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Quote from: Lorenzo on February 24, 2012, 09:32:25 AM
My lola wore a lot of qipaos , red was her favorite color. pariho ang design ing ani:

mora lagi nig ako... sa wa pa ko mo-undergo ug plastic surgery.

bilib gyod hinoon ko sa spelling; morag pronouncing dictionary pod ang gawas.  wa gyod ang language tagai ug letter 'o' tawon.  ma-at home man sad ani ang mga mangudadatu sa maguindanao.  bitaw, hasta kang cabonce, mao pod niy spelling.  gahi jamu.

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 24, 2012, 10:12:07 PM
Hmm, point of order. Di ba mao ni ang gitawag og qipao?

quibot na uy.

a jesuit, rodolfo cabonce, s.j., had also written an english-cebuano visayan dictionary.  i don't know if this entire dictionary can be viewed online too.  my understanding is that this is the preferred dictionary by some cebuano visayan writers.  i don't know how true this is, though.  is it, mol?   

duda man gani ko nga si bolbuhol ni si tupas mismo.  wa na man god mobalik si bolbs dinhi sukad na-busy pagka-legislator si tupas...  

wa tawon.  si bugsay ang gasige ug kurap-kurap... unsaon man niya pakakita sa button nga imo namang gigunitan...

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 24, 2012, 10:13:50 PM
Correction! Dili tibuok lawas ang gimasahean...

giibot diay ang hunsoy?

Quote from: bugsay on February 24, 2012, 09:46:31 PM
ahhhh..pas pas pa man sa kamot sa sacristan nga nag post?

kinahanglan dalion aron mahibawo dayon kag unsay design sa secupao nga imong ihatag atong mga kauban ni fr chic nga hitsurag namasahian na...

Quote from: bugsay on February 24, 2012, 09:44:20 PM
hehehe,

Padz, maayo ni'ng mauy ihatag adtong mga kaubanan nimo ang-ang ra'g gisul-ob.

uuuyyy, porbida pod ning akong migo uy.  wa pa gyod mawa sa imong panumdoman tong tua sa lain nga thread nga mga hitsurag namasahian na?

Quote from: bugsay on February 24, 2012, 09:39:50 PM
kini lage'ng"HONEST" ta.....

mao na'y mithi sa atong pagka Bol-anon nga di ikabaylo bisan pag Chinese Siopao...

di gyod ibaylo bisag ginagmay lang nga timi-timi ug siomai?

Quote from: chicogon on February 24, 2012, 09:26:22 PM
Kanang uniform sa sikyo dili pwede? Ato pong tawagon ug SECUPAO 

SECUPAO in action:

at this very moment, nagkaon ko ug champorado atubangan sa laptop.  it's my dinner.  puslan mang ga-inusara kay si banana republic tua nag-"for the boys" because it's tgif, patuyang na lang kog kaon kun unsay akong gusto.   next tripping a couple of hours from now: mixed nuts.   

Quote from: chicogon on February 24, 2012, 10:59:44 AM
Try one shot of cider vinegar once a day for at least a month or two... claims by other people sound like it a sure bet! I wonder if regular suka we Pinoys use would do the trick? Ajaw laman patabanig chicharon ha...  my weakness!!! 

chicharon... huhuhu, o my life, my joy!  di na hinoon ko mokaon ug chicharon sa carcar kay super gyod sa ka-rich ug mantika, pero naay bag-o ron diri sa manila nga brand-- lapid's chicharon (di tingali pod ni kang senator lito lapid or sa tag-iya sa lito lapida maker...), arang lamia, di pa gyod makahingo.

yes, fr chic, ugma dayon, mangita ko ug cider vinegar.  it means i have to go to the imported section of a big grocery store here.  ang duol sa amo nga available nga suka kay kana ra mang gabahag nga ginganlan ug datu.  no apple cider hereabouts. 

luckily, tomorrow is a saturday.  magkakuyog mi ni banana republic kay di baya ko kabiyahe diri sa manila kun ako ra usa.  excited ko ani da... thanks for the tip.

palpatine enough to the force disturb, never metonymy mind.   (si adoy ni, di si yoda.)

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 24, 2012, 06:27:40 PM
Gorya! Maayong mopahalang, ay. Gipatapsingtapsingan ang tinuod nga puntariya...

uy, ekskyus mi... di na tawon bungoton akong migo...

da, daan pa lagi kong di gyod mamakak si bai bugs.  mosul-ob diay siya ug qipao sa di pa siya mangmasahehehehe.

ako nang apohan.  dugay na man nang ritratoha.  the name of the kitty is cathy.  family legend says that the woman at the foreground is my great-grandmother, sophia loren.  kanang family pet nga manok is named after a god.

Quote from: bugsay on February 24, 2012, 07:01:48 PM
fishy kaha.......di kaha ginamos na  gyud?...

si hubag atong pasimhuton kay type niya ang ginamos, hasta na lang ako iyang pahiran.  nagdumot na gyod ko ana niya, eeeeeeee!

Quote from: bugsay on February 24, 2012, 06:58:19 PM


ning lingiw pa....mura kintahay ug wa kauyon sa nakita....

labon man nga duna'y taga TB nga pwede ra'g wa'y sweldo...

akong nahibaw-an, si hubag pa ang namugos nga siya pay mohatag ug sweldo aron lang siya madawat aning trabahoa.  where the ginamos is, so hubag is.  

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 24, 2012, 05:58:42 PM
He he, di diay siya maglisod pagpangita kon ikaw pay gi-train...

sorry, i'm not into sports.  tug-an na lang god nga gi-recruit ka sa una ani nga trainor...

gawas nga naamang ang uban, naa baya poy nangalibat ani.

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#1. Souflikar -- The "Hands-On" Executioner

How does a single man manage to kill 5,000 people without the aid of any weapons of mass destruction?  Ask Souflikar.

Souflikar was the personal executioner for Mahomet IV, plying his trade during the time of the Ottoman Empire.  This driven professional killed an average of three people a day over five years, until he wound up with 5,000 bodies to his name.  A number that is about to become way, way more horrifying once you hear how he did it.


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Was it a machine gun? It was a machine gun, wasn't it?

Souflikar didn't mess around with nooses or axes or any of that b***.  He strangled his victims to death with his bare goddamned hands.  Not necessarily an unfair man, Souflikar offered his prey a sporting chance.  The condemned were challenged to a race through the royal gardens to the place of execution.  If they won, they were offered the reprieve of banishment.  But if Souflikar won, he choked their immortal souls right out of their bodies.


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There's a video game coming, just as soon as Intel gets Choke-O-Vision working.

You would think this process would do nothing more than create a race of super-fast murderers via natural selection, but apparently Souflikar just didn't lose.  Unless Mahomet IV made having heel spurs or morbid obesity a capital offense, Souflikar's athletic prowess must have been incredible.  His murder-aculous talent is even more amazing when you consider that he didn't even hold the title of royal executioner.  No, his official title was "royal gardener."



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#2. Mary Mallon -- The Human Plague

Mary Mallon, aka "Typhoid Mary," has to hold the all-time record for most accidental killings, though there does come a point where the woman deserves a least a little bit of the blame.

Mallon was born on September 23, 1869 in Ireland and immigrated to the United States at the age of 15 to eke out a living as a domestic servant, because that's the American dream.  She found she had a talent for cooking, presumably because there is literally nothing else to do in Ireland, which allowed her to make a decent living among the upper class of the New York area.


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That's her on the right at the ripe old age of 15.

In 1900 she found herself in the employ of a household in Mamaroneck, but after only two weeks all of the residents had developed a serious illness.  Mary moved to Manhattan and took a job with another wealthy family, again as the cook.  Soon after securing her position, several family members started to develop fevers and diarrhea, and one of her fellow workers died.  Mary took yet another cooking job at the home of a rich lawyer, and not much time had passed before seven of the eight members of the family were stricken with disease.

We're sure at this point you're sensing a pattern, and evidently so did the New York Board of Health.  Dr. Sara Josephine Baker responded to investigate, but Mary refused to hear any talk of her possible link to the sickness and death that seemed to follow her around.  A disease researcher, George Soper, approached Mary and asked her to provide urine and fecal samples, but he too was rebuffed, as are most strange men who ask women for souvenirs of their bodily functions.


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This is Mary in the hospital, along with what appears to be several of her clones.

As it turns out, Mary was crawling with Salmonella typhi bacilli, or typhoid fever, acting as a carrier without showing any symptoms herself.  She refused to believe she was the root of all the illness around her, and would even assist in caring for the bedridden accidental typhoid victims, which of course just added to the problem.

Mary was forcibly placed into quarantine at an island clinic, languishing away until 1910, when the new New York State Commissioner of Health decided that keeping disease carriers in forced isolation was cruel, whereupon Mary was given a choice.  The authorities told Mary that she was free to leave on one condition -- that she would no longer work in the culinary field.  Mary agreed and rejoined society, a phrase which here means "she took a job as a cook, in a f***** hospital."


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"Hey, Mary, remember that quiet little cabin you used to pretend that you hated?"

When 25 people came down with typhoid fever after they'd come to the hospital for treatment of other ailments, Typhoid Mary was again taken into custody and sent back to her island quarantine, where she spent the remainder of her life.  Reporters and researchers would occasionally drop by the island to interview her, but nobody challenged her with the most important question: Since Salmonella typhi is found in human urine and feces, what the hell was going on in Mary Mallon's kitchen, and why was her cooking so popular among the New York elite?

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#3. Grady Franklin Stiles Jr. -- The Lobster Boy

What Grady Stiles, aka "The Lobster Boy," lacks in murderous volume, he makes up for in nightmarish creepiness.

Grady Stiles Jr., born on July 18, 1937 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, had a congenital defect known as ectrodactyly (literally, "monstrous fingers"), which was common in his family.


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It's subtle, but his hands are abnormal.

This deformity didn't keep the afflicted members of the Stiles brood down, however, as they found their perfect niche in the "carnival freak" community.  And Grady's freakishness was spectacular, as not only were his hands fused into claws, but also his legs and feet were stunted into flippers.  His father was already an  attraction at the traveling sideshows, so he quickly put Grady to work in the tents at age 7, billing him as the amazing Lobster Boy, a moniker he would retain for the remainder of his life.


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In modern times they would call him "Lawyers' Wet Dream."

Grady grew up, married another carnival performer named Mary Teresa Herzog and by all accounts was a mean, drunken, hateful bastard.  He was constantly both mentally and physically abusive toward his wife and the four children he produced (two out of the four being lobsters).  His handicap left him unable to walk, but because he constantly used his arms to move he developed massive upper body strength, allowing him to deliver vicious pinches, punches, headbutts and choke holds to any and all who displeased him.

Grady was so proud of his claws that he bragged "Everyone I have sex with wants to have sex with my claws!" which we want to point out suggests that not only did Grady have weird lobster sex, but that he had it with more than one person.


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As evidenced by his children, named "Proof" and "Suck It."

When one of Grady's non-lobster daughters got engaged, Grady became jealous and ended the marriage before it began by shotgunning her fiancee to death on the eve of their wedding in 1978 (how he managed to fire said shotgun is strangely absent from historical records).  Even though Grady openly admitted to the act and showed no remorse whatsoever, he was set free after being sentenced to only 15 years probation, presumably because the prison system had no facilities to accommodate lobsters.

His wife Mary left him, got remarried and had another child, but for some reason grew weary of her new life and returned to Grady's open claws for a second marriage.  Grady had not changed his ways, and in point of fact would frequently threaten to kill Mary and her family.  It seemed only a matter of time before he made good, so Mary and her son Glenn paid another carnival worker $1,500 to shoot Grady four times in the head while he drank and watched television, which seems like something else they probably could've charged admission for.

Grady Stiles was so despised in his community that nobody could be found to step forward to serve as a pallbearer, and his simple gravestone was devoid of any epitaph.  The only engravings, aside from his name, were two sets of clasped, praying hands.


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It was decided that it was actually worse than the middle finger they originally chose.

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#4. Johann "Jack" Unterweger -- The Underwear-Strangling Wordsmith


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Jack Unterweger was born in Austria in 1950 and spent his youth in and out of jail for petty crimes.  It wasn't until 1974 that Jack finally discovered his true passion, which was strangling prostitutes to death with their own bras.

He was given a life sentence and imprisoned in Austria for what one would've assumed to be a lengthy stay, but while incarcerated he discovered a new talent that involved way less hooker death -- Jack Unterweger began writing, and turned out to be surprisingly good at it.  His short stories, poems and plays got the attention of Austria's intellectual elite, and his autobiography Fegefeuer - eine Reise ins Zuchthaus (Purgatory -- A Trip to Prison) was actually made into a movie that was shown on Austrian national TV.  Austrian intellectuals began a campaign to release Unterweger, believing that someone of his literary skill couldn't possibly be capable of murdering anyone and insisting he must be cured of whatever mental defect he might have once had.

The campaign was a success, and Unterweger was freed after serving only 15 years for violent, brutal murder.  Thanks to the attention paid to him by his new literary friends, he immediately found work hosting television shows and discussing prison rehabilitation with the media.  He also took to dressing in a style described as "a cross between a cowhand and a Mississippi preacher," his new look as a dapper eccentric helping to disarm and charm those he came across and further convincing the people in his new social circle of his intelligence and artistic authenticity.

Oddly enough, Jack apparently still really liked killing hookers -- he strangled six in the first year after his release, again with their own bras.  Before this unfortunate fact was realized, Jack took a trip to Los Angeles to write a story on prostitution for an Austrian magazine.  He went on a freaking ride-along with the LAPD, and afterward strangled three local prostitutes, presumably for additional research.

Police began closing in on Unterweger while he was still in the United States, and he lead the authorities on a nationwide chase.  While on the run, he placed calls to his friends back home in the media and the literary elite, imploring them to convince his pursuers of his innocence.  Before his friends could indignantly start another campaign to protest his unfair persecution at the hands of the lowbrow American justice system, the Austrian police nailed him on the six murders he had committed since he had been released from prison.


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"But he promised he wouldn't murder again!"

Finally cornered in Miami, Florida, Unterweger was captured and extradited back to Austria, where he hanged himself in his jail cell with his trouser drawstring, presumably because he had writer's block.

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5 Real Murderers More Terrifying Than Any Horror Movie

By: E. Reid Ross
Cracked.com

There is no goofier Hollywood invention than the Flamboyant Killer.  Whether you were raised on the Friday the 13th movies or Saw-type torture porn, they all have a slapstick quality that lets you know that in the real world, people like this just don't exist.

Real killers are, of course, much stranger.


#5. Rodney Alcala -- The Game Show Contestant

Warning: This entry comes with a video clip that, in context, is the creepiest goddamned thing you've ever seen.

Rodney Alcala is a serial killer who is on death row in San Quentin for murdering five women in the 1970s, but who has subsequently admitted to 30 more murders.  He is also under indictment in New York for even more murders, and is believed to be responsible for an astonishing 130 killings total across the U.S.  And he looks like this:


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But none of that is the reason he's on this list.  No, Rodney Alcala will be forever remembered for one thing: In the middle of his murderous California rampage, Rodney Alcala was a contestant on The Dating Game.  And he won.


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Those high cheekbones led dozens of women to grisly ends.

Jim Lange introduced Alcala as a photographer, which is eerily creepy in retrospect because Alcala baited many of his victims by pretending to be a professional photographer, and over a thousand explicit photographs of his known and suspected victims were recovered from his residence during the murder investigation.

Wearing a brown leisure suit and sporting a shirt collar with a three-foot wingspan, he took his place in his chair behind the microphone and proceeded to field sexed up questions from a high school drama teacher from Phoenix named Cheryl Bradshaw.  Inexplicably, Cheryl decided the following responses made Alcala the most desirable candidate and chose him for a date (keep in mind the "him" in this sentence was a convicted rapist in the middle of a killing spree).


Behold the raw, primal power of '70s fashion.

Cheryl: Bachelor #1 ... what is your best time?
Alcala: The best time is at night. Nighttime.
Cheryl: Why do you say that?
Alcala: Because that's the only time there is.
Cheryl: What's wrong with the morning? Afternoon?
Alcala: Well those are OK but nighttime's when it really gets good. (inaudible muttering)

If you have five minutes, the video of this exchange is well worth all five of them:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Uf95INZmWI#ws

So Cheryl was served up by dangerously lazy television producers on a date to tennis lessons and Magic Mountain with a serial murdering rapist.  Luckily for her, after the show she apparently found Alcala too creepy and refused to go out with him.

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heaven help us if all this is true.  why can't we ever have trustworthy elected officials that we can talk about?  and can't people ever realize that once they have millions, it would take many lifetimes before they can spend them all? 

“Here we are trying a person to deprive him of his honor and dignity, and for a lifetime demonize him and totally destroy his life.  Are they taking this lightly and cavalierly?”

Enrile said that if the prosecutors felt offended by the lecturing they were getting from senator-judges, they should say so.

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nangita ra nag asa ang ginamos sa balingsya... the job offers no security.

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 24, 2012, 01:05:20 PM
He he, Phantom Menace ra na, oi...

oh, palpatine... never take for granted the return of the jedi.

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 24, 2012, 12:46:20 PM
Sayop ang pangutana. Kini maoy sakto:  "Bugsay, have you ever worn a qipao before?"

excited ko sa tubag ani... di ra ba na siya mamakak.

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 22, 2012, 06:13:17 AM
Maingon tang punga nga manggiluluy-on si Manoy, pero siya mismo naay diperensya kay manapat man. Nabuhat intawon to sa suspect kay iya mang gibun-og...

ang iyang pagpanapat ba kaha maoy rason nga nabiyudo siya?

this doesn't work during the day?  how does it know the time? 

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 24, 2012, 12:50:38 PM
Hmm, ngano kaha tuod. Ah, basin og daughter ang anak!

you should know... mao-mao ra man diay tuod mong kaliwata.

i would understand such preference.  malongs are practical.  back when the malong was still not so readily available (one can buy it only in zamboanga and davao and some special stores in cebu), i tried to practice wearing it 27 ways(!), a tip given to me by a stage director.  morag sayaw kay choreographed.  fascinating!

oh my kwong!  niunsa man ani ang mga taga-canduao?

wa pa moandar ang jet ana sa luyo, powered by manoy's backside orifice...

then you'll hear me cry out, "O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom!"

yes, we should, so you'll find out that i'm as macho as you are.

Quote from: Lorenzo on February 24, 2012, 10:16:10 AM
hehehe, but if i love you, i will cancel your debt. interest , included.

...ang get it back many times over, with interests compounded quarterly, using all means possible including the courts, when we quarrel one day.

Quote from: Raquelproud boholana on February 21, 2012, 01:01:07 PM

ingna unya ko ug mangadto mo sa amoa in case mag commute ra mo hehehe kay ipakuha mo nako sa among world class only in pangangan John deere Trycicle

lingaw gyod kaayo ko ani.  tinuod gyod, world class, only in pangangan.  with matching model pa.  hinaot unta nga ang next fleet of pedicabs nimo, raqz, caterpillar na, o yokohama ba kaha.  ayaw lang tingali nang sarao brand nga manila-based kay dako ra kaayo ang ilang logo nga mercedes benz. 


lookit the logo up front... nabudlat nga mercedes benz.

red.  bought it off the rack.  i liked it.  she didn't, hehe.

Quote from: chicogon on February 24, 2012, 05:09:35 AM
I have the same problem. Or is it a problem if you can afford this kind of pattern? Sama ni Bay Bugs I love my unlan, labi nag ting mata nas buntag hehehe ... 

in ader words, matug kun katulgon, how nice!  marching to a different drummer bitaw gyod unta... besides, unlans are real luxuries few can afford, especially at 9:00 a.m. 

what a life... unta.  but the doctor told me that unless i discipline my sleeping habits, my bad cholesterol will continue to soar.  it used to be that my good cholesterol impressed the doctor, karon, huhuhu, different species na ko kay gamayng baye nga taas ug bad cholesterol.

Quote from: Lorenzo on February 24, 2012, 03:02:25 AM
oh isles, you're too cute (referring to the zoo, lol, i'm going to be thinking about the zoo now while im checking patients today, ha ha ha). if you really cannot sleep next time, take sleeping pills just don't abuse it or use it chronically. make sure to buy new ones tomorrow when you wake up, don't use the expired ones..throw those old ones away. sige, go to bed na, sweat dreams and hope you see yoga dogs in your sleep

i'm going to head on out na. break time is over na baya diri.

till next time, dear.

hahaha!  i dare not think that you might end up telling your patient this: okay, now breathe and bark... let me see your tail...

yes, thanks lorenz.  i would seriously consider sleeping pills.  i trust myself enough not to abuse them (i'm not a pill popper, that's why).  my foremost reason: to reduce my eyebags, hahaha!  how vain naman...

getting them here would take time, though.  i need a doctor's prescription and copies of my i.d.  pharmacies are required to give monthly reports, including the names and i.d. copies, of those who bought anti-depressants like sleeping pills.     

i'll find a way to see you again... so i can pay what i owe you.

naka-eb na diay sila... these may be the words spoken by those eyeballs, that is, if eyeballs could speak, of those who will find themselves in pangangan come june.

Quote from: Lorenzo on February 24, 2012, 09:32:25 AM
My lola wore a lot of qipaos , red was her favorite color. pariho ang design ing ani:

very, very beautiful.  i hope your grandma didn't have tied feet?

years ago, i bought our little girl a cheongsam for her fourth birthday celebration at a jollibee branch in cebu.  by the time we went home, she was already asleep and her cheongsam was torn beyond repair.

qipao, no.  cheongsam, yes.

Quote from: insurectus on February 24, 2012, 05:31:44 AM
ingredients:
gungi, dako nga cellophane, nylon and gunting

mix well.  pre-heat oven.  bake for 30 minutes at 350 degrees celsius.  serve cold.

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 23, 2012, 03:16:18 PM
Tigtugpa? Unsa man, morag wakwak nga namanhig gikan sa ibabaw sa kakahoyan?

taym sa, taym sa... di ako ang kite... kana bitaw nga maoy moitsa sa kite pataas aron molupad kay ang tag-iya maoy naggunit sa string?  unsa tuod ang binisaya ana?  hehe...

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 23, 2012, 03:13:43 PM
Copying? As in self-portrait?

opkors.  gipamulong mo pa...

i'll just try to hit the sack now because the witching hour is way past...

oh, lorenz, a doctor gave me sleeping pills before, with the admonition to use them only for extreme cases.  they reached their expiry and i never got to use a single pill.

a friend told me that her best antidote is praying the rosary.  this makes her very sleepy.  ugh.  i didn't take her advice either.  my favorite time for rosaries is 6 pm.

as for counting sheep, i end up counting all the animals in the zoo. 

nothing seems to work, really.  funny, when i do get to sleep, even a fire in the neighborhood couldn't wake me up.  those were the words of my father.

yes, i'll be off now.  till tomorrow... ta-ta.

Quote from: islander on February 24, 2012, 02:27:12 AM
hinaot unta nga di masuko nako si banana republic ugma kay iya na pod kong pukawon inig padung na niya sa opisina.

dayon sulti "breakfast is ready!"  uwaw, sa?

 

Quote from: Lorenzo on February 24, 2012, 02:37:21 AM
how long have you been experiencing the symptoms of difficulty initiating sleep, isles? sounds like you have insomnia.

i have, ever since i can remember.  i have always been a night person, in the league of vampires.  it got worse when the banana republic asked me to stop holding a day job.  there was no more urgency for me to wake up early.

i just want to let you know that i woke up at 7:30 pm (some hours ago) after an afternoon nap that turned out to be a full sleep cycle, in another time zone.

why man di ko katulgon at this very unholy wee hours of the morning?  nahuman na nakog kuskos ang mga kaldero, nahuman nag panilhig sa sawog ug pamilo sa mga linabhan, nahuman nag limpyo ang cat litter box, alive gihapon ko.  hinaot unta nga di masuko nako si banana republic ugma kay iya na pod kong pukawon inig padung na niya sa opisina.

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 23, 2012, 12:11:41 PM
Unsaon gud pag honestly say nga wa na man mahitsura, lugtab na ang mga DNA...

you mean, wa nay DNA tong nag-hire ninyo ni bugsay sa iyang business empire?  i doubt it.  remember, empires strike back.

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 23, 2012, 03:26:53 PM
...basin mosagyad sa sawog...

dili sad tawon imong pitot ang sul-oban ani uy...

mopalit ko ani kun pakapinan ug guitarist nga i-assemble pod.

hahaha!  bright dog.  mas guwapo pa gyod sa amo.

Quote from: chriswise on January 25, 2012, 06:39:54 PM



unya kani cruelty pod ni??

Quote from: hubag bohol on January 25, 2012, 07:38:53 PM
Muling. Kini pud...

horrors!  way utok ning mga tawhana... lahi tingali ni sila, bai chris, kay lahi ang plate numbers sa motorcycle.  kana hinoong tawo nga nag-drive mao ra tingali na, demonjo.  padung na man lang ihawon, tortyuron pa gyod.  gaba.  hinaot unta nga di ni sa pinas... 

okay nag wa, bai chris.  gipustisan na ni hubag ang bangkil sa meow...

Quote from: Lorenzo on February 24, 2012, 01:22:19 AM

Quote from: Lorenzo on February 24, 2012, 01:22:43 AM
cute itoy

woweeeeh!  what i would give to have these puppies...

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 23, 2012, 10:31:00 AM
Kini maoy lisod nga yoga...

di na ko motuo nga nag-yoga ni; infested lang ug fleas and ticks iyang eggs, gustong kawton.

Quote from: chriswise on February 23, 2012, 03:10:52 AM
murag naluka ang paa ani madame...

nagsugod ni siyag ballet sa gamay pa.

hahaha!  truth to tell, that's my ante-room where i entertain unexpected and unwanted guests.  my front yard:

 

ang mas obyus para nako ang iyang buhok nga morag kang former associate justice serafin cuevas nga bata-bata pa.  giunsa man na pagsudlay?  kinahanglan gyod ug brayt aron makab-ot nang buhoka.

thanks, tb.com,  for this eye-opener on what terrorism is.  the article does not mention though (probably unnecessary?  but the writer seems to be from the inside of the u.s. fight against terrorism) that afghanistan may have become what it is in its most recent history because the u.s. simply "dropped" the country and the tribes and the people it armed to fight the soviets.  time was when both the u.s. and and the erstwhile ussr made other countries fight proxy wars for them.  afghanistan was one of these countries.  the rest, as they say, is history or, rather, reaping what one sows.

why man bungoton ang iyang mum?  siya ang bearded lady sa circus?

kinsa man nga tblander ang imong surprisahon?

Quote from: chicogon on February 23, 2012, 12:08:31 AM
Dili ka? Mas lami raba ning akong gesul-ob kay sa gesul-ob sa mga babaye. Bug-at2x pod gamay. Mor pa... 

okay lang fr chic... thanks gyod kaayo, but please keep them for next year's mardi gras.  they would become more storied and memorable with each year.  also, hands down, mas angayan ka; ing-ana nga size ug length sa borloloy angay kun ang height 5'5" and up.  sayang lang kun i-museum lang nako na diri...  

of course, i had kites as a child.  usually i folded grade 2 pad paper, pasted on some sticks from our broom, tied it with some sewing thread, and off i went running.  it was great.  it was as if the wind in my hair made me fly with the kite. 

ang tinuod nga kite belonged to my brother, unya makagamit lang kog mohilak na siya kun mag-away mi.  otherwise, tigtugpa ra ko.  mao man tingali na ang gitawag nga kiterunner.  bawo... 

witness ko ato, nahinumdom ko.  most popular gani ang imong kite pero wa kadaog kay copying ra kaayo?  hinoon, gikugihan gyod to nimog lingkod sa copying machine...

hinoon, akoy tag-iya anang silhig.  wa pa iuli ni manoy hangtod karon.  iya lang pasumangil nga sa tsina kuno niya nauli, to someone named after a god...

kataduwang ana... my republic is young and newly democratized.

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 23, 2012, 01:02:13 PM
Hmm, angay natong ipatik dinhi ang tibuok balak ni Rene Amper aron atong mahulagway ang sitwasyon ni Bay Tigs...

hohum.  namuso lang, ibalak-balak pa gyod?  estoryaheee!

Quote from: Lorenzo on February 23, 2012, 01:01:41 PM
When I took the pictures at the beach, I was accompanied by my cousin Jing and my Ate Aurora, within 5 minutes, there were some 10-15 children following us. One little baby boy came up to me and tugged on my shirt and looked at me. Na luoy gajud ko. My heart was so touched.

I gave the camera to my cousin Jing and I told the kids, all of them, "Mga bata, adto ta sa merkado ha, gusto mo og candy?" They did not say anything, but they followed me . I bought food for all of them , drinks, and candy, and dinner for them to take home to their family. Hehehe, let's say that that night, their parents came to the residence where I was staying and came to thank me. The next day, the same little kids were waiting for me. The little boy who tugged on my shirt came to me and hugged me. Those kids really left a lasting imprint on me.

Mao ni sila:

kadto pa tingali sila nakakita ug higante nga bungoton.

human na kog bake, raqz.  all yours...

sakto tuod sa?  ngano god tawong dugaydugayon pa.  haaay, kalami palandungon... we will defy the mayan calendar!  onward, tblanders!

to a very bubbly girl from pangangan!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDh4GC7n0ig#

but why are there winners just the same?  naturalmente.  sila ang 1 in 13,983,816 every time.  the next one could be you! 

Those odds [of winning the lotto] are so long that you are more likely to:

1. Be killed in a terrorist attack while travelling (1 in 650,000).
2. Die â€" during an average lifetime â€" of flesh-eating disease (1 in one million).
3. Be killed by lightning (1 in 56,439).

You are three times more likely to be killed in a traffic accident driving 16 kilometers to buy your ticket than winning the jackpot.

In 2002, you were about 10 times more likely to die after being bitten by a poisonous snake or lizard than to win a Lotto 6/49 jackpot.  Odds for the snakebite death are one in 1,241,661, according to the U.S. National Safety Council.

Want to increase your chances?  Buy 50 tickets a week.  You are very likely to win the jackpot at least once â€" in 5,000 years.

Say you're standing on a football field.  You're blindfolded and holding a pin.  A friend has released an ant on the field.  Your chance of piercing that ant with your pin is about the same as winning a Lotto 6/49 jackpot.  One in 14 million.  Not exactly a sure bet.

You can increase your odds â€" for a price.  You could try to buy enough tickets to cover all possible six number combinations, but at two bucks a shot, that comes out to $27,967,632.

Hardly seems worth the effort, even with the biggest jackpots, especially if two or three other people come up with the same idea.


more at http://www.cbc.ca/news/story/2009/11/09/f-lotteries-what-are-the-odds.html

ay, sayop ko... kun di ka mopalit, bisag 1 in 5 billion, wa gihapon kay chance.  mas may chance ka pang makaanak ug unlan.

akong tambag, motuo ka o di, kay palit lang.  kun di ka mopalit, 1 in 5 billion imong chance. 

Probability of winning (the lotto)

The chances of winning a lottery jackpot can vary widely depending on the lottery design, and are determined by several factors, including the count of possible numbers, the count of winning numbers drawn, whether or not order is significant, and whether drawn numbers are returned for the possibility of further drawing.

In a simple 6-from-49 lotto, a player chooses six numbers from 1 to 49 (no duplicates are allowed).  If all six numbers on the player's ticket match those produced in the official drawing (regardless of the order in which the numbers are drawn), then the player is a jackpot winner.  For such a lottery, the chance of being a jackpot winner is 1 in 13,983,816. (wiki/)

that's one chance in 13 million, 983 thousand, 8 hundred and 16.  not a bad chance, considering that there are more than 90 million filipinos, hehe. 

except for #1 (use of toilet paper roll for wrapping paper), everything else is new and fascinating for me.  this is creative housekeeping.  i am humbled.

Quote from: chicogon on February 22, 2012, 09:30:42 PM

Pwede atong puston dayon para ipada diha. Just say the word...

salamat jamo.  mauwaw man sad ta ani, hehe.  sige lang, fr chic.  sakto na nakong motan-aw na lang sa picture... 

Quote from: chicogon on February 22, 2012, 09:32:16 PM
Ga puasa lagi tawon... hasta sinina apil-apilon hehehe 

hahaha!  arang gajod... tumang paghinulsol gyod diay ang mga way sapot.

lastly, as in anywhere else, do not flaunt your wealth or lack of it.  most of us are ordinary, everyday average folks.  just carry with you like a badge your sense of humor and, by jove, you're one of us!

balik sa agi...

third, if you must build a house, don't do so in isolated locations.  you chose to live in bohol, then by all means, immerse and be one of us.  you will find out that we can be good neighbors, so be a good one yourself. 

more tips later, in case something grips me.  (pahuway usa kog dokdok kay naa pay labhonon nga mga barong ni banana republic, hehehe.)

second, if you must hire a household help, hire from another province.  hiring locals invite their extended families to your domicile and might prove dangerous to your health.

(p.s. this goes without saying that mine are just suggestions and are by no means airtight verities.)

first and foremost, establish acquaintances, if not friendships, with real honest people.  you can spot them because they're blind to the color of your skin.  this is necessary, because once you start to build a house, you can be had by overcharging contractors.  thus would you need an honest man's advice, and reference.

Quote from: hubag bohol on February 22, 2012, 10:45:20 AM
Naa koy kumpare sa inom nga sama anig nawong...

ingon man to imong kumpare nga kaluha kuno mo...

what am i gonna do, tb.com?  i read your post about cuevas and his great hair cross-examining de lima and i'm confronted with a humongous "click here" for a loan in america?

i did not.  naa diay na siyay tingog?  bass, baritone?

Quote from: bugsay on February 22, 2012, 05:18:22 PM
hangtod july pa na sila...so maayo nga july mag EB..

unsa kaha ning tuiga sa?  kun july 2025, na, magsungkod na man gyod tingali ko ani.  si bugs ug hubs, sure ko nga magkamang pa.

tingali ang maningles sa barong, bourne?