. Gusto ko lang siguro maging katulad ni mama na magaling magturo. Frustrated, tinuruan na ako ni mama matutong magbasa at sumulat nung apat na taon pa ata ako nun... Kung sablay, lagapak abutin ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade4- "I want to be a Doctor someday... I want to help the sick..." Pucha, sabi kasi ni papa na gusto nya akong maging doktor kaya inisip ko na yun bago magpasukan sa grade4. Pero nung sumabi baba ko sa barbed wire, ayoko na... Hindi ata humanga sa akin si Mrs. Pongo nun kasi 85 lang nakuha kong marka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade5- "I want to be an Engineer someday... I want to build buildings and bridges..." Gaya ni Mrs. Pongo, hindi din ata humanga sa akin si Mrs. Nunag nun at 86 lang marka ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade6- Eto yung pinaka memorable ko sa lahat ng formal themes. Pucha, 90 nakuha kong marka nun. "My ambition in life is to become a ood father, a good husband, and a better person..." Siguro nung time na yun e nagsawa na akong mag-sip ng kung anu-anong ambisyon at maliit lang naman pala nakukuha kong marka... Big time ako nun, pinabasa pa ako ni Mrs. Zamayla sa harap ng mga kaklase ko at yun daw ang pinakamagandang formal theme na nabasa nya. Mula din nun, naging magkaibigan kami ni Mrs. Zamayla hanggang nung nasa trade school na ako. Hanep! Sa totoo lang naman kasi, naging inspirasyon ko nun si papa na walang trabaho at si mama na nagkakayud para lang kami mabuhay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wala na ata ako ambisyon nung unang dalawang tatlong taon sa high school nun o baka hindi lang napag-usapan sa formal theme ang 'I want to be someday' na tema nun. Pero ang pinaka ultimate ko na ambisyon at yun talaga nakatatak sa utak ko sa loob ng apat na taon ay ang pagpapari. Syet! Gustong gusto ko talaga maging pari nun. Pumasa pa ako sa isang semenaryo sa may Cainta nun, Barnabites ata ang seminaryong yun... pero di na ako tumuloy. Nahihiya ako sa mga magulang ko at umaasa sila sa kin na kahit papano ay makatulong naman sa kanila kahit pa nag-aaral ako... Ayun, di ako naging pari. Buti na lang!!! Pucha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero kahit hindi ako naging doktor, o titser, o engineer, o pari... kahit papano naging asawa at naging ama naman ako. At kahit papano, isa sa mga naisusulat ko sa mga formal themes na yun ay nagkatotoo naman... Di ko pa nga lang sigurado kung talaga bang mabuting asawa ako kay Ella o mabuting ama sa mga anak ko, but I'm trying to be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-9062798235104704475?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/9062798235104704475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=9062798235104704475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/9062798235104704475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/9062798235104704475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be.html' title='When I grow up, I want to be a...'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-6762612556695294918</id><published>2006-11-04T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:30:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidental tourist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/DSC00516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was the first time, for almost a year of travelling to Malaysia, that I was able to roam through the trails of Historic Malacca one hot Sunday, 22Oct2006. My brother-in-law asked me to buy for him a 100Gig external hard disc, which is way cheaper in Malaysia than in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I took the chance and brought with me my camera... and now I'm sharing the pictures through this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Above is the Maritime Museum of Malacca located along the Malacca River, which is the replica of the Purtugese ship called "Flora del Mar" which sank off the coast of Malacca on its way to Purtugal. I am not sure, however, if it is the old Malacca Harbor. I took the picture on top of the St. Paul's Hill where the old St. Paul's Church is located. Historically, the Purtugese were the first westerners to settle in Malaysia particularly in Malacca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Entrance fee here is RM30.00 or around PhP400.00 and voila! You're inside a Purtugese Ship! Like all other museums, no picture taking is allowed inside. Sadly, I wasn't be able to go inside the ship... :(&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Opposite the Maritime Museum is the Old Purtugese Fortress. This is famously called as "A' Famosa". This was once a symbol of Purtugese supremacy in the Straits of Malacca. A' Famosa was destroyed by the Dutch in 1641 after 130 years of Purtugese occupation of Malacca. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Behind A' Famosa is the St. Pauls hill where the famous St. Paul's Church is located. The famous Jesuit Saint, St. Francis Xavier, was interred here for 9 months in 1553 before his body was finally transferred permanently to Goa, India.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00510.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The church was built by the Purtugese and was later turned into a burial ground of the noble dutch such as the Harbor Masters. To this date, Tombstones are still left intact inside the church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00523.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;At the base of the St. Paul's hill is the Stadthuys, which was the seat of the Dutch government at Malacca built in 1650. Inside the Stadthuy's complex is the Christ Church built in 1753, which is one of the oldest Christian churches in Mallaca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It took me almost an hour and a half following the trail but I ran out of excitement visiting other museums due to the heat that day adding up the haze caused by the Indonesian wild fires. I had a day though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I never thought I'd be a tourist one time to the fact that I travel to Malaysia for work. But the heck, I realize that It's also a chance for me to be enjoy the places I going to... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next stop... Vietnam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-6762612556695294918?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/6762612556695294918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=6762612556695294918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6762612556695294918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6762612556695294918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/11/accidental-tourist.html' title='Accidental tourist'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-5044245976875121014</id><published>2006-10-28T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:00:18.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><title type='text'>Isang masungit. Isang mapagmahal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/DSC00591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/102_0706.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hello?" Pupungas-pungas pa akong sumagot sa telepono ko mga hating gabi na yun nung sang buwan... Pabalik ako nun sa Pinas kinabukasan at kailangan ko gumising ng alas tres ng madaling araw at may dalawang oras pa ang byahe papuntang airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hon, san ka? Bat tagal mo sumagot, aber?" Tanong sa kabilang linya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Huh?" Ang himbing na ng tulog ko tapos ginising pa ako.."Dito sa kwarto ko natutulog... ano ba naman yan, hon... kailangan ko magising ng maaga..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiningnan ko relo ko at 12:24 na ng hating gabi. Dalawang oras na pala akong nakatulog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Weh, asan tv mo? Buksan mo kung anjan ka talaga." Sabi sa kabilang linya na may tamang duda... Nananaginip ba sya na may kasama akong napakagandang chick at kailangan nyang magising ng hating gabi at tawagan ako? May nakain ba yang kakaiba bago matulog at ako ang pinagdediskitahan nung magising sya sumakit ang tyan nya? May nagmumulto ba sa bahay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tumayo ako sa pagkahiga ko, dumeretso sa sala at binuksan ang tv...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ayan, masaya ka na?" Balik ko sa kanya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Weh, baka sa ibang kwarto yan... Ano yang naririning kong babae sa background?" Nang-iinis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Kulit mo! Reporter ng CNN yang naririning mo!" Pucha, wala na akong paglalagyan neto... "Bahala ka nga!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hon, sige na... ingat ka bukas ha. ab yu!" Ayun! tapos sabay baba ang telepono nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hello! Hello!" Wala na ako narinig pa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si Ella, misis ko. Buwan buwan ko nararanasan yan. Kung hindi nya gagawin yan, ako mismo tatawag sa kanya bago ako matulog at iparinig sa kanya ang tv ko... at iparamdam sa kanya na naninibago ako... hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oo, Nakakabwisit. Inaamin ko din na pikon talaga ako. Alam mo yung mukhang naghahamon palagi ng away na wala namang kadahidahilan... Pag pinatulan ko, tapos na araw ko. Kung hindi ko naman papatulan, tapos na rin araw ko. Wala talaga akong choice kundi patulan ang pang-iinis nya. Sa huli, kahit papaano may napaguusapan din naman kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ganyan lang naman si Ella. Unti unti ko na syang naintindahan. Sa isang banda, naiisip ko nag-aadjust pa lang kami bilang mag-asawa. Tatlong taon pa lang din naman kaming magkasama... Talagang ganyan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero hindi mapapantayan ng pangungulit nya ang pagiging ina nya sa mga anak namin. Hindi din mapapantayan ng pangungulit nya ang saya ko tuwing makikita ko siyang masaya. Hindi mapapantayan ng kakakulitan nya ang tuwa ni Josh tuwing dadating sya sa bahay galing sa trabaho at kung pano ipinapakita ni Josh ang pagmamahal nya sa nanay nya gabi-gabi. Hindi mahihigitan ng mga pangaasar nya sa kin ang pagmamahal na ibinibigay nya sa akin, sa amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday, hon. Salamat sa pagmamahal... Salamat sa suporta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ab yu...&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/23268088-5044245976875121014?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/5044245976875121014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=5044245976875121014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5044245976875121014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5044245976875121014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/10/isang-masungit-isang-mapagmahal.html' title='Isang masungit. Isang mapagmahal...'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-8752924880932593952</id><published>2006-10-26T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:19:21.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><title type='text'>Deepavali Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to celebrate Deepavali in Malaysia last Saturday with my Indian friends. What made me interested most is the way most Malaysians celebrate such festivals. They try to make it simple and just try to enjoy the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My chinese colleagues picked me up at my hostel at around 3:15 in the afternoon (i thought I'd be having a bad day, they were supposed to pick me up at 11am) then we went straight to Seellan's place. I thought, like us Filipinos, they'd be having lots of foods, alcohol and all that... so I prepared myself for that day. But..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seellan offered us some Indian biscuits and beer. Then he prepared us a good 'calderetang kambing', which tasted so good... chicken curry and java rice. That's it and I actually ate with my hands... hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00490.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Seellan and my chinese friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I didn't asked but Seellan explained that it's the way they celebrate. They are just happy having their friends come over to their place and mingle. So when Hariraya is celebrated by the Malay muslims, they will also go their muslim friends' house and mingle (even if they are not invited)... and so with the chinese new year and christmas... 'most important is that you have friends...' he told me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At 8pm, I went to another indian's place and celebrate with his family. I was just the only one he expected that night though. Dr. Panchal is a pure Indian by the way. We had some veggie foods and some just been sent by her mom from India, a pepsi gold and some fancy fireworks outside their flat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Panchal with his wife and daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a good day. A good Deepavali Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-8752924880932593952?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/8752924880932593952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=8752924880932593952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8752924880932593952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8752924880932593952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/10/deepavali-saturday.html' title='Deepavali Saturday'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-5511321598118363614</id><published>2006-10-26T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T10:06:32.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckedupsociety'/><title type='text'>Ayan na, Lambino!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kadarating ko lang nung lunes. Wala masyado ako balita dito. Di na din ako nagtangkang magtanong kay ella kung ano na balita sa pinas. Di na din ako nagtangka manood ng balita at miss na miss ko mga anak ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalawang araw din na di ko pinansin PC ko...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nabalitaan ko lang kanina na nagdesisyon na pala ang korte suprema kahapon tungkol sa 'peoples' initiative' kuno na inihain ng Lambino. Sa wakas, kahit papano nagsalita na rin ang korte. Sana matapos na rin ang kahibangang ito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At kung pinapanindigan talaga nya na walang halong panloloko yung 'peoples' initiative' na sinasabi nya, ewan ko na lang. Pero nagsalita na ang korte suprema...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“An initiative that gathers signatures from the people without first showing to the people the full text of the proposed amendments is most likely a deception, and can operate as a gigantic fraud on the people.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ayan na, Lambino. Mukhang nanloko daw kayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi nga ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inq7.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view_article.php?article_id=28768"&gt; Read INQ7 article here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-5511321598118363614?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/5511321598118363614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=5511321598118363614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5511321598118363614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/5511321598118363614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/10/ayan-na-lambino.html' title='Ayan na, Lambino!'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-8322298957600131984</id><published>2006-10-16T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:57:08.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Travelling with crickets and a glitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I travel every month to Malaysia and yesterday was no different. I woke up at 3:30 in the morning and have some preparations and leave house at 5:00 am for a four-hour journey to Clark International Airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only thing that mattered was that I had cold and it would be the first time that I travel with a runny nose. But it didn't worried me much, I thought it wouldn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, just as the plane took off  that I realized that it would be a hell of a flight. My ears were in pain and worst, I barely hear a thing except for a ringing sound... sounds like there were a couple of crickets on the plane. The pain was just horrible. It settled a little bit halfway through the flight but still it was in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it was not the end of it. The ringing intensified during landing and as if my right ear was going to burst. It was the worst pain next to a toothache that I felt in my entire life and I felt that I was going to pass out... Fucking colds!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where's my taxi!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Usually, a taxi driver waits for me outside the airport in Malaysia to take me to a two and a half drive to Melaka... But yesterday nobody was there to pick me up. I waited for about 20~30 minutes but there was no taxi driver coming to get me. Unfortunately, my local SIM card doesn't have enough credits to make a call. And fuck, I have to purchase a minimum of RM30.00 worth of credits at the airport. It's too much for a short stay in Melaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I didn't have a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I realized that our admin officer forgot to book me for a taxi. What??? I only got RM70.00 left in my pocket and the taxi rates could go up to RM150.00 from the airport to Melaka... I had never been to KL before and I don't want to take the risk of getting there with just RM70.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to wait for another 3 hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a long day yesterday. I arrived at my hostel in Melaka at 8:30 still with my right ear aching, half deaf, with a headache and a couple of 'crickets' ringing hard, and I was so fucking tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will be flying again on Wednesday. This time to Vietnam and go back here on Friday night and fly again on Monday back to Philippines... and I still have this fucking colds, aching ears... and the fucking crickets!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-8322298957600131984?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/8322298957600131984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=8322298957600131984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8322298957600131984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8322298957600131984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/10/travelling-with-crickets-and-glitch.html' title='Travelling with crickets and a glitch'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-1803382017569426516</id><published>2006-10-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:21:35.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/IMG_0161_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/IMG_0161_edited.0.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mother's Name: Aritas Lumod Lagat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Occupation: Plain housewife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Yan ang sinulat ko nung pinagfifill-up ako ng biodata sa isang fastfood chain sa mindanao. Plain housewife ang occupation. Ano nga ba naman maisusulat ko kundi yun lang ang alam ko mula nung matuto ako magfill-up ng biodata. Plain housewife...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daming tanong sa kin nung general manager ng foodchain na yun nung interview. Hanggang umabot kami tungkol sa kung pano kami nabubuhay at wala naman trabaho ang papa at plain housewife lang si mama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grade 5 pa lang ako nang mawalan ng trabaho si papa sa NFA pagkatapos ng labin-limang taon sa serbisyo. Ayaw kasi ni papa na ilipat sya sa Cotabato. Usap-usapan pati nun na inililipat o tinatanggal mga maka-marcos sa ibang lugar... at si papa parang die hard kay marcos, ayun sapul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Simula noon, si mama na ang naging tungkod ng pamilya. Ayaw na ni papa. Barkadahan na lang, inuman ang gusto nya. At kung ano ang nasa isip nya noon, hindi ko alam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Una, nagkaroon si mama ng sari-sari store. At dahil sa dun na namin kinukuha mga gastusin namin sa araw-araw, naubos din ito pagkatapos ng ilang buwan. Ang maalala ko lang nun ay ang paguwing lasing ni papa halos gabi-gabi at ang nakakabinging away nilang dalawa... 'Di ko masisisi si mama kung bakit sya galit at mula nun natuto akong magalit kay papa. Dun ko lalo naappreciate ang pagiging ina ni mama. Lahat gusto subukan mairaos lang kami sa isang araw at kung ano man ang dala ng buhay kinabukasan, bahala na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nangutang sa 5-6. Nagtinda ng Avon. Nagbabahay-bahay ng kung anong tinda. Nakapunta sa GenSan at Cotabato para magbahaybahay ng mga bag, flashslight, calculator at libro. Naging ahente sa halos lahat na appliance centers sa Cagayan de Oro. Nagtatago ng pinagkakautangan. Naging sidekick ng swindler. Naging witness sa isang swindling case. Nagtinda ng lansones. Nagtinda ng sibuyas at bawang. Nagtinda ng asin. Natulog sa palengke. Naging mananahi. Umuuwing luhaan. Umuuwing pagod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Magkaron lang kami ng maliit na tuluyan. Makakain. Makapag-aral. Matuto sa buhay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Do you want me to hire you because of your mother?" Tanong sa kin nung genral manager. At kung ano man ang ibig sabihin nya sa tanong na yun... "Oo sir, please... matabangan lang nako si mama, makahuman lang ako igsoon sa high school..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ano nga ba dapat naisulat ko dun sa bio-data? Hanggang ngayon, di ko pa din maisip. Paminsan minsan, binabalik balikan namin ni mama ang kwento nya. Tawa sya ng tawa. Natutuwa. Hindi lang nya siguro maisip kung pano nya nalampasan ang mga taon na yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;64 na si mama. Meron pa ring konting struggles. Siguro hindi na mawawala yun. Inaalala pa rin nya kami. Hindi pa rin sya nagbabago. Pero hindi gaya noon, nakikita na naming magkakapatid ang tuwa at saya na nadarama nya ngayon. Nakakatuwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa lahat-lahat... salamat, Ma.&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/23268088-1803382017569426516?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/1803382017569426516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=1803382017569426516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1803382017569426516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1803382017569426516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/10/mama.html' title='Mama'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-3490518305113396126</id><published>2006-10-10T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:32:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condo sa ilalim ng tulay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Napanood ko kagabi ang isang doumentary ng &lt;a href="http://www.igma.tv/show.php?howid=42"&gt;I-Witness&lt;/a&gt; tungkol sa condo living sa may tulay sa pagitan ng Makati at Pasay. Naipakita ni Jay Taruk ang sitwasyon ng mga naninirahan sa ilalim ng tulay sa kamaynilaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nung mga nakaraang linggo, ipinalabas ng gobyerno ang isang report kung saan ang 'per capita income' daw ng isang pilipino ay nasa pinakataas na antas sa ilalim ng pamahalaang Arroyo. US$1400.00 daw ito, mas mataas kumpara sa mga nagdaang administrasyon. Sa madaling salita, ito daw ay ang kinikita ng isang pinoy sa loob ng isang taon. Kung nakakabuti man ito sa isang bansa, siguro ay dapat tayong matuwa. Pero....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nang mga linggo ding iyon, ipinahayag ni Arroyo na ang Pilipinas daw ay wala na sa listahan ng mga 3rd world na bansa kundi naiangat na daw ito sa bilang ng mga 'second world' na bansa. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nakakatuwa. Nakakaaliw. Nakakahibang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang doyumentaryong napanood ko kagabi ay nagsasabi ng taliwas sa mga sinasabi ng gobyerno. Sabi nila umaangat ang buhay ng mga pilipino. Ang sabi ng mga tao sa ilalim ng tulay, parami nang parami sila sa condo... kasama na dun ang pagdami ng mga ipis, daga, lamok, sakit, at kung anu-ano pang mga kahayupan na nararanasan nila sa ilalim ng tulay. Ito'y isang katotohanan na pilit na ititinatago ng pamahalaan sa buong mundo. Hindi man natin pansin, naglalagay ng mga malalaking pader ang pamahalaan sa mga tulay sa kamaynilaan para lang di makita ng publiko ang katotohanan sa likod ng pader na to. Para na rin nilang sinasabing hindi na nila kayang puksain ang kahirapan sa bansa at takpan na lang ng maayos na pader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa totoo lang, napaluha ako sa napanood ko kagabi. Dati, gusto kong malaman kung ano meron sa ilalim ng tulay sa kamaynilaan. Nakita ko yun kagabi. Nakakatakot. Ang lupit. Kahit anong pilit na tuwa ang mga ipinapakita ng mga tao dun, di nila maitatago ang hirap na ni minsan ay di nila pinangarap. Masikip. Mainit. Maingay. Madumi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si mang Marvin, hindi mo akalain na binubuhay nya ang kanyang pamilya sa pagsusuyod sa kanal (ilog) araw-araw. Ano ng ba naman ang magagawa nya kundi buhayin ang pamilya nya... kahit alam nyang malabo ang kinabukasan na haharapin ng mga anak nya. Isang kahig, maraming beses wala silang matuka... Hindi ko man maisip kung bakit sila nagkakaganyan o kung bakit napunta sila sa ganyang sitwasyon. Di ko dn masagot kung ano nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit sila napunta sa sitwasyon na yan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero ang pagkakaalam ko, may karapatan silang mabuhay na maayos at marangal at sa tingin ko malaki ang dapat na pakialam ng gobyerno sa mga kababayan ko kahit na, kahit na hindi natin maisisi lahat sa pamahalaan ang paghihirap nila. Pero, hindi ko rin maialis sa isipan ko kung pano sila nagkakaundagaga sa paghahanap ng makakain sa bawat araw... sa nakikita ko, hindi sila tamad tulad nang pananaw ko sa kanila noon. Wala lang silang pagkakataon nang katulad sa atin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ano nga ba ang kahulugan sa atin sa 'per capita' income na sinasabi ng pamahalaan? Ano nga ba ang kahulugan sa atin sa pag-angat ng ating bansa (kuno) sa 'second world' na sinasabi ni Arroyo? Ano nga ba ang kahulugan sa atin ang pag-angat ng piso laban sa dolyar? May nararamdaman ba ako? May nararamdaman ba silang nakatira sa ilalim ng tulay? Sana may magagawa ako, bayan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang dokyumentaryong napanood ko kagabi ay lalong nagpamulat sa aking maga mata sa katotohanan... ang katotohanan na nagpapakita ng kasinungalingan ng pamahalaan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bayan, ano pa ang mangyayari sa yo? Ano pa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-3490518305113396126?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/3490518305113396126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=3490518305113396126' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3490518305113396126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3490518305113396126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/10/condo-sa-ilalim-ng-tulay.html' title='Condo sa ilalim ng tulay'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-675598435434500502</id><published>2006-10-10T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:23:15.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day Melenyo visited us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a day of (w)reckoning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I lost track of my LPG consumption and finally it was fully depleted the day Melenyo struck Laguna. Just as I thought the storm was over at around 11am and the sun was slightly shining, my wife had to hurry me up to go to an LPG shop. So I went outside and I didn't realized that the storm wasn't over yet. 20 mins later... I found out that Melenyo's eye just passed and the worst was yet to come. First I stayed at our village's guard house for shelter but later, I found myself braving Melenyo's winds going back to my place... of course without the LPG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then my internet wireless antenna was down... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Super hungry, my wife revolutionized cooking noodles... bwahahahahahaha!!! She opened 2 packs of instant noodles and had it "boiled" to a fucking cold water. She said that the noodles will basically expand and soften (or cooked daw) when soaked wet.... and after 10 thrilling moments... voila! Like magic, it worked... Marami pala talaga maiisip pag gutom. But the thing was, she just tasted the noodles and had our househelp eat the rest... hahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the storm, my wife had another idea... "call a friend..." So did I called a neighbor who happens to have a car. Pareng Rey came to the rescue! So we took off to the LPG shop. Of course, in the buy list were some junks (as in chips and boy bawang), a couple of 1.5 liter sodas and a pack loaf bread. On our way back, we had to pass through a detour because of the flood and suddenly... pareng rey's car stopped. Pucha!!! It just stopped!!! Nandamay pa ako sa kamalasan ko!!! Fortunately, the car re-started and we hurried back our place. Whew!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have LPG!!! We have LPG!!! My wife can now cook noodles in a conventional way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hours later, my phone went dead. Then my wife's phone. Without electricity, we became "deaf and mute..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That night, my wife couldn't sleep. She just stayed awake the whole night trying to make my kids comfortable as possible. We can't find her hand fan, so we had to use some cardboards as fan. At first, I tried to vigil with her and then later she was alone.... the next morning, it was my turn... (actually, nahiya na lang ako kaya ako nagising...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following day, our househelp told me... "kuya, wala nang tubig sa gripo..." Pucha!!! What's worst than that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My wife and I just shrugged it off and laughed at our inexperience. Walang kuryente, walang internet, naubusan ng LPG, nagluto si ella ng noodles sa malamig na tubig, nandamay ng kapitbahay, nagvigil ako ng 30 minutes at si ella magdamag, at naubusan ng tubig kinabukasan... it was an experience of the inexperienced. We learned a lot of Melenyo. With a little bit of boy bawang and some chips, we were comforted after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next time, we will be ready...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-675598435434500502?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/675598435434500502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=675598435434500502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/675598435434500502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/675598435434500502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-melenyo-visited-us.html' title='The day Melenyo visited us...'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-2770434908203947242</id><published>2006-09-26T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:07:16.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><title type='text'>Damn small step...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like everything else, it all started with a small step... and I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was exactly a year ago when I decided to step up and prove to myself that I can still renew the confidence that I lost since I left the first sales company that trained me to be a salesman. Not only the confidence that I wanted to renew, I also wanted to claim the person that I was before. The feeling of being a looser started to overwhelm me and I was afraid that it was going to be out of control. I knew it would be a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The president called me the day my 8-month old son was operated. I can still remember what he told me that time and it was really confusing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Jay, pasensyahan tayo. Nawalan ako ng mga kaibigan dahil sa 'yo. Ang ganda ng pasok mo sa kompanya ko... hanggang next month ka na lang. Gusto ko bumenta ka. Wala akong pakialam kung ano mga pinangako sa yo ng mga naghire sa yo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking back, I remember one May morning that a former colleague called me for breakfast. He said he wanted to talk to me about the future of my son and my family... His words struck me. He was my friend, a family friend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then he talked about how good his company was performing a year before. He talked about how much they enjoyed their Christmas. He talked about the future of the company. Their plans. The expansion and all sorts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Pare, gusto kita makasama dito. Para to sa inaanak ko. Sa tingin ko walang mangyayari sa yo jan... yung kinikita mo ba ngayon kasya sa mga gastusin ng pamilya mo? Tingnan mo ko pare..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"We lack supervisor. I want you to be my supervisor. You will handle about a couple of sales persons and all you have to do is supervise. You don't need to sell... just supervise..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought about it. The compensation was good. It was more than good for my family to survive for a month. Car. Perks. Guaranteed year-end bonus. Etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, it all boiled down to money. I started to compare the revenues that I earn with the revenues that I was giving to the company. I thought I can no longer survive... then I left. It was a leap of faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I joined, there I slowly realize that all those things were not really true. Everything slowly emerged. I felt I was trap. I was trying to convince myself that everything was well and good. My proud self was telling me that I made the right decision and I was on the right direction. Then the president will call me and tell me things that an employee wouldn't want to hear. It was so depressing. All the good things that my friend told me was no longer there. "I lost good friends because of you, jay.." phrase was on my mind everyday. I was no longer the positive thinker... I was afraid. Maybe because I am a family man and that matters to me. My family. What will happen to my family if I don't have a job? Panic set in. It was confusing. I felt I was self-destructing... and I never confided to my wife until I decided to make a move. I just didn't want her to think about it and blame me for my miseries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exactly a year ago when I decided to make a small step to redeem my lost self. Though it would be another two months of insults, fear, and self-realization... it was a damn small step to redemption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until now, I am thanking my wife for standing by me during those agonizing days. I never seen her so supportive of my instincts. Ella was just there for me, no matter what. I'm also thanking Josh for the uplifting smiles.. it was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you JobsDB for the assistance... you may never know but you helped me made a damn small step...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-2770434908203947242?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/2770434908203947242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=2770434908203947242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/2770434908203947242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/2770434908203947242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-small-step.html' title='Damn small step...'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-4794795133677106323</id><published>2006-09-25T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T08:40:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrimination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just after I boarded the cab at the airport in Kuala Lumpur last wednesday, the taxi driver told me that some Malaysians are concerned about the situation in Thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What situation?" I asked him. I swear I didn't know about it. I wasn't watching some news channel before I left Manila. There wasn't even news of it at the Clark International Airport... sadly there were no newspapers available at the airport also. I wonder why such an international hub doesn't have a newstand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Bombing in Southern Thailand and a coup in the Thai capital. About two (2) Malaysian nationals died in the southern thailand bombing..." The driver, in his mid-40s, was telling me like he was a thai. He told me that the bombimng in southern Thailand was close to the malaysian boarder and they are concerned that some terrorists have free access in Malaysia. "Malaysia is typically a free and peaceful country..." he said. "People of mixed cultures live here in peace and harmony..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can see that in Malaysia. I can't see that in the Philippines... I thought to myself. I was thinking about the fragile peace in Mindanao. I was wondering why such a christian country is having difficulties dealing with our muslim brothers in the south and why such a muslim country like Malaysia live peacefully with christians, hindus and buddhists? I just can't understand why muslims in the Philippines, especially in Mindanao, were so misunderstood, and why christians in Malaysia are respected. Who started all this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember a muslim friend back in Mindanao that he had to declare in his resume that he is a catholic just have a decent job. "It's the reality that we have to live with, even if it takes giving up may faith just to survive.." he would complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also remember when I first reported for work in Laguna when some tagalogs reacted of my being a mindanaoan... "Mindanao? Muslim ka? 'Di ba ang gulo dun?..." "Mga taga Maynila ang nanggugulo dun.." I would answer them back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Discrimination?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have a ready answer for this. Though I see some changes now than 15 years ago, I can still see an endless war in Mindanao. It would be tough to say this but we practice discrimination in our country. Ironically, we complain of us being discriminated in other countries... we complain about the meaning of the word "filipina" in the greek dictionary and all that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Errrr... I hope it's just a cultural flaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-4794795133677106323?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/4794795133677106323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=4794795133677106323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4794795133677106323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/4794795133677106323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/09/discrimination.html' title='Discrimination'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-1856315025154101718</id><published>2006-09-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:46:16.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckedupsociety'/><title type='text'>Nograles is a big Joke!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;World Bank report is misleading??? This is what the pro-administration lawmakers say about the report. &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inq7.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view_article.php?article_id=21762"&gt;read full article here from inq7&lt;/a&gt;. This comment must be one hell of a joke!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the article, Nograles challenges the World Bank to provide specific evidence on corrupt practices in the Philippines to the Ombudsman "otherwise, its findings and general charges are just accusations blowing in the wind and meant to destroy and not to help this republic." This is onother one hell of a fucking joke!!! Is Nograles blind? Nakakabulag ba ang pumwesto sa kongreso? Nakakabulag ba ang payola ng malacanang? Pucha... Lumingon-lingon naman dyan at baka ka mastroke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some, Nograles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If Fertilizer fund was not corrupted, then what will Nograles call it? Why is Malacanang still trying to cover-up this fucking mess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If the OWWA funds were not corrupted, then why need emergency funding on the Lebanon Crisis? What do say, Nograles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If Philhealth cards distribution is not electioneering, why do it during the election period? Are Philhealth cards being distributed now??? Bakit nga ba walang nagdidistribute nyan ngayon? Meron ka ba dyan Nograles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can I ask Mr. Nograles to look into our road networks? If the road user's tax are not corrupted, then why are our roads look like stone age roads? Nograles, pumunta ka sa Cabuyao at dumaan ka sa Pulo-Diezmo Road nang makita mo kung paano binaboy ng pamahalaan ng Cabuyao at ng Pamahalaan ng Laguna ang mga residente dito at ang mga malalaking industriya dito. Eto na lang para mas malapit, Nograles, umikot ka sa Maynila kahit malapit jan sa Malacanang at sabihin mo sa amin na napakaganda ng mga kalsada natin. Do we need an Ombudsman just to prove this? huh? Tanga ka ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why are there ghost employees in government agencies? Bakit may nga haoshao jan sa mga opisina ng gobyerno? I bet Nograles doesn't know this. It's not filed in the office of the ombudsman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What happened to the so called "Lyfestyle Checks"? Ano yun, smokescreen lang para masabing pinapatay nyo na ang corruption sa bansa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at marami pang iba...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We don't need to file a case to the office of the ombudsman, Nograles, just to prove corruption as much as you don't need to tell your mother that you are not having an erection while watching a tripleX movie. Otherwise, you will be called "inutil." Can you just stop joking around and we are fuckingly serious about corruption in this country. I bet the World Bank is not fool enough to realease a report without considering all aspects. This is one hell of a basic thing in reporting, grade school subject to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Makes me think, does Nograles write his own report???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like JocJoc and Bunye, Nograles is one fucking hell of a joke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-1856315025154101718?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/1856315025154101718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=1856315025154101718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1856315025154101718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/1856315025154101718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/09/nograles-is-big-joke.html' title='Nograles is a big Joke!!!'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-3193430466075863505</id><published>2006-09-18T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:46:18.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckedupsociety'/><title type='text'>Bayan, ano pa ang mangyayari sa yo?</title><content type='html'>Vietnam ranked 4th among the most competitive economies among the ASEAN replacing the Philippines, according to a survey conducted by the Singaporean Institute of Policy Studies (IPS) and the Nanyang Technological University (NTU)… I just browsed this one this morning as I was researching on the some Vietnamese companies.&lt;br /&gt;3Million jobless pinoys. Mike Arroyo filed libel cases against 42 journalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I expect from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cambodia ranks 5th among ASEAN economies replacing the Philippines by 2008. I have no data for this but it is very possible, I believe. Knowing the capability of our political system to self-destruct. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the rate of increase of unemployment per year, there will be close to 5M unemployed filipinos by 2010. Since 2001, GMA has been talking about reforms but these reforms were not effective (if there are any) to correct this problem. In 2004, she talks about 10M more jobs to be generated by 2010. I don't think so. She is way reaching beyond the stars just looking for the moon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philippines will be one of the "Moguls" of corrupt countries. In 2004, Philippines is with the "Matriarchs and Clans" alongside Russia and Mexico according the World Bank Anti-Curroption book reports. Hmmm… So we're like the higlanders now, huh? Immortal corrupt… Baka ma libel ako neto… &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and… by 2010, Mike Arroyo will file libel suits to 6M Filipinos… including bloggers… &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's worst than that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-3193430466075863505?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/3193430466075863505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=3193430466075863505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3193430466075863505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3193430466075863505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/09/bayan-ano-pa-ang-mangyayari-sa-yo.html' title='Bayan, ano pa ang mangyayari sa yo?'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-7190668639652181960</id><published>2006-09-12T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:05:08.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/DSC00291.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00291.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00299_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/200/DSC00297_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Taken at my frontyard using Sony DSC-W30 camera. Just learning though...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-7190668639652181960?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/7190668639652181960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=7190668639652181960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7190668639652181960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/7190668639652181960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/09/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-6019139334616162847</id><published>2006-09-11T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:52:58.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked-up society'/><title type='text'>Nuisance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/DSC00259_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/320/DSC00259_edited.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a couple of attempts to have our own homeowners' association and failed, we now have at least a budding organization. It may not be as perfect as the homeowners wanted to become… at least things are now moving. What fuels the movement??? Just a retired 72-year old lady with extra-ordinary leadership skills. Perhaps maybe she just want things to be organized and adding up her past experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One will be ashamed thinking that I was one of those people who helped organized but failed. I thought that organizing is not my forte, and I was impatient, that I had to give up. I failed.&lt;br /&gt;I am not really sure if it is really in the Filipino's heart to pull down a fellow when things are in shape. Or is it a cultural flaw? I just don't understand. I am almost always annoyed with all those Fil-foreigners throwing bad comments/blogs about this very country that molds me. I thought that these guys doesn't have the right to comment as they are no longer "pinoys" as they used to be. But on the other hand, I find these comments full of damn truth. What else can I do but shamefully shrug… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One classic example. A group of guys wanted to derail the progress of our budding community. They all have these ideas on how to make our community flourish and progressive. They wanted to speak a lot on meetings, just wanting that their voince is heard and considered. Not only that, it seems that they only want their voice to be heard. If somebody airs an idea opposing theirs, they will call it being "disrespectful." Wow, is it normal to all cultures or exclusive to our culture only?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking back on the previous attempts, these guys are one of the firsts to fail. If their ideas and "stragedies" are effective, where were the results? Were there any valid progress at all? Were things organized during their failed attempts? These guys just want to fuck someone else's ass then leave. Shockingly, they also make up some tales then would just deny it or "edit" all the stories to their fucking perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things are moving quite well under Mommy's leadership. For the first time in almost three years that we see some movements. It's nice to know that there is an opposition. I believe it is healthy. But seeing all these makes one to be annoyed. What the fuck are they doing??? I myself tried before but fail and I can't just help but ashmed to the fact that this retired lady who is supposed to enjoy her retirement does something for us and doing really well… We didn't have the milestones that her leadership has now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This may explain the ugliness of our political system. I thought that these politicians started it all but now I realized that it started from the bottom up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mommy would say to me, "Jay, this is a fucking cruel world…" and I would tell her back… " Mommy, nasa Pilipinas tayo…" Then we are cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-6019139334616162847?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/6019139334616162847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=6019139334616162847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6019139334616162847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6019139334616162847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/09/nuisance.html' title='Nuisance'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-8217384767758425559</id><published>2006-09-08T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:48:53.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/DSC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/320/DSC00041.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pindot, pindot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the first words my son would utter in the morning with a barney disc in his hand. Most of the time we can't help but submit to his beggings no matter how a good a tv show or a movie we are watching… unless we want to see him like a mad man the whole hour. But what else can we do??? Oh kids…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, we notice him running around, uttering some words (sounds like singing actually), and his one hand on top of the other. "Fly, fly, fly…" he says and he would just jump around and running like a drunk. My wife told me that its a butterfly song he saw from barney. The following week, we heard him singing another barney song with his hands up in the air… We realize then how much he likes music. Then he would kiss us after the act, like some actors giving some gratitudes to the audience. Funny…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It amazes me everytime Josh does new things. We first notice his fondness to music when he was just about 6-7 months old. My wife and I would hum the lullaby song together for him to get to sleep… but he would just cry after we stop humming. The following days, we would hear him cooing with us as we humm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember during a jumbo pack tv commercial when he would make his body freeze and his head banging. He really made us laugh that night and the following day, my wife bought some novelty song cds so that he could watch it over and over again. Then we were a fan of Lito Camo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he hearned to stand, he would dance like my drunk father with only his knees do the bends. That's the only dance step he knew until now, actually. Just bending his knees up and down, his hands clasped or raised, and his feet glued to the floor. "Parang unano..", my wife would comment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is his 21st month and he's learning a lot! At his age, he can do the sign of the cross complete with the uttering of the Holy Trinity and he's so composed inside the church. Says goodnight to his Mcdonalds' toys before he sleeps. He can follow few songs… he would just hum and utter the last word of each line. He shouts "kakyaw!" when he sees manny on tv. He would hide to his mom when he sees cherry gil on the maldita billboard and would say "menang, menang, tatot…" When my wife (or his lolas) scolds him, he would kiss and hug them like bluffing and would say "lab yu" or "sorry"… He would kiss Lela everytime we come home from work… but dislikes Lela sometimes when we are not around… and he now have 10 bags full of tricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we thought we see him learn new things each day, we didn't realize how much he has taught us to be the parents that we are today. He just made us so proud of him that we plan more for the future of our kids… and we can't wait for what else he can learn and do tomorrow… and we just can't wait for Lela's turn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for another bundle of joy? hmmm…. maybe… who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-8217384767758425559?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/8217384767758425559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=8217384767758425559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8217384767758425559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/8217384767758425559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/09/josh.html' title='Josh'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-3420853238429501174</id><published>2006-09-07T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:39:48.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/1600/DSC00221_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2808/2840/320/DSC00221_edited.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 3 in the morning when I heard Lela cried. It's the usual time for me or my wife to feed her. Since I am quite in control of my time at working hours, it's my task to feed her at dawn. Ella has to take a good rest after a long day at work and long commute. Though sometimes I complain to take a break… Ella will just tell me that she's been taking care of Lela since conception and it's about time for me to take care of her until her 9th month… How smart (hahaha!). I know it's a joke! What else can I do???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most dads, I am always amazed about taking care of my daughter. I just thought that she's an angel. It's not that I am being unfair to my first born (Josh). Of course, I love him so much. But the thought of seeing her growing and learning new tricks makes me think that I am cool.&lt;br /&gt;I remember going on her second month that she can't sleep that I had to cuddle her all night. The following night, I had to lie in bed with her in my arms. She slept. Then I realized later on that she just like to sleep that way. That was her first trick and she's still doing it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Lela learns to smile and a new trick brewing. Makes me wonder sometimes that she may have known we need her smiles after a long hard day specially with Ella. Adding up the joy that Josh is giving us despite his being terrible most of the time. Wow, it's heaven on earth, I tought. We can just stare at her smiling and all the troubles the day has brought seem to vanish…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was awaken by her cries 3 o'clock this morning. At first I was pretending I didn't heard a thing and hoping that Ella will take her turns… But the usual happens. I took off and prepared her milk… Lela didn't want a feed. She just smiled like she's pretending that she didnt wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;It was a trick of course… but these simple pleasures give us assurance that no matter how hard life is, everything will go out fine.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Lela…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-3420853238429501174?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/3420853238429501174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=3420853238429501174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3420853238429501174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/3420853238429501174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/09/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple pleasures'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-894296766980736706</id><published>2006-09-06T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:36:18.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flops'/><title type='text'>Zagu</title><content type='html'>Nagtext sa kin si tukog nung isang linggo… "bro dadating si LJ sa sabado…"&lt;br /&gt;Ah si LJ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Lovejoy, kapatid ni tukog. Di ko maalala kung ano tawag namin sa kanya. Isa din sya sa pasimuno ng munting prat namin noon. Naalala ko, sya pala yung nagsketch ng coat of arms ng prat. Medjo magaling din kasi gumuhit si LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakista. Naalala ko paborito nyang kanta ang sweet child of mine ng guns and roses. Isa din sya sa nagturo sa amin ng iba't ibang kamunduhan at kalokohan. Magrolyo ng RP, mag hithit ng RP, mamboso, at magkunwari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko, minsan lasing na lasing yung bagong dating na sis namin galing marawi. Lahat kami nasa hostel ni tukog. Syempre, kapatiran. Pinunasan at binihisan namin si sis. Sabi nya, "Bro, asikasuhin at alagaan natin sya para wala silang masabi sa tin…" Sinabi nya yun ng walang dudang kaplastikan… sinagot ko din sya nang walang dudang kaplastikan… Kinabukasan, di nya napigilang sabihin sa kin ang kamunduhang nasa isip nya. Buti na lang daw andun ako… yun din naisip ko… buti na lang andun sya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkitakita kami ni tukog at LJ kahapon. Inaasikaso kasi ni LJ ang papeles nya pa saudi. Drayber ng bus sa kompanyang pinapasukan ni Camel. Ayun, kwentuhan. Pilit na binalikbalikan ang kahapon. Kantyawan. Tawanan. Nakwento nya ang hirap sa mindanao at ang hirap ng isang ama na mawalay sa anak, at ang pagiging asawa na mawalay sa asawa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaya ng dati, namasyal kami na walang ekstrang pera. Walang pakialam basta magkakasama lang kaming tatlo. E ano bang magagawa namin e gusto ni tukog maglakad.&lt;br /&gt;Dapat daw magpaunlak ako at sa tagal na namin na hindi nagkita. Nadale ako. Isang daan lang ekstra ko pero hayaan na. Bumili na lang ako ng Zagu para sa aming tatlo. Regular lang, walang halong sago. Nabunot ko pa ang dalawang pisong natitirang coins ko. Nasa isip ko, wantutrihin ko na lang yung jip na sasakyan ko papuntang Buendia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang mga zagung yun ang nagpahaba lalo ng kwentuhan. Nagpapaikot sa amin sa loob ng mall na di halatang walang pera. Nagpaboko kay tukog sa kanyang corruption sexperience… at sa mga kwento ng samahan na di ko nasaksihan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya kahit papano. Masaya kahit walang pera. Masaya kahit Zagu lang…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-894296766980736706?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/894296766980736706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=894296766980736706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/894296766980736706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/894296766980736706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/09/zagu_06.html' title='Zagu'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-6699883865705758399</id><published>2006-07-10T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:31:17.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovered Reality'/><title type='text'>Cheaper Air Travel</title><content type='html'>I'll be flying to Malaysia tomorrow and it would be the third time that I take on Air Asia after our company decided to cut down costs. It really make sense though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Airlines could cost you around 30kpesos on a round trip ticket. On the other hand, flying with Air Asia could only cost you around 8kpesos on a round trip ticket.&lt;br /&gt;How was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were interviewing one of the ground staffs of Air Asia at Clark last June about this. She said that Low Cost Carriers like Air Asia will only charge you for the your seat, insurance and fuel surcharges whereas with the Full Service Carriers like PAL, MAS, they charge you with loads of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That much? Yes, that much. That includes insurance, fuel surcharge, foods, in-flight entertainment, hotel costs and food costs in case the flight is delayed (wow!), and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like flying with LCCs makes a lot of sense. Though you have to pay for the food in-flight, you can still save a lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some inconveniences though. Delayed flights, horrible shakings in air turbulences, and small legroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the heck, I'm still in one piece!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-6699883865705758399?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6699883865705758399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/6699883865705758399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/07/ill-be-flying-to-malaysia-tomorrow-and.html' title='Cheaper Air Travel'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-115224558716213400</id><published>2006-07-07T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:18:22.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>How would I like my last moment to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen a person on his death bed before but I heard some stories and mostly these stories are from the movies. One story struck me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good cousin passed away about two weeks ago after a heart failure episode following a sudden low-potassium level in his system. In less than 24 hours, he retired... with so much pain in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wiggy, tawagan nako si Weng para makastorya mo karon ba... (I'll call your wife so that you could be able to talk to her now...)" Makith, her sister told her during his ordeal. She believed that it would had been the perfect moment for the both of them to talk after a failed marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time they talked was months ago. After that, I was told that kuya had never been so sad all his life. A week before his passing, he complained to ate Makith how bad his life had been, with all the pain he's felt, about his failed marriage, about his love for his daughters, hi in-laws. He lamented why he was so weak and Makith is stronger than him in so many ways and he cried hard with hard breathings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saba diha!!! Tawag tawag anang bayhanang way pagpakabana nako!!! (Shut up!!! Why call that woman who never cared about me!!!" With all his might he shouted at ate makith that time... She must have hurt him so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on his death, how would I like my last moments be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I like to be alone in my death bed... I mean with no one staring at me die slowly. I don't want to hear my love ones cry.. or hear them that I hold on.. or hear them how good or how bad a person I was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to say something that would hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-115224558716213400?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/115224558716213400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=115224558716213400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/115224558716213400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/115224558716213400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-114359033600550194</id><published>2006-03-29T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:12:46.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors with Punctuality Issues</title><content type='html'>I took my father to the hospital about two days ago for him to have his left ear checked. Wow, I was surprised by the way some doctors practice pucntuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not all doctors are coming in super late based on their schedule. Others have some valid reasons why they are coming in late while some are just very depressing knowing that they are health professionals for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I will try to keep on blogging those doctors who are coming in very late. I'll just start with the Calamba Medical Center. I am aware that UST and PGH also have this punctuality problem and I will not hesitate to blog them here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Rhodora Ocampo,&lt;/strong&gt; M.D., FPSO-HNS (ENT) Rm. no. 3109 Calamba Medical Center. Arrived 1hour late based on her schedule on 27 March 2006, making 30 patients in agony.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Cynthia Talla&lt;/strong&gt;, M.D., FPCP-FPCCP (Pulmonologist) Rm no. 3111 Calamba Medical Center. Scheduled to arrive at 2 hours late from home on 27 March 2006. One patient told me that she is always coming in late!!! And take note!!! Her patients are expecting her coming in late!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to ruin their reputations as doctors. I just want to let the world know that these doctors have punctuality issues and sick people don't deserve such attitude. It's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also have to post here model Doctors (in my point of view) in the aspect of punctuality and personal touch.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Rosita Pardillo&lt;/strong&gt;, M.D. OB-Gyne Chinese Medical Center. She is our OB-Gyne for two (2) years now and the only thing for her to late for her clinic duties is when she in the delivery room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to call on our legislators to find a way to make a law out of this for Health Professionals. Calling on Dr. Flavier and I hope this blog comes to his computer someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-114359033600550194?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/114359033600550194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=114359033600550194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114359033600550194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114359033600550194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/03/doctors-with-punctuality-issues.html' title='Doctors with Punctuality Issues'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-114332932004530979</id><published>2006-03-26T06:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T10:58:21.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janitor Fish</title><content type='html'>Nabasa ko ang isang artikulo sa website ng ABS-CBN kanina lamang tungkol sa Janitor Fish at ang pinsala na dala nito sa Laguna de Bay at Marikina River...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam kung ano nangyari at biglang dumami ang Janitor fish sa Laguna at Marikina na dati namang wala. Di ko din alam kung bakit napunta ang mga isdang yan sa mga ilog natin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapanira daw ito. Salot sa mga mangingisda. Lalong kumukonti ang mga nahuhuling tilapia dahil sa isdang yan. Kumukonti din ang kita ng mga mangingisda. Ayun, tayo naman ang nagdurusa sa pamahal nang pamahal naman ang isang kilo ng mga 'to. Kahapon lang nagulat na lang ako na ang isang kilo pala ng tilapia ay umabot na sa P100.00 dito sa Laguna. Ang bangus P120.00 na. Nung isang buwan, P80.00 pa lang yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wala palang silbi ang pagtaas ng piso laban sa dolyar... at kung bakit kailangan ipagmalaki ng administrasyong Arroyo ito...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaisip tuloy ako. Kaparehas pala ng Janitor Fish ang mga pulitiko sa Pinas. Oo, parehong pareho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a. Kailangan ang pulitiko para patakbuhin ang isang sistema para mapanatili ang kaayusan ng isang bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1b. Kailangan ang janitor fish upang mapanatiling malinis ang isang aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2a. Mapinsala ang maga pulitiko sa lipunan kung mapapabayaan ang mga 'tong manghothut sa kaban ng bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2b. Mapaminsala ang mga janitor fish kung mapapabayaang dumami  sa mga ilog at lawa na dati'y wala ang mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3a. Gusto ng mga tao na mapatalsik sa tungkulin ang mga pulitikong salot sa lipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3b. Gusto ng mga mangingisda na pagpapatayin ang mga janitor fish na nagdudulot ng salot sa kanilang kabuhayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4a. Ang pulitiko makapal ang mukha. Di maiihambing sa isang maskara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4b. Ang janitor fish makapal ang balat. Pwedeng gawing wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5a. Ang pulitiko nagmamalinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5b. Ang janitor fish naglilinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6a. Ang pulitiko kapit tuko sa pwesto. Kahit anong gawin mong pagpapatalsik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7a. Ganun din ang janitor fish. Kahit anong gagawin mo, dadami at dadami ang mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8a. Ang mga tao nag aaklas laban sa mga pulitiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8b. Ang mga mangingisda nag aaklas laban sa mga janitor fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iilan lang ang mga yan sa mga naiisip ko. Magkakulay silang pareho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaya ng mga mangingisda na naapektohan sa salot na dulot ng janitor fish... Sana, mapatay lahat ng mga pulitikong nagdudulot ng salot sa ating lipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posible? Posible....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-114332932004530979?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/114332932004530979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=114332932004530979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114332932004530979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114332932004530979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/03/janitor-fish_25.html' title='Janitor Fish'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-114190281195438792</id><published>2006-03-09T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:14:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duwende</title><content type='html'>Laking probinsya ako kung san ang segbin, duwende, agta, at kung anu-ano pa ay pinapaniwalaan pa din hanggang sa ngayon. Ewan ko ba kung sino ang may pakana ng lahat nang ito at di ko din alam kung ano nasa utak nya nung inembento nya mga bagay na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang bagay lang ang nakikitaan ko na may sense (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May isang building dun sa skul namin sa mindanao na may mga statwang duwende. Madami yun. Nagkalat sa isang banda. Sabi ng gwardya dun, pag gabi daw gumagalaw daw yung mga yun at paglalaruan daw kaming mga bata kung di kami uuwi sa min ng maaga. Syempre, naniniwala naman kami at isa din ako sa mga nagkakalat ng mga inembento (kong) kwento tungkol sa mga duwende sa skul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpakita sa kin ang mga duwende bago ako lumabas sa skul. Pinaligiran nila ako. Naglalaro sila. Pinaglalaruan nila ako. Lahat sila tumatawa at ang saya saya nila. Ayaw nila akong pauwiin... at kung bakit ko naimbento ang kwentong ito, di ko na maalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung grade six ako, tinanong ko minsan sa titser ko kung bakit may mga statuwa ng duwende sa building na yun. Sabi nya, swerte daw. Swerte daw pag may duwende sa paligid. Hindi daw maghihirap ang mga tao kung meron duwende sa bakod ng bahay nila. Gusto ko maniwala at muntik na din ako maniwala nun at sinabi ko yun sa nanay ko pag-uwi ko sa bahay. Syempre di naniniwala nanay ko sa kwento ko at imbento ko lang naman daw yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami nagsasabi na swerte nga kung may duwende sa bakuran mo lalo na daw kung nasa loob ng bahay mo. Siguro nga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, bakit yung mga kapitbahay namin dun sa Bohol? May mga duwende sa bakuran nila. Karamihan sa kanila mahirap pa rin... Kung totoo yun, e di sana lahat ng may mga duwende mayayaman... At kung baket karamihan ng mga pinoy ay naniniwala sa mga ganyan? Karamihan naman ay hindi nakakatulong sa pag-angat ng ating ekonomiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung bakit sa labas ng simbahan ng Quiapo may nagtitinda ng mga anting anting at nagkalat ang mga manghuhula? At kung bakit pinapahintulutan ng simbahan ang mga ganito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung bakit maraming anyo si Sto. Nino sa ating bansa? May niniong gala, may niniong pulis at nakasaludo pa... at di ko na maalalang mga anyo ng ninio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung bakit ang kasalan may nagsisipaan sa seremonya. Totoo to, naging sakristan ako nun. Para daw di ma-ander ang isa sa kanila. Makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon, may natanggap akong text...&lt;br /&gt;'Sbi nLa swete at maAyos dw ang buhay pg my duwende sa bhay...&lt;br /&gt;e, bkt sa malacanang,my duwende ng nakatira..&lt;br /&gt;pRo hirap p rin ang pilipinas?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga. Bakit nga kaya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-114190281195438792?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/114190281195438792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=114190281195438792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114190281195438792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114190281195438792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/03/duwende.html' title='Duwende'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-114169579251386964</id><published>2006-03-07T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:16:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money and Friendships</title><content type='html'>I once worked for a top sales company in the Philippines as an account manager for core business division. At first, I was a bit hesitant to shift from being a technical person to sales. Though, I had been selling before, I am just hesitant to the fact that my my selling experience was very basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very reason I joined this company was for my survival. The manufacturing company that I was employed to was cutting down workdays and laying-off some of the workforce. When they offered a redundancy program, I was lucky enough to be one of the applicants to be approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was culture shock the very day I joined this company. I never thought that it would be that tough but I tried to learn as much as I can take for me to fit in. Lucky for me, my primary role was to maintain some small companies and grab some oppurtunity if there are any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nine months, I had my first sale. I was able to steal business from the competitor that was holding the business for five years. Though the business was small, it was my first milestone being a salesman. After that, some more sales came in. I was one of the topsalesman then. I can't say that I am good. I just believe to the thinking of being positive with some lucks around. I did received some awards for outstanding sales. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I came to the point where I was starting to compare the margins I was providing to the company against my salary. In a way, maybe I was just a person who wants more... Like most of us, unsatisfied. Second, I just started having a family and the revenue was not enough for us to survive... or was just that we spend more than what we can afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money (again...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity came. I was pirated. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was about to get promoted. I knew I had a future with the company. I had good friendships. I had the company's trust. But, where's the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bait. One could say that I was hurting my friends and the company who helped me grow. I also knew for the fact that I was joining a start-up company and that things will be tough. I also knew for the fact that I was joining a competitor and it may have sent a wrong signal to my clientile. But I need money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was horrifying. I had seen things that was once a hearsay. It must be a joke. I was trying harder and harder each day yet I don't see any results. My boss would give me a call and would try to say things that I don't expect from a boss. I started to tumble and failing. Confusion adds up to the my concerns. It was a free-fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my boss telling me that it was my last month. For himself, he was trying to tell me that he lost a lot of friendships because of me even at the very first day that I joined this company. I took his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Jay, I hope that money can make you happy..." Those were the last words my previous boss told me... and I never was. I lost some confidence. I lost friendships. I lost respect. I was losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I shouldn't have took the bait. I should have stayed. I should have waited for the right time. I should have thought of the farm philosophy. But that was then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy now. I am starting to bring back my confidence. I have renewed some of the friendships that I lost. I could say that I don't see money as a big part of my decision making. Though money makes sense after all, it can never buy friendships, self-confidence, and peace of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-114169579251386964?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/114169579251386964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=114169579251386964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114169579251386964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114169579251386964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/03/money-and-friendships.html' title='Money and Friendships'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-114137452038365339</id><published>2006-03-03T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:28:40.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/229/10035/320/Image023.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/229/10035/320/Image023.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life and loving it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-114137452038365339?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/114137452038365339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=114137452038365339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114137452038365339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114137452038365339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/03/live-life-and-loving-it_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-114134686619258570</id><published>2006-03-03T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T12:29:13.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlimitxt</title><content type='html'>Nakatanggap ako ng text message galing sa asawa ko nung sang linggo. Na excite naman ako sa nabasa ko. Naisip ko na i-forward ito sa sang kaibigan na walang trabaho at kahit papano makakatulong ako sa kanya. Gusto ko lang naman tumanaw ng utang na loob sa kanya. Natulungan kasi ako nun nung college ako at sya ang naging sandalan ko kung walang wala na talaga ako. Eto ang natanggap kong text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bka nman may kilala kang may gusto. hiring kc s Enchanted Kingdom hanggan katapusan. malaki salary, 30k a m0nth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre, sino ba naman ang di magkakainteres. Gusto ko nga din, sa palagay ko. Pero naisip ko na many trabaho naman ako at di naman ako naghahanap ng isa pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, pinasa ko sa kaibigan ko. Maya maya sinagot nya ako ng 'Tado!'. Nagulat ako sa natanggap ko. Seryoso naman ako sa tnext ko. Gusto ko lang naman sya tulungan makahanap ng trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuosin, mahilig kami magkulitan ni Tukog sa text sa panhihinayang sa unlimitxt ng globe. Araw-araw maghapon kami kung magkulitan sa text. Karamihan na natatanggap ko sa kanya mga walang kwentang kumustahan oras-oras, mga sagot na 'tado!', 'leche!', 'pak u ka!' at kung ano ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero seryoso ako sa gabing yun. Di naman ako nagbibiro. Di naman mahilig makipagbiruan ang asawa ko sa text. Di ko maisip kung bakit ganun ang reaksyon ng payatot na yun. Hindi naman sya nakapagtrabho ni minsan mula nang ipinanganak si Adan. Kapal ng mukha!&lt;br /&gt;Sinagot ko sya. 'hoy! pak u ka!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtxt sya nung maghahating gabi nya. Sabi nya interesado daw si Pedro (kaibigan namin sa mindanao na jobless din) sa trabaho sa enchanted kingdom at nagtatanong kung ano ang requirements. Lalo ako nabanas! Eto nga, gusto ko nga sya magkaron ng trabaho tapos pinasa pa nya sa iba. Naisip ko na wala talagang plano tong taong to na magtrabaho at ala nang ginawa maghapon kundi magpalaki ng bayag. Pero choice nya yun. La na ako magawa sa aspetong iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong ko asawa ko kung ano requirements sa Enchanted Kingdom. Natawa ang gaga! Di ko alam kung bakit. Ano ba daw ang nagyari sa kin at pumatol ako sa text? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Basahin mo nga hanggang sa dulo! Eng ong!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakailang pindot na ako ng scroll down puro bakante, hanggang sa nabasa ko ang mga katagang ito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tiga-2lak ng Anch0rs Away!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namangha ako habang humahagikhik sa tawa ang misis ko. Di ko na sinagot si Tukog. Pak yu sya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-114134686619258570?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/114134686619258570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=114134686619258570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114134686619258570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114134686619258570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/03/unlimitxt.html' title='Unlimitxt'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-114128231855102912</id><published>2006-03-02T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T14:51:58.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 30 and moving on...</title><content type='html'>Thanks God I'm 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the my first day in school back when I was 6 in my hometown in Mindanao. I was a very confident lad knowing that my mom had been teaching me the alphabet and basic maths since I was 4. I can read! 'Carabao, dog, cat, house... teacher...' Cool. I was confident, I know I was better than most of my 7-year old classmates back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember when I first had a taste of a hard life. My dad was out of work after 15 years of government service and never had a job since then. I was 10 then. My mom, who never had a job, had to fought hard for us to live. My dad, frustrated, turned alcoholic and messed-up. My mom had to sell our TV after the electric company cut off the supply... then the fridge. It was so frustrating. For years, I was helping my mom earn a living. First I found myself selling sando bags at the public market with my muslim friends. My dad had to scold me for doing that. Reason? He was just ashamed that his officemates may have seen me doing that. It didn't matter for me anyway. I was earning P1.50 of the P1.00 capital. At the end of the day, I bring home a kilo of rice and my mom fish or beef bones for dinner. Lucky for us though, we didn't had to pay rent. My mom was tasked by our landlord to look after the house for 5 years... At 11, I was a shoe shine boy. I was then on the streets. Fruit vendor. Cigarette vendor. News boy. Banana Q vendor. While my mom was selling some stuffs house to house. My mom had to venture into 5-6 and most of the time she can't pay, she had to hide. My dad, with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I realized that God must be very good. Cool. Despite, me and my siblings had a decent education. We feel that our endurance to life's cruelty is starting to pay-off. I'm still selling now, maybe this is my passion. A legacy of my mom. My sister is also selling. My brother is on a job hunting. Mom is still selling. Dad is still an alcoholic but we are now good friends. I remember him one time telling me... 'Dong, ikaw ang ako saviour, salamat...' It felt good from a father who never spoke of me since. I know I love him and I have my way of telling him how much I care for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now 30 and I'm still moving on. I now have my own family and growing. Josh has been giving us life since he was born a year ago. Ella and I are expecting the second one on June. Cool and I love it! It's a good life, it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 30 and I am thanking my mom for the legacy she shared to us. I thank my dad for the reason of our living. I thank Ella for giving me the joy of being loved. I thank Josh for the welcoming smiles in the morning. I thank God for the life, for the good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 30 and I'm still moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-114128231855102912?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/114128231855102912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=114128231855102912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114128231855102912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114128231855102912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-30-and-moving-on.html' title='I&apos;m 30 and moving on...'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268088.post-114128140403561697</id><published>2006-03-02T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T14:55:41.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prat</title><content type='html'>Wala lang. Naalala ko lang ang dalawang pinakamalapit kong kaibigan sa probinsya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Bobot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huli ko sya nakita nung 1998 sa Cagayan de Oro, nagbakasyon ako nun. Hinahangaan namin ang katalinuhan ni ilong. Di man sya lider, sya ang naging susi sa aming pagkakabuo. Siya ang nag-iisip ng kung anu-ano lang, sumaya lang kami lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigonometry class namin nun. Uso ang patayan sa prat sa maynila at cebu. Uso din ang alpha, sigma at theta kapag trigonometry. Naki-uso din kami. Bumuo kami ng pangalan ng prat namin kuno, hango din sa trigo ang pangalan. La lang, katuwaan lang. Si bobot nun, nakikihalubilo lang. Di naman namin sya kaibigan talaga pero cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di nagtagal, lumipat sya ng skul kasi gusto nya maging pulitiko ata. Wala kasing ganung kurs sa skul namin. Matagal din syang si nagpapakita sa amin. Akala nga namin patay na ang loko o naging bihag na sya ng abu sayaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigla na lang sya bumalik. Hinihingal. Kala namin nanalo sya sa eleksyon sa skul nya. Di naman pala. May dala-dala syang papel. Konsti daw yun ng prat na nabuo nya dun at kung di namin buohin sa skul namin, lagot sya! Hah? Di namin sya binigo at nagpaluan din kami dun sa taas ng restorant ng ka-prat namin. Pagkatapos, kumain kami ng lomi at eksayted sa mga pangyayari. Isang malaking kasaysayan na lang ang sumunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan si Bobot at kung ano ang pangalan ng prat namin, sa amin na lang yun. Pagkakaalam ko, malaki na ang grupong yun sa probinsya. Mahirap na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Bobot. Matalino. Pulitiko (na hindi naging). Babaero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Jan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tukog (stick sa wikang banyaga) ang tawag namin sa kanya. Di naman sya masyado adik, mukha lang dahil sa kapayatan. Sya din ang nagturo sa amin humithit ng kung anu-ano... sugarilyo, rp, at bibiliya. Sya ang tipong walang paki-alam kung ano ang mangyari bukas,basta masaya lang ngayon. Sya ang naging lider namin sa loob ng dalawang taon. Matalino din ang loko. Mahilig din mag-isip ng kung anu-ano basta kalokohan. Cool din sya.&lt;br /&gt;Nung pagkabuo ng prat namin, ginawa namin hostel ang apartment ni tukog. Masaya. Dami beer at marlboro lalo pag unang linggo ng bwan. Gin at more na pag la na pera. May mga babae din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko, may dala dalang babae si bobot galing sa skul nya. Masaya kami kase mga ka-sis nga namin. Inalagaan namin sila. Pinalo din namin sila gaya ng ibang prat jan. Pagka-iba lang, walang patayan sa amin. Gusto lang namin sumaya kahit saglit lang. Pero di din namin maiwasan. Tao lang kami gaya ng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun ang simula kung bakit Hostel ang tawag namin sa apartment ni tukog. Masaya. Malungkot kung alang pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahibangan. Kalokohan kung sasabihin natin. Pero may malaking natutunan din kami sa munting prat namin. Masaya pala. Ramdam na ramdam ang kapatiran. Sabi nga ng isang kaprat ko, 'bro, ok man diay ang prat. lami kaayo pamati-un ang pagkasuod natong tanan...' Totoo yun, kahit sa ibang prat. Ang sarap ng pakiramdam ng may samahan kang sasandalan sa hirap o ginhawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagkakaalam ko, lumalaki na ang prat namin. Madami nang myembro. Madami na din ang skul. Pero nagsimula lang ang lahat sa Trigonometry class namin. Sa pagiging pulitiko ni Bobot. Sa hostel ni Tukog. At sa barkadahang walang katulad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23268088-114128140403561697?l=ardylljay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/feeds/114128140403561697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23268088&amp;postID=114128140403561697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114128140403561697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23268088/posts/default/114128140403561697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ardylljay.blogspot.com/2006/03/prat.html' title='Prat'/><author><name>Jay Lagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117193933024567886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/387537342_48edd09a31_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
