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Quote from: islander on May 13, 2012, 10:47:36 AM
labaw nga puwedeng pang-spike sa buhok.



cushioning material for cushioning the head

Oi, diin man ka kahagilap aning akong baby picture?

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 10:18:28 AM
kaub-an sa gimbuhaton.....

tungod kay gel...pwede pod tingale ipadangog?....

He he, tipid jamo kon maohon. Ang nakadaot, basin industrial strength?

But nothing beats natural... 

Real cool...

Not bad...

And this...

Nindot pud ni...

Quote from: islander on May 13, 2012, 10:39:56 AM
don't tell me ang baby elephant si vito andoline nga tblander...

Ang gidak-on sa lawas maoy angay basehan...

Quote from: islander on May 07, 2012, 06:57:22 PM
i'll paraphrase that---

money is not the most important thing in the world.  love is.  fortunately, i can use money to buy love.

Looks like money has been used thus...

Quote from: islander on May 13, 2012, 10:36:57 AM
bantay mo... dako baya ug puruhan nga suod na sila sa ginoo.

Suod mo lang. Ambot lang hinuon kon Divine Mercy devotees ba pud ni sila, pero, yes, sureness ko nga kolitoson og kasingkasing ning mga bataa...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 10:07:19 AM
sa kauban?...

Hmm, kauban o kaub-an?

Quote from: islander on May 07, 2012, 02:00:25 PM

he went way beyond his limitations.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Frogs...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 10:01:51 AM
maayo seguro ni para sa tuhod...

Aw, depende sa favorite position...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 09:59:05 AM
laylo lang gud...sumangil nga nabiktima sa fiesta....bwahahaha..

Bwahaha! Sigig kaon og kinilaw nga pinakalami nga bolinaw nga taga sa Balingsya, mao nga pasushimangil nga nag-LBM...

Si Vito Corleone man tingali ning bata diri...

Quote from: Mike Ortega Ligalig on May 13, 2012, 09:49:27 AM
WonderGel provides immediate, continuous cushioning - no need to wait for foam to heat up or conform to your body every time you change position.

Bwahaha! Sampak, este, tumpak!

Hmm, Ok ni para sa new pillow design ni Bugsay...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 09:52:43 AM
or basin nagpalimong-limong lang ka...di kaha kadtong imong best friend nga chic-boy nga kwartahan pod?....

Bwahaha! Ayaw angina ang mugbog kibot, basin mamaldesyon na pud ta!

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 09:48:29 AM
basin pareha sila'ng freelance 'othographer......  

...unya ang baldado gamay tuod ang camera pero mas abthik, permi maka-othograph...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 09:20:41 AM
si bai tigs...or basin kadtong taga loboc nga na milyonaryo tungod sa iyang manokan?...

Sakto, usual suspects na sila. Normal na baya ilang sinultihan ron...

Hmm, fishcake as in tortang bolinaw?

He he, basin ang pagpamiktima maoy business...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 09:23:40 AM
sushimang na jud ta ani

Aw, pasushimangil lang gud nga nasaag...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 09:29:44 AM
duna seguro'y personal grudge ni's mr wad ngadto ni gorio kay siya ma'y nisumbong.....wa seguro mahatage ug saktong pahat..

Pahat? Pahat sa biktima?

Langyaw baya pud kuno ang gasumbong...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXU3RfB7308#

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27ZvwQd-wXw#

Quote from: hubag bohol on May 13, 2012, 08:33:48 AM
Sumala sa taho, bisan og naggamit na kini og catheter (gamit tungod sa lisod na nga pagpangihi) ang maong langyaw, nakahimo pa kini sa pagpakighilawas kaniya.

Manyakis jud diay. Maong gitanggong ang dalagita kay daklit ra seguro motuy-od...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 09:09:50 AM
di ba kaha manimahong ginamos nga kuwang sa asin?...

Sushimhotshimhoton diay?

"Thousands of Indianans carrying picks, bats, ax handles, crowbars, torches, and firearms attacked the Grant County Courthouse, determined to "get those goddamn Niggers." A barrage of rocks shattered the jailhouse windows, sending dozens of frantic inmates in search of cover. A sixteen-year-old boy, James Cameron, one of the three intended victims, paralyzed by fear and incomprehension, recognized familiar faces in the crowd â€" schoolmates, and customers whose lawns he had mowed and whose shoes he had polished â€" as they tried to break down the jailhouse door with sledgehammers. Many police officers milled outside with the crowd, joking. Inside, fifty guards with guns waited downstairs.

"The door was ripped from the wall, and a mob of fifty men beat Thomas Shipp senseless and dragged him into the street. The waiting crowd ‘came to life.’ It seemed to Cameron that ‘all of those ten to fifteen thousand people were trying to hit him all at once.’ The dead Shipp was dragged with a rope up to the window bars of the second victim, Abram Smith. For twenty minutes, citizens pushed and shoved for a closer look at the ‘dead nigger.’ By the time Abe Smith was hauled out he was equally mutilated. ‘Those who were not close enough to hit him threw rocks and bricks. Somebody rammed a crowbar through his chest several times in great satisfaction.’ Smith was dead by the time the mob dragged him ‘like a horse‘ to the courthouse square and hung him from a tree. The lynchers posed for photos under the limb that held the bodies of the two dead men.

"Then the mob headed back for James Cameron and ‘mauled him all the way to the courthouse square,’ shoving and kicking him to the tree, where the lynchers put a hanging rope around his neck. Cameron credited an unidentified woman's voice with silencing the mob and opening a path for his retreat to the county jail and, ultimately, for saving his life. Mr. Cameron has committed his life to retelling the horrors of his experience and ‘the Black Holocaust‘ in his capacity as director and founder of the museum with the same name in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Under magnification, one can see the girls in this photo clutching ragged swatches of dark cloth.

"After souvenir hunters divvied up the bloodied pants of Abram Smith, his naked lower body was clothed in a Klansman's robe â€" not unlike the loincloth in traditional depictions of Christ on the cross. Lawrence Beitler, a studio photographer, took this photo. For ten days and nights he printed thousands of copies, which sold for fifty cents apiece." -- http://www.legendsofamerica.com/

from http://www.legendsofamerica.com/


On the night of August 7, 1930, three young African Americans -- Thomas Shipp, age nineteen; Abram Smith, age eighteen; and sixteen-year-old James Cameron, faced the hideous wrath of a lynch mob in the Ku Klux Klan-dominated town of Marion, Indiana. Only Cameron survived. The black youths had been involved in the robbery-inspired murder of Claude Deeter, 23, a white factory worker from nearby Fairmount, Indiana, and were accused of sexually assaulting Deeter's white girlfriend, nineteen-year-old Marion resident Mary Ball. While the latter charge was never proven, such charges, however groundless, were easily assumed by racist whites and frequently served to incite lynch mobs to commit even greater atrocities.

Both Shipp and Smith were snatched from a jail cell only a block and a half from the giant oak tree where their bodies were soon to hang lifeless, beaten and hanged to death by the furious mob. Cameron was badly beaten and nearly suffered an identical demise, but was saved at the last moment by the intervention of a "voice" from the crowd. "That boy didn't have anything to do with any killing or raping!" shouted the voice. Cameron's mysterious benefactor was never identified. Later James Cameron would go on to write a book entitled, A Time of Terror, from which the following account was taken.

Lawrence Beitler took this iconic photograph on August 7, 1930. It showed the lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith, two young black men from the John Robinson show circus accused by a teenager of raping his white girlfriend (This accusation was subsequently found to be a lie).  A mob of 10,000 whites took sledgehammers to the county jailhouse doors to get these men; the girl’s uncle saved the life of a third by proclaiming the man’s innocence. Lynching photos were made into postcards to show off civic pride and white supremacy, but the tortured bodies and grotesquely happy crowds ended up angering and revolting as many as they scared. The photo sold thousands of copies, which Beitler stayed up for 10 days and nights printing them.

Ironically, this photo which had become iconic image of lynchings was taken at Marion, Indiana, whereas most of the nearly 5,000 lynchings documented between Reconstruction and the late 1960s were perpetrated in the South. (Hangings, beatings and mutilations were called the sentence of “Judge Lynch.”) The photo was so iconic that it has been the inspiration for many poems, books and songs down the years, “Strange Fruit” by the Jewish poet Abel Meeropol (later sung by Billie Holiday) being the best example. Every time you hear Bob Dylan’s somewhat hard-to-listen-to Desolation Row, the first line you heard is “They’re selling postcards of the hanging”, inspired by the above photo.

The primary source for these events is A Time of Terror, which is an eyewitness account by James Cameron, the third black youth who was saved. -- http://storybehindphoto.blogspot.com/

Bagay sang lamorok nga aping haw...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 08:56:59 AM
basin duna'y diplomatic immunity ni's gorio...

Morag wa kay gipasagdahan ra man...

Magpa-itoy-itoy na lang kaha...

Kay gitagoan ang sushi?

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 08:49:25 AM
kon nganong di mo tilaw...

Hmm, Diyosnon?

Basin with consent. Ang nakaparat kay 17 pa...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 08:31:52 AM
membro ba sa TB nga pwede nato makuhaan ug testimonya?...

Membro pero panagsa ra moduaw...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 08:29:00 AM
basin duna taga TB nga nagbaton ug kongkreto nga rason....

Rason nganong wa jud maminjo?

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 08:26:26 AM
sushi ni inday....

Bwahaha! Sushi para sa iyang puthaw nga panthi?

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

This narrative poem is undoubtedly Poe’s most famous work. Musical, mysterious, even maddening, Poe spins the tale of a grieving lover who is visited by a talking Raven on a cold winter’s night. At first, the narrator is curious as to the purpose of the Raven’s one word: “Nevermore.” He is soon overcome with memories of his lost love Lenore, and begins to feel her presence. Believing the Raven to be a messenger from the next world, the narrator implores it to say if they will be reunited in heaven, to which the Raven responds “Nevermore.” We follow the narrator’s descent into madness and despair as the Raven sits forever above his chamber door, forever tormenting him with its call. -- http://listverse.com/

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
  Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
   As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
  "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
                Only this, and nothing more."

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
  And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
  For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
                Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
  Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
    "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
  Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
                This it is, and nothing more."

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
  "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
  That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
                Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
        fearing,
  Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
  This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
                Merely this, and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
   Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
    Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
  Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
                'Tis the wind and nothing more."

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
        flutter,
  In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
        he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
  Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
                Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

   Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
  By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
   "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
        craven,
   Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
  Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
  Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
  Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                With such name as "Nevermore."

    But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
  That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
    Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
        before-
  On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
                Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

     Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
  "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
     Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
     Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
  Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
                Of 'Never- nevermore'."

    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
  Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
        door;
    Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
  What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
  To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
  But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
                She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
  Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
        hath sent thee
    Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
  Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
        devil!-
  Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
    On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
  Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
        devil!
  By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
  Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
        upstarting-
  "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
  Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
        door!"
               Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
  On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
        floor;
  And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Menor de edad intawon...

Ni Joy F. Tumulak
Saturday, May 12, 2012


GILUWAS sa kapulisan ang 17-anyos nga katabang sa American national nga giingong gilugos sa naulahi ug nimabdos.

Gisikop sa kapulisan sulod sa usa ka pension house ang masakiton nga si Wadi Greg Chichakly, 56, usa ka divorcee ug taga Estados Unidos.

Ang operasyon sa kapulisan sa presinto uno gilusad human sa usa ka reklamo bahin sa 17-anyos nga taga Zamboanga del Sur.

Ang Women’s Desk officer sa Presinto Uno, nahinabi sa Sun.Star Superbalita apan dili magpahingalan, nitug-an nga unang nitaho kanila bahin sa kahimtang sa da­laga ang usa ka langyaw nga freelance photographer nga si Harr Wad.

Sigun sa taho, nagkaila ang biktima ug ang suspek pinaagi sa Internet, hangtud nga sila nagkita ug gitanyagan kini og trabaho nga mobantay sa lawak nga giabangan sa maong langyaw lakip sa pag-atiman kaniya nga nagmasakiton.

Tungod sa dakong tanyag nga salapi, nisugot ang dalaga apan miabot ang higayon nga siya gihilabtan ug wa na tugti nga makagawas-gawas sa lawak nga ilang giabangan hangtud nga siya nimabdos.

Sumala sa taho, bisan og naggamit na kini og catheter (gamit tungod sa lisod na nga pagpangihi) ang maong langyaw, nakahimo pa kini sa pagpakighilawas kaniya.

Unang nagkita ang duha sa usa ka mall sa siyudad ug dihang nagkauyon, gidala sa langyaw ang dalagita sa iyang apartment sa dalan F. Cabahug ning siyudad niadtong Nobiyembre 29, 2010.

Sumala sa tinubdan nga human nila madawat ang maong reklamo, si Senior Inspector Jack Marandog mimando sa iyang mga sakop ug ilang giadto dayon ang pension house dapit sa uptown area nga gipuy-an sa maong langyaw ug wa kini mosukol human magpaila ang kapulisan.

Nasayran nga masakiton ang langyaw.

Samtang, ang 17-anyos nga duna nay upat ka buwan nga anak ang gikuha sa kapulisan ug gitugyan ngadto sa Department of Social Welfare and Development (DSWD).

Nakig-alayon na usab ang mga sakop sa DSWD ngadto sa mga ginikanan sa biktima didto sa Mindanao aron kini makuha ug ilang gi-atiman ang upat ka buwan nga masuso sa biktima.

Si Chichakly gitanggong karon sa Fuente Police Station o Presinto Uno samtang nagpaabot sa tukmang reklamo nga ipasaka batok kaniya.

Samtang, ang langyaw nga masakiton wala mohatag og komentaryo bahin sa alegasyon nga gilugos niya ang biktima ug gitanggong kini sa lawak, sumala sa usa ka laing langyaw ngadto sa kapulisan.

Hinuon, wala pa masayri kon ang biktimang dalagita mopasaka ba og kaso batok sa amahan sa iyang anak nga langyaw. (Jona Mae O. Lascuña ug Jelie Anne P. Llanes, CNU Comm. interns)

Quote from: TUBAGBOHOL.com on May 13, 2012, 08:10:59 AM
kana kung ang babae ang mauna. ana kung ang laki mauna, wa na gyuy paaboton.

Aw, ang naghuwat nga wa nay paabutonon sangko jud sa langit ang pagmahay nganong gipakabuhi pa ning kalibotan...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 08:06:28 AM
ning salir man kaha?

Naay naulian, naa puy nadayonan. Na gani puy namilyonaryo na...

The Magdalene Sisters is a 2002 film written and directed by Peter Mullan, about 4 teenage girls who were sent to Magdalene Asylums, (also known as 'Magdalene Laundries'), homes for women who were labelled as "fallen" by their families or society. The homes were maintained by individual religious orders in the Roman Catholic Church in Ireland.

Peter Mullan has remarked that the film was initially made because victims of Magdalene Asylums had received no closure in the form of recognition, compensation, or apology, and many remained lifelong devout Catholics. Former Magdalene inmate Mary-Jo McDonagh told Mullan that the reality of the Magdalene Asylums was much worse than depicted in the film.

The movie is a fictionalized account of life in the Magdalene Laundries, inspired by the real life stories of women interviewed about their time in them.

Set in Ireland, beginning in 1964, so-called 'fallen' women were considered sinners who needed to be redeemed. The film follows the stories of four young women - Margaret (raped by her cousin), Bernadette (too beautiful and coquettish), Rose (an unmarried mother) and Crispina (an intellectually disabled unmarried mother) - who are all forced by their families or caretakers into the Magdalene Asylum. The film details the disastrous lives of the four girls whilst they are inmates of the laundries, portraying their harsh daily regimen, their squalid living conditions and the oppressive nature of the Catholic faith at the time.

Each woman suffers unspeakable cruelty and violence from the Mother Superior, Sister Bridget, despite her gentle-faced appearance and outwardly soft-spoken demeanour. She is characterized as sadistic and almost inhuman at times, as conveyed through her merciless beating of Rose in full view of Bernadette, or when she mockingly laughs at Una as she hopelessly clutches at her fallen hair locks. It is never made explicit whether Sister Bridget needlessly behaves tyrannically or if she earnestly believes her actions necessary in the eyes of God (it could also be seen as internalised misogyny).

The film also criticises the hypocrisy and corruption within the staff of the laundries. Sister Bridget relishes the money the business receives and it is suggested that little of it is distributed appropriately. Those who liken themselves to Mary Magdalene, who deprived herself of all pleasures of the flesh including food and drink, eat hearty breakfasts of buttered toast and bacon while the working women subsist on oatmeal. In one particularly humiliating scene, the women are forced to stand naked in a line after taking a communal shower. The nuns then hold a "contest" on who has the most pubic hair, biggest bottom, biggest breasts and more. The corruption of the resident priest, Father Fitzroy, is made very clear through his sexual abuse of Crispina.

Three of the girls are shown, to some extent, to triumph over their situation and their captors. Margaret, although she is allowed to leave by the intervention of her younger brother, does not leave the asylum without leaving her mark. When she deliberately asks Sister Bridget to step aside for her to freely pass and is sharply shot down, Margaret falls to her knees in prayer. The Mother Superior is so surprised, she only moves past her after the Bishop tells her to come along. Bernadette and Rose finally decide to escape together, trashing Sister Bridget's study in search for the key to the asylum door and engaging her in a suspenseful confrontation. The two girls escape her clutches and are helped to return to the real world by a sympathetic relative, their story optimistically ending when Rose boards a coach bound for a ferry across the Irish Sea to Liverpool (in Protestant England, out of the reach of the Irish Catholic establishment) and Bernadette becomes an apprentice hairdresser. Crispina's end, however, is not a happy one; she spends the rest of her days in a mental institution (where she was sent to silence her from revealing the sexual abuse she suffered at the hands of Father Fitzroy) and she dies of anorexia at age 24.

The epilogue to the film gives a brief description of the lives of four of the inmates after the girls leave the asylum by the late 1960s. It is noted that the last Magdalene asylum closed in 1996. --Wiki

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 07:57:00 AM
lawom nga kaalam.........sa usa kahingtungdan, nga basin pod ug nakasuway...

He he, usa lang kini ka yanong taho sa akong naobserbahan sa kinabuhi sa oplok kong mga higala...

Quote from: bugsay on May 13, 2012, 07:51:50 AM
gisum-olan?...

Gusto pang motilaw og lain, propesyonal nga tilawera...

Quote from: islander on May 08, 2012, 03:17:56 PM
a very successful (read: rich) businessman also opted, though his path was more circuitous.  i can imagine the internal storms he went through. 

at a time when mobile phones were not so common, he already had one, which he had to give up when he entered the seminary.  i could give up everything i have but my mobile phone, he had complained.  but he gave it up anyway.

well, he had a girlfriend who he didn't give up like his mobile phone.  one day he set aside his planned vocation and married her.  the union didn't last.  after 2 children, 2 residential houses, and a good number of cars, he again gave up everything, including his wife (through annulment), and went back to the seminary.  i understand he's now a priest of a certain order, though i haven't heard of him since.   

Hmm, I won't be surprised if he subsequently left the priesthood. He could now be a very successful (read: happy) family man again.

Palaman sa pandesal...

Hilak, inom, ngitag away, paospital kon makulatahan, hilak, tulog, hilak, kaon, manguyab og lain, inom, pagarpar, inom, inom, hilak, the works...

Kon di ka madisgrasya along the way, sa ngadto-ngadto maulian ra ka... 

Quote from: lindy on May 07, 2012, 10:59:45 PM
sagdi laman ug natiguwang dalaga basta kay nakatilaw ug himaya nga dili ikapangagda.

Di baya ta kaseguro, naay mga dagang guwang pero mas daghan diay ang natilawan...

Quote from: islander on May 07, 2012, 06:55:04 PM
tanang baye matiguwang di tungod sa hinuwat ug laki.  naa bay laking huwaton?  ang wa maminyo, may puruhan nga nitagam sa laki o wa lang gyoy laking naayonan.

Naay ubang baje oi nga maghuwat mabyudo ang love of their life...

Quote from: Vistabel on May 07, 2012, 05:41:00 PM
Pero, ngano lagi nga daghan man ang wala mangaminyo nga Babae, walay paris hangtud sila natiguwang nalang ug hinuwat sa ilang partner nga mao untay magmahal at mag-aruga sa kanilang pagkatigulang? 

Naa baja puy mga lalaki nga wa maminjo. Wa pud hinuon maghuwat...

Quote from: islander on May 07, 2012, 02:04:06 PM
naa ba dinhay picture nga gakaon nga gatiniil gatiniil?

Binuangon. Ang gatiniil gatiniil mao ang gahimog ginamos nga taga sa Balingsya, gitunobtunoban aron daling mamawos...

Quote from: islander on May 07, 2012, 02:04:06 PM
ang gikaon nga ginamos, taga dimiao, ang nikaon nga gakinamot, taga valencia? 

Bitaw, taga sa Dimyaw ang ginamos kay klarong gilamian ang gakaon...

Quote from: bolanon kaaju on January 23, 2012, 06:37:03 PM
sa akong paglaroylaroy sa atoa naa baya pod mga tawo nga ningasenso ug maayo naa pod nahabilin jud nga perting pobreha kaayo.

Kon medyo guwang-guwang na, angay pud naay bisan gamay lang nga ikapakita ang pinaningkamotan...

Quote from: Lorenzo on April 24, 2012, 12:36:55 PM
hehehe in other words, datung pobre?

Gustong ilhong dato...

Quote from: islander on April 20, 2012, 11:18:42 AM
madato gyod kog dali, flying segs, kun kuhaon nimo nang imong kawo kay naa sa ilawom ana ang akong dagon.

Basin naunhan na ka...

Quote from: chriswise on January 25, 2012, 06:16:13 PM
mao gyud sir,,bahala mag aginod basta kanunay,,,

Easy to say. Pero pait jamo ning mag-aginod, oi. Patjon tas kalaay...

Quote from: chriswise on January 23, 2012, 06:31:02 PM
maajong balitaa,,,,pero panahon ni Gloria kay ingon ani man balita,,kada intro sa tuig,,,

More of the same, as always...

When one is no longer romantic towards the other, then one has in effect considered the other to have ceased to be significant.

Hmm, looks to me like Mickey Mouse is trying to strike the right note that will make him disappear...

Aw, kon jawan-on ang gasampit, mahupay jud ang gibating kasakit...

Si Bay Vistabel, kadtoy motuo 101%...

All romances are good, though some may be punctuated with bad moments. Take note that the punctuations involved also matter a lot.

Di kaha ni siya albino Wookiee baby?

Dia ra ang imong order nga steamed lapu2x, Fr. Chic. Gihugawhugawan lang galing...

Quote from: islander on May 13, 2012, 12:10:42 AM
nahinabo na tingali nga naay niingkib lang diretso, sure lang ta nga di tblander.

Aw, pwede man himoong appetizer ang karton...

Quote from: hubag bohol on May 13, 2012, 06:35:17 AM
It is also possible for Mercury and Venus to transit the Sun at the same time.... The last time this happened was in the year 373,173 BC. The next time the simultaneous transit of the Sun by both planets will occur will be July 26, 69,163. Will man even be around to see this far off transit?

Quote from: hubag bohol on May 13, 2012, 06:35:17 AM
Multiple transits are very, very, very rare occurrences, but do happen. It is possible for there to be a solar eclipse and a transit of Venus at the same time. The last time this took place was in the year 15,607 BC. The next solar eclipse plus Venus transit will occur on April 5, 15,232.

Multiple transits are very, very, very rare occurrences, but do happen. It is possible for there to be a solar eclipse and a transit of Venus at the same time. The last time this took place was in the year 15,607 BC. The next solar eclipse plus Venus transit will occur on April 5, 15,232.

It is also possible for Mercury and Venus to transit the Sun at the same time. That’s right, both of Earth’s inner planetary neighbors perfectly lining up with the Earth’s orbit and the Sun so that an observer on Earth could see both tiny shadows passing in front of our Sun at the same time. The last time this happened was in the year 373,173 BC. The next time the simultaneous transit of the Sun by both planets will occur will be July 26, 69,163. Will man even be around to see this far off transit? -- http://listverse.com/

As Galileo invented his first telescope in 1609 the first chance to observe a Venus transit using modern optical devices came with the transits of 1631 and 1639. Five years before the 1631 transit, in 1627, Johannes Kepler became the first person to predict a transit of Venus. Kepler successfully predicted the 1631 event. However, Kepler was unable to determine where would be the best location to observe the transit, nor did he realize that in 1631 the transit would not be observable in most of Europe. Therefore, no one made arrangements to travel to where they could see it, and this transit was missed.

Fortunately, 8 years later on December 4, 1639, a young amateur astronomer by the name of Jeremiah Horrocks became the first person in modern history to predict, observe, and record a Venus transit. Horrocks corrected Kepler’s earlier calculations and realized what we now know about Venus transits, that they occur eight years apart after long (very long) waits. It is commonly stated that he performed his observations from Carr House in Much Hoole, near Preston England. Horrocks also told his friend, another amateur astronomer by the name of William Crabtree, about the coming predicted transit and he also spotted the planet’s silhouette on the solar disk. Crabtree probably observed near Broughton, Manchester England. Although Horrocks was uncertain when the transit would begin, he was lucky enough to guess the time so that he was able to observe part of it. He used a telescope to shine the image onto a white card, thus safely observing the transit without harming his eyes. Using his observational data, Horrocks came up with the best calculation for an Astronomical Unit (AU). -- http://listverse.com/

Animation of the Venus transit of June 2012
in equatorial coordinates and Central
European SummerTime (CEST). --Wiki

The next transit of Venus will occur on June 5â€"6 in 2012, succeeding the previous transit on June 8, 2004. After 2012, the next transits of Venus will be in December 2117 and December 2125.

The transit will be best viewed from the Pacific Ocean. North America will be able to see the start of the transit, while South Asia, the Middle East, and most of Europe will catch the end of it. The transit will not be visible in most of South America or western Africa. The regions from which the transit is visible are shown in the map below.

A photograph taken at 15:39, 8 June 2004, Hong Kong time (07:39 UTC) from Tuen Mun, New Territories, Hong Kong.

A transit of Venus across the Sun takes place when the planet Venus passes directly between the Sun and Earth, becoming visible against (and hence obscuring a small portion of) the solar disk. During a transit, Venus can be seen from Earth as a small black disk moving across the face of the Sun. The duration of such transits is usually measured in hours (the transit of 2004 lasted six hours). A transit is similar to a solar eclipse by the Moon. While the diameter of Venus is almost four times that of the Moon, Venus appears smaller, and travels more slowly across the face of the Sun, because it is much farther away from Earth. Observations of transits of Venus helped scientists use the principle of parallax to calculate the distance between the Sun and the Earth.

Transits of Venus are among the rarest of predictable astronomical phenomena. They occur in a pattern that repeats every 243 years, with pairs of transits eight years apart separated by long gaps of 121.5 years and 105.5 years. The periodicity is a reflection of the fact that the orbital periods of Earth and Venus are close to 8:13 and 243:395 commensurabilities.

A transit of Venus took place on 8 June 2004 and the next will be on 5 and 6 June 2012. The previous pair of transits were in December 1874 and December 1882. After 2012, the next transits of Venus will be in December 2117 and December 2125.

A transit of Venus can be safely observed by taking the same precautions used when observing the partial phases of a solar eclipse. Staring at the brilliant disk of the Sun (the photosphere) with the unprotected eye can quickly cause serious and often permanent eye damage. --Wiki

Peeing like a boss, a rich boss...

Bwahaha! Wa ba kaha tawon malamoy ang taga!

Bwahaha!

Kini kay sushi cat...

Another one... 

Nanglibak uroy ni Bugsay ning duha, ay...

Bwahaha!

Mas payts ni...

Hmm, diha pud toy maestro nga gikiha sa ginikanan sa usa ka dalagita kay kuno gikumot ang iyang 22y...

Agoi, ayaw palabig paniwang, Bay Vist, basin di na ka kalupad kay wa nay kusog...

Quote from: bugsay on May 12, 2012, 08:01:30 PM
para nako bitaw, kon ang pasikatay sa composition...... mas ngilngig si pareng Paul.

He he, mas abilidaran si pareng John--when it comes to self-promotion.

Quote from: TUBAGBOHOL.com on May 12, 2012, 07:57:40 PM
Was it John Lennon who once declared "We are more popular than Jesus Christ"?

The complete quote was supposed to be: "Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. I needn't argue about that; I'm right and I'll be proved right. We're more popular than Jesus now; I don't know which will go firstâ€"rock 'n' roll or Christianity. Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It's them twisting it that ruins it for me."

Quote from: hubag bohol on May 12, 2012, 07:30:33 PM
People tend to see Lennon as some sort of divine guru of peace and love because of his political activities in the early 1970s. The truth is that most of Lennon’s reputation as a political activist is based on photos of him with various ‘60s radicals and his own press statements. He never actually did anything whatsoever of note in the political realm, and most of the radicals he cultivated thought he was an ignorant poseur. The few things he did actually do, like giving money and publicity to violent groups like the Black Panthers, are nothing to be proud of.

How true...

Quote from: bugsay on May 12, 2012, 08:53:37 PM
basin wa ni giapil  pag file sa SALN.........

SalN = salin sa nakurakot..

Bwahaha! Karon, salin sa nahurot na...