<?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-5585095645021162403</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:35:37.096+08:00</updated><category term='Twins'/><title type='text'>The Rola Family Values</title><subtitle type='html'>That's Pam, Julia, Audrey, Alexa, and Spot the wonder dog(Me)!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-2067865759958697753</id><published>2006-11-04T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:16:39.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia at the museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tuny/287452422/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/104/287452422_4a8404222d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tuny/287452422/"&gt;Julia at the museum&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/tuny/"&gt;Pixel Me Silly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So cool. Closest thing I'll get to seeing my work on a museum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-2067865759958697753?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/2067865759958697753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=2067865759958697753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/2067865759958697753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/2067865759958697753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/11/julia-at-museum.html' title='Julia at the museum'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-3981092602963120613</id><published>2006-09-27T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:13:43.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Talk</title><content type='html'>Julia's first conversation piece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam: San pumunta si Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Julia: &lt;em&gt;Owpis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam: Ano ginagawa ni Daddy sa Office?&lt;br /&gt;Julia: &lt;em&gt;It...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam: Ano eat ni Daddy sa office?&lt;br /&gt;Julia: &lt;em&gt;Korn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam: Ano pa eat ni Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Julia: &lt;em&gt;Sup (soup)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/25/248063642_afa2e2c0db_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/248063642_afa2e2c0db_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-3981092602963120613?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/3981092602963120613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=3981092602963120613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3981092602963120613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3981092602963120613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-talk.html' title='Baby Talk'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-3006920384216410238</id><published>2006-07-06T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:03:12.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puso ng saging burgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Only P50 in your pocket and have 5 mouths to feed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this recipe, courtesy of Lola Mamang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puso ng saging burgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;a href="http://www.coconutstudio.com/images/Pc140016bananabudfront.jpg"&gt;puso ng Saging&lt;/a&gt;, P25 at Fernando's Supermarket (cheaper sa palengke)&lt;br /&gt;3 Eggs, P6&lt;br /&gt;About a cup of flour, P7.50 a pack&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;Olive oil, optional kung meron ka sa bahay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel one by one the outer petals of the puso ng saging (how &lt;em&gt;konyo&lt;/em&gt;) and take the flowers found behind each petal, remove the... anu ba tawag dun... &lt;a href="http://www.ncsu.edu/project/agronauts/images/flower.gif"&gt;anther&lt;/a&gt; (kung kumakain kayo ng nectar ng bugamvilla nung bata ka, yun ay yung hinihila). Mince it. Halfway into the puso, check if its soft enough so you can just mince everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place in a large bowl and mix with the eggs, flour, salt &amp; pepper. I used to put a good portion of ground pork, but forget that for now. Add a little olive oil. You'll then get a good pasty mixture that you can make into small pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a frying pan, heat oil to medium, and cook puso pancakes as if they were your ordinary burger. Serve hot(Must, only tastes good if freshly cooked).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/060513_191144.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/320/060513_191144.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-3006920384216410238?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/3006920384216410238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=3006920384216410238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3006920384216410238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3006920384216410238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/07/puso-ng-saging-burgers.html' title='Puso ng saging burgers'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-4154810325395980117</id><published>2006-06-29T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:01:51.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D' Adventures of Alexa &amp; Audrey</title><content type='html'>I've been busy lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/Twins%20inviteLORES.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/400/Twins%20inviteLORES.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-4154810325395980117?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/4154810325395980117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=4154810325395980117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4154810325395980117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4154810325395980117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/06/d-adventures-of-alexa-audrey.html' title='D&apos; Adventures of Alexa &amp; Audrey'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-4284523611477041138</id><published>2006-06-04T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:00:54.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liver update</title><content type='html'>Blood extraction. It's been sort of a regular ritual for me. However this time instead of a creatinine count, I'm having a SGPT test to check my liver condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful? The only pain I felt was from my backpocket (P350!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-4284523611477041138?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/4284523611477041138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=4284523611477041138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4284523611477041138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4284523611477041138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/06/liver-update.html' title='Liver update'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-3643316767437997935</id><published>2006-06-01T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:57:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laing for five</title><content type='html'>I'm on my second week of low protein, low salt, semi vegan, semi junk food diet. This morning I had ginisang sitaw and rice for breakfast, ginataang puso ng saging for lunch, and two small packs of &lt;a href="http://lca.tabulas.com/anino_sa_dilim/big/boy_bawang.jpg"&gt;Boy Bawang&lt;/a&gt; and a bar of &lt;a href="http://www.gardenia.com.ph/"&gt;Gardenia&lt;/a&gt; chocolate buns for meryenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, I decided to treat myself by making &lt;em&gt;Laing&lt;/em&gt;, a Bicolano delicacy mainly made up of dried taro/gabi leaves in coconut milk or gata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- 1 supot of dried laing leaves (I bought 2 plastic bags at StarMall Las Pinas)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 gratted coconuts (or you can buy those unsweatened tetra packs, about 3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- 1 head garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;- 2 small red onion, minced&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of luya, maybe mince one which is the size of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- 2 pieces siling pangsigang&lt;br /&gt;- 1 small pack hibi (maliliit na hipon)&lt;br /&gt;- 3 tablespoons oil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- About 5 strips of pork with lots of fat (just for taste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat pan and place meat. Add a small amount of water to extract fat. If the water dries up and konti lang lumabas na mantika, add a little oil and and make gisa(hhwhatttt? Sorry nakalimutan ko english nito eh.. ah &lt;em&gt;Sauté&lt;/em&gt; pala, hehehe) the bawang, sibuyas and luya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is happening, ask your Lola to place the coconut meat in a deep bowl, pour in a cup of hot water, then have her extract the gata by making &lt;em&gt;piga&lt;/em&gt;(like a pigsa) the meat till her kili-kili becomes red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pic ni Lola]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: if you don't have a Lola to help you, &lt;em&gt;too bad ;P&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the onion caramelizes or becomes transparent, add gata. When it simmers add the hibi, sili, laing leaves and pour gata ng nyog into pot. Let it simmer with frequent stirs para hindi masunog ilalim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time my Mother arrived and tasted it (Mother:"Pweh! Walang lasa!"). She suggested I add more ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alamang&lt;br /&gt;- a small amount of Magi Meaty Seasoning (Nyahahaha, secret weapon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add alamang in small portions to taste. Be carefull not to put too much though. The laing should be ready when the oil starts to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't taste it anymore as there's no point (it was already 8PM), and I had already made a mess in the kitchen, much to my Lola's chagrin (Lola: "ANOOHH BAAAHH!! ISA LANG NELUTO MO ANG KALAT-KALAT MOOHHH, 'LIS DYAN!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over diner, I found out that the laing is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the reviews:&lt;br /&gt;- Pam: "Lasang laing nga! Pero hindi masarap.."&lt;br /&gt;- Mother: "OK sya(sabay inom ng tubig)"&lt;br /&gt;- Lola: "Hmmph, ang kalat-kalat mo magluto!"&lt;br /&gt;- Yaya: "Masarap kuya(Good girl, me increase ka sakin next month)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-3643316767437997935?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/3643316767437997935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=3643316767437997935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3643316767437997935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3643316767437997935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/laing-for-five.html' title='Laing for five'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-5618195528181531237</id><published>2006-05-31T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:55:37.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay for a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;[Post originally created April 12, 2006]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Pam goes back to work after her 1 month maternity leave. Why just one month? Well, it is supposed to be 3, but she just had 3 months off last year (with Julia) and she's a bit guilty that she's taking long a leave again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those not in the loop, a little over a year after Julia was born last March, we had our second AND a third daughters. That means three kids in two years(syet, world record?!?)-- I know, someone should cut off my testacles, but what can I do (&lt;em&gt;kalabit kasi ng kalabit eh, buwahahahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before she goes back to work, she said she had to be "beautiful" and needed her hair relaxed and feet pedicured ("baka sabihin nila na-losyang na ako!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want your feet done as well?- Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. interesting. I've never had a pedicure before. Despite being an avid runner and a mountaineer, I've always had nice feet although they do sometimes smell(yummy) and my big toes are bigger than normal(They have excess thick skin on the insides-- a mutant adaptation after years of climbing). The other defect is the right pinky, where the cuticle has almost grown over the actual nail (enjoying your dinner so far? Hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Won't I look gay or DOM?" I suddenly see images of me with manicured nails and matching gold rings and necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has that been a problem? Just don't have them put acetone."- Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good point. Below are pictures of my first ever pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/pile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/400/pile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it's scary with all that tinkering with the small knives. Fortunately Edel my pedicurist(who looked like Sexbomb dancer Rachel Panganiban), is very good. It felt pleasureable, just like having your feet scratched or your pimples popped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/060507_110157.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/320/060507_110157.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look great with my &lt;a href="http://tunyfishbowl.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-havaianas.html"&gt;Haviologs&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-5618195528181531237?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/5618195528181531237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=5618195528181531237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/5618195528181531237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/5618195528181531237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/gay-for-day.html' title='Gay for a day'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-4169409335131711114</id><published>2006-05-25T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:52:13.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool baby</title><content type='html'>Photo of Julia I took last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/060513_073329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/400/060513_073329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't she cool? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-4169409335131711114?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/4169409335131711114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=4169409335131711114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4169409335131711114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4169409335131711114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/cool-baby.html' title='Cool baby'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-9119141640591279184</id><published>2006-05-24T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:49:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liver problems(Oh-oh)</title><content type='html'>I just got my results from my recent annual check-up, and everything's OK (urine, stool) except for my SGPT, which was almost double the normal values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too concerned at first (I thought it had something to do with having just one kidney), until Dr. Sarao, a scion of the famous family that produced the best &lt;a href="http://webhome.idirect.com/~boweevil/pics/jeepneybabe.jpg"&gt;Philippine jeepneys &lt;/a&gt;said "Boy, you have some damage in your liver"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;NOTE: Definition of SGPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serum glutamic pyruvic transaminase&lt;/strong&gt;, an enzyme that is normally present in liver and heart cells. SGPT is released into blood when the liver or heart are damaged. The blood SGPT levels are thus elevated with liver damage (for example, from viral hepatitis) or with an insult to the heart (for example, from a heart attack). Some medications can also raise SGPT levels. Also called alanine aminotransferase (ALT).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liver damage? Eckkk!!! Is it due to my years of eating adobo(with matching rice with adobo grease and bagoong)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fortunately the Doc said this isn't that serious and is reversable. He asked me to take Essentiale Caps (ang sosyal ng name) once a day which aids in liver regeneration. Also, I'm trying to cut down on meat (I'm in my low salt-low protein-lots of water diet in preparation for my creatinine exam next month), that should help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/cirrhosis-liver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/400/cirrhosis-liver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a good before and after photo to scare you shitless back to health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-9119141640591279184?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/9119141640591279184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=9119141640591279184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/9119141640591279184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/9119141640591279184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/liver-problemsoh-oh_23.html' title='Liver problems(Oh-oh)'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-1025571421500116501</id><published>2006-05-24T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:48:42.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liver problems(Oh-oh)</title><content type='html'>I just got my results from my recent annual check-up, and everything's OK (urine, stool) except for my SGPT, which was almost double the normal values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too concerned at first (I thought it had something to do with having just one kidney), until Dr. Sarao, a scion of the famous family that produced the best &lt;a href="http://webhome.idirect.com/~boweevil/pics/jeepneybabe.jpg"&gt;Philippine jeepneys &lt;/a&gt;said "Boy, you have some damage in your liver"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;NOTE: Definition of SGPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serum glutamic pyruvic transaminase&lt;/strong&gt;, an enzyme that is normally present in liver and heart cells. SGPT is released into blood when the liver or heart are damaged. The blood SGPT levels are thus elevated with liver damage (for example, from viral hepatitis) or with an insult to the heart (for example, from a heart attack). Some medications can also raise SGPT levels. Also called alanine aminotransferase (ALT).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liver damage? Eckkk!!! Is it due to my years of eating adobo(with matching rice with adobo grease and bagoong)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fortunately the Doc said this isn't that serious and is reversable. He asked me to take Essentiale Caps (ang sosyal ng name) once a day which aids in liver regeneration. Also, I'm trying to cut down on meat (I'm in my low salt-low protein-lots of water diet in preparation for my creatinine exam next month), that should help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/cirrhosis-liver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/400/cirrhosis-liver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a good before and after photo to scare you shitless back to health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-1025571421500116501?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/1025571421500116501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=1025571421500116501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/1025571421500116501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/1025571421500116501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/liver-problemsoh-oh.html' title='Liver problems(Oh-oh)'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-9032256617946756965</id><published>2006-05-15T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:43:50.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prawns in Sweet Chili Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of prawns, enough to feed the folks at home (here that's about half the population of Nigeria).&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet chili sauce (enough to cover yourself and the prawns)&lt;br /&gt;- Flour (Ditto, aint this fun?!?)&lt;br /&gt;- Drinking water&lt;br /&gt;- Salt &amp; pepper&lt;br /&gt;- 1 head Garlic (minced)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 head Onion (minced)&lt;br /&gt;- Oil (1 vat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix flour, salt &amp; pepper, half of onion &amp; garlic, and add enough water to make a smooth, snotty (sorry) consistency. Add and cover prawns with mixture, then add spoon for texture. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0053-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/320/IMG_0053-1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pan, heat 1 vat of oil, then remove about 95% of it because I was just kidding (you only need about a cup, he-heee). Fry prawns until golden. Set aside (Jeez this recipe takes too long!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0052-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/320/IMG_0052-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same pan, stir fry remaining onion and garlic until onion becomes transparent. Pour sweet chili sauce in pan, and then add cooked prawns. Stir prawns until covered in gooey-ectoplasm like sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0060-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/320/IMG_0060-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve hot with rice, preferably while wearing a dress if you’re a guy (Why are you the one cooking??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0061-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/400/IMG_0061-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Suck the head, its not only &lt;em&gt;delish&lt;/em&gt;, it also keeps you young (you die young!).&lt;br /&gt;&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/5585095645021162403-9032256617946756965?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/9032256617946756965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=9032256617946756965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/9032256617946756965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/9032256617946756965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/prawns-in-sweet-chili-sauce.html' title='Prawns in Sweet Chili Sauce'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-1904038556598195147</id><published>2006-05-03T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:41:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Judy</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Judy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0112.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/400/IMG_0112.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Julia's extreme all-terrain, all condition tandem roadster(&lt;em&gt;Hala, may wang-wang yan&lt;/em&gt; mind you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0111.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/400/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've accepted the bitter truth that I'm not riding my mountainbike anytime soon, except buying softdrinks at our neighbor's. With the babies taking most of our remaining free time, it's difficult, nay, impossible to squeeze in my weekend bike trips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying as I type right now. I love my bike. My bike's cool. It has an all-Shimano LX groupset. It's fork is a Judy Rockshox. It's shiny. It's red. It has a good plush seat anatomically designed to keep my fertility intact (no doubt that's true).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a firm believer of the saying "If you love me, let me go", I've decided to sell it. Mountainbikes are ment to spin up mountains and crash down ravines, not as a trophy in a dark corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody out there wants to bid on my bike, you can see more photos at &lt;a href="http://tuny-garage.blogspot.com/"&gt;my garage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-1904038556598195147?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/1904038556598195147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=1904038556598195147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/1904038556598195147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/1904038556598195147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/goodbye-judy.html' title='Goodbye Judy'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-436166833964736773</id><published>2006-05-02T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:39:35.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One instant pool party</title><content type='html'>Syet, ang ineeeeetttttt.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could be at the beach right now, in Bohol, Boracay.. Heck, maski Matabungkay papatulan ko(me pumupunta pa ba sa Matabungkay?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again circumstances won't allow it. So for now, we do the next best thing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recipe for one (1) instand pool party:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get a rubber pool (beach ball optional).&lt;br /&gt;- A garden hose&lt;br /&gt;- Lots of water&lt;br /&gt;- Space to sunbathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/ligo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/320/ligo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/ligo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/320/ligo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/320/twins.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more photos of these at &lt;strong&gt;Where's Julia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-436166833964736773?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/436166833964736773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=436166833964736773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/436166833964736773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/436166833964736773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-instant-pool-party.html' title='One instant pool party'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-4992800145830543245</id><published>2006-05-02T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:38:58.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer na!</title><content type='html'>I just saw ABS-CBN's TV summer plug, and it reminded me of this photo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/Bora.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/400/Bora.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last January 3, while walking back to our room from Cocomangas, me and Pam chanced upon these group of local kids playing on the beach, ala-John Cena of WWE shouting "You can't see me!" while waving their hands over their face. I asked if they want a photo (of course they obliged!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Next year when the kids are 2 and 1 years, Bora here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-4992800145830543245?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/4992800145830543245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=4992800145830543245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4992800145830543245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4992800145830543245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-na.html' title='Summer na!'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-9004973093532614271</id><published>2006-04-13T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:25:36.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexi the Poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tunyfishbowl.blogspot.com/2006/04/yipeee-twins-are-out.html"&gt;Lexi&lt;/a&gt; pooped last night, and boy did she let out a shitload of poop, you'd think an adult did the stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had poop in her diapers, on her diapers, on their crib, on her sheets, on her feet, on her hands, and on her cheeks. Good thing we didn't name her Winnie or she'd be Winnie the Poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-9004973093532614271?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/9004973093532614271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=9004973093532614271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/9004973093532614271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/9004973093532614271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/04/lexi-poop.html' title='Lexi the Poop'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-3193063197920754553</id><published>2006-04-11T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:19:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to to do between 9AM to 11AM</title><content type='html'>Mainit ang ulo ni boss(either natalo sa isang milyon-milyon na bid, or hinde naka-score kagabi)... must pretend to be busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to to do between 9AM to 11AM:&lt;br /&gt;- mag check ng email&lt;br /&gt;- mag check ng mga blog (&lt;a href="http://number88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ella's&lt;/a&gt; stories really crack me up, hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;- mag isip ng mga pangalan ng dance group ko ("Dangerous Moves", "The Crazy Katz", "The Punkers") &lt;br /&gt;- mag CR ng limang beses between 9-11AM&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.planearium2.de/flash/spstudio.html "&gt;Create&lt;/a&gt; my own South Park character (Syempre puyat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.planearium2.de/flash/spstudio.html "&gt;Create&lt;/a&gt; a South Park character version of Pam (hahaha, puyat di..zzzzzzzzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/pam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/pam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so much to do, so little time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-3193063197920754553?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/3193063197920754553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=3193063197920754553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3193063197920754553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3193063197920754553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-to-to-do-between-9am-to-11am.html' title='Things to to do between 9AM to 11AM'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-231012227733641361</id><published>2006-04-09T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:53:38.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies that define your teenage life</title><content type='html'>I just woke up, it's 12NN, and I was trying to catch up on sleep. The twins were at their usual little-monster selves last night trying to keep things "happening." I caught Pam watching Sharon Cuneta and Gabby Concepcion's &lt;strong&gt;P.S. I love you&lt;/strong&gt;, and managed a glimpse of the scene where Sharon is groping Gabby's face in a stupid game where you are blindfolded and asked to catch and identify someone amid a giggling and shrieking crowd (of course ang magpapahuli lang dito eh yung may crush o ka-love team mo. This game reminds me of the &lt;strong&gt;Marriage Booth&lt;/strong&gt; sa mga school fair dati, na ipapahuli ka ng crush mo para ikasal &lt;em&gt;kuno&lt;/em&gt; kayo. Btw., di ako &lt;em&gt;na-mamarriage&lt;/em&gt; booth dati kasi inde naman ako heart throb, kaya sa &lt;strong&gt;Jail Booth &lt;/strong&gt;lagi bagsak ko). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/sharon.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/sharon.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So &lt;em&gt;baduy&lt;/em&gt;. I asked Pam "Bakit mo pinapanood yan?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anu ka ba, that's one of the movies in the 80's that defined every teenager's life." (Note: Pam and I are in our early 30s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I Love you? Define &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; teenage life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the movies that shaped Tuny's life, as I see it today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/robot_jox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/robot_jox.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robot Jox(1990). &lt;/strong&gt;Starring Gary Graham and Anne Marie Johnson(Who??).  Natatandaan ko ito because of the great special effects (mala-Bioman/robot in &lt;em&gt;karton&lt;/em&gt; suits pa nga lang noon), at naholdap ako nun sa Recto paglabas ko sa sinehan kasama ang best friend kong si Joel(Syet! Nakuha yung matagal kong inawitan na diver's watch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karate Kid(1984). &lt;/strong&gt;Immortal. Starring Ralph Macchio(asan na kaya ito) and Elisabeth&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/karate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/karate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shue in her pre-sexy star days(Thanks Pam, hindi ko natandaan yun ah!). Sino ba naman ang mag-aakalang matutuo ka ng kick-ass karate moves sa pamamagitan ng paglinis ng kotse at paliligo sa dagat (Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off. The Crane--Hee-yah!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/mac.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mac &amp; Me(1988)&lt;/strong&gt;. ~~I had a feeling, all by myself, being so different, from everyone else~~ (Natural, alien ka ba namang dumapo sa Earth, kung di ka ba naiba sa lahat). This was voted &lt;em&gt;pala&lt;/em&gt; as one of the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/chart/bottom"&gt;worst movies&lt;/a&gt; of the century (I'm hurt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninja Kids(1986)&lt;/strong&gt;. J.C. Bonin rules! Dito ako &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;natutong maghubad ng t-shirt at ilagay sa ulo ko ala-Ninja, at magtatakbong hubad sa Sampaloc na may hawak na patpat(Kasama ko manood nito ay yung magandang katulong ni Tita Uling sa Manuela Mall sa Las Pinas -yeba!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bagets(1984)&lt;/strong&gt;. Sino ba naman ang hindi &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/bagets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/bagets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;makakalimot sa kakaibang intro at ending nito, na ginagaya noon sa lahat ng production number sa school ala Dating Doon-- From sa banggaan ni William Martinez at Raymond Lauchengco, hanggang sa moonwalk ni Aga Muhlach! Sadly ako palagi si Herbert Bautista dito kasi ako ang pinaka pangit at patpatin noon sa class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superman(1978). &lt;/strong&gt;~~Tantarararan-dandandan, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/superman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tantarararan, Superman! ~~ (ay wala palang lyrics ito). Keanu has nothing on Christopher Reeves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/am%20ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/am%20ninja.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The American Ninja(1985). &lt;/strong&gt;Starring Michael Dudikoff. Natatandaan nyo yung scene na nakikipagbugbugan sya sa mga sundalo? Na sa huli ay tatalian niya yung mata nya bago sya magpapapukpok sa ulo sa isang negro, sabay ilag? (Cool... Sadly sa pelikula lang nagagawa ito, at ilang beses din ako nagkabukol noon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teen Wolf(1985). &lt;/strong&gt;Starring &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/images.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the then teen everyone wants to be, Michael J. Fox. Sayang inde ako pinayagan ng tatay ko na magsurf sa ibabaw ng hatchback namin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/Thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/Thriller.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller(1983). &lt;/strong&gt;Kung akala mo MTV lang ito, you're wrong! Pinanood ko dati ito sa recto. Starring Michael Jackson(of course) and directed by John Landis, isa pa ito sa mga ginagaya sa school production numbers (Yung zombie dance). Natatandaan ko pang sinayaw ito ng Octoarts Dancers sa Student Canteen (siyempre inaaral ko yung moves at sinasabayan ko!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy, ang sarap talaga nang buhay ng bata. Sige na magtitimpla pa ako ng gatas ni Julia.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Afterthough: Napansin mo ba nung bata ka, pag hindi ka pinayagan ng nanay mo manood ng sine or kulang ang baon mo, sasabihin mo lang na "hihintay ko na lang ito sa TV." Funny enough parang sandali lang nasa TV na nga ang pelikulang iyon... ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-231012227733641361?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/231012227733641361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=231012227733641361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/231012227733641361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/231012227733641361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/04/movies-that-define-your-teenage-life.html' title='Movies that define your teenage life'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-3135818344575564376</id><published>2006-04-06T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:51:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click: Wonder Baby</title><content type='html'>We're proud parents of a very "special" baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/IMG_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/IMG_0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Julia at 3 months, enjoying Michael Chrichton's &lt;em&gt;Prey&lt;/em&gt; and Sydney Sheldon's &lt;em&gt;If Tommorow Comes&lt;/em&gt;. She gave up on nursery rhymes at 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0123.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/IMG_0123.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0114.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/IMG_0114.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below's Mommy and Julia sharing a light moment (I think there's something wrong in this picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/IMG_0132.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/IMG_0132.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-3135818344575564376?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/3135818344575564376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=3135818344575564376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3135818344575564376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3135818344575564376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/04/click-wonder-baby.html' title='Click: Wonder Baby'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-376584208627232376</id><published>2006-03-26T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:49:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakautot ka na?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Location: Perpetual Hospital, Las Pinas&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Still drowsy (and a bit gassy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam was rolled in this morning from the recovery room. First thing I noticed (aside about her &lt;a href="http://tunyfishbowl.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-of-day-ang-catheter.html"&gt;catheter&lt;/a&gt;) was how small her tummy was. Honestly, I don't remember the last time i saw her that "slim". Note that it was only last year that we gave birth to our &lt;em&gt;panganay&lt;/em&gt; Julia, making it a two year-long pregnancy. I think this was a record of sorts, adding the fact that we have 3 babies in 2 years(Maybe I should check the &lt;a href="http://www.guinnessworldrecords.com/"&gt;Guiness Book of World Records&lt;/a&gt;). I asked her how she was, and she gave me a nasty stare (&lt;em&gt;I have a 6-inch incision in my belly, and you're asking me if I'm OK?).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she was up and about that same day-- brave girl I married! I think if men were the ones giving birth, I would have chosen celibacy (Tule nga lang nanginginig na ako sa takot, panganganak pa!). Her doctor insisted that she try to move around as much as she can para &lt;em&gt;mautot&lt;/em&gt; na sya. An hour later a nurse came in with her meds, and asked non-challantly if &lt;em&gt;nauutot&lt;/em&gt; na sya. That evening the care giver who came in to change her napkins (mental note: no sweet &amp;amp; sour pork for dinner) also asked if &lt;em&gt;na-utot&lt;/em&gt; na sya. She then asked if she was &lt;em&gt;nautot&lt;/em&gt; na. Even the nice hospital janitress joined the fray and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nautot na po kayo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're asking: What's with this fart fetish? Why was the entire hospital staff suddenly obsessed with Pam's fart? Did it turn sweet after the c-section?(&lt;em&gt;Mam, utot mo ang bango.. at kulay orange!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as funny or repulsive as it sounds, doctors &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; look forward to seeing (or hearing) their patients break gas after an operation. As explained to me by my nephrology doctor after my kidney donation, passing gas is a good sign that indicates your digestive system is working normally after a major operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently Pam was well enough the next day to say (and proudly at that!)"&lt;em&gt;Oo, nautot na ako&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some fart facts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Farts are created mostly by E. coli.&lt;br /&gt;- On the average a fart is composed of about 59% nitrogen, 21% hydrogen, 9% carbon dioxide, 7% methane, and 4% oxygen. Less than 1% is what makes them stink.&lt;br /&gt;- The temperature of a fart at time of creation is 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;- Farts have been clocked at a speed of 10 feet per second.&lt;br /&gt;- A person produces about half a liter of farts a day.&lt;br /&gt;- Although they won't admit it, women fart as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;- Termites are the largest producers of farts.&lt;br /&gt;- Farts are flammable.&lt;br /&gt;- The word "fart" comes from the Old English "feortan" (meaning "to break wind").&lt;br /&gt;- Excess gas in the intestinal is medically termed "flatulence."&lt;br /&gt;- More but utterly useless (but funny) fart facts at &lt;a href="http://www.heptune.com/farts.html"&gt;http://www.heptune.com/farts.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also make music with the &lt;a href="http://www.sillyjokes.co.uk/games/farting-nun.html"&gt;Farting Nun Organ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-376584208627232376?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/376584208627232376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=376584208627232376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/376584208627232376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/376584208627232376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/03/nakautot-ka-na.html' title='Nakautot ka na?'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-7678026516031873731</id><published>2006-03-24T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:15:36.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twins'/><title type='text'>Yipeee! (The twins are out!)</title><content type='html'>---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Date: March 24&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5AM&lt;br /&gt;Location: Perpetual Hospital, Las Pinas&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Drowsy but ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! Yipee! Yadda-yadda-yadda! U-ki-ni-na-nat-tuyen! (Sorry, baka may &lt;em&gt;Pangalatok&lt;/em&gt; dito,hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention: The twins are out! The twins are out! The twins are out! Yes, I'm a father all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/PICT0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/PICT0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to come was "Alexa" (Code name: "Baby Rola A"). I wanted to name her after another famous Hollywood movie star (After naming our panganay "Julia" &lt;em&gt;ala&lt;/em&gt; Julia Roberts). Pam however put her foot down a week ago and said she wanted "Alexa" for no apparent reason other than it sounded "sossy" (Eh gusto ko eh!). To all unmarried men out there, never, &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; argue with a woman with a bowling ball under her skirt-- it's too painful, hahaha. "Alexa Sophia" btw weighed in at 5.4 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/PICT0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/PICT0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was "Audrey" (Code name: "Baby Rola B"). Fortunately after the Alexa incident, Pam was compassionate enough to allow me to name the second one, and Audrey was my choice (for Audrey Hepburn.. oh &lt;em&gt;deh-ba&lt;/em&gt;!). I wanted to add a second name "Nike" after the greek goddess of victory, kaso Pam said I should stop while I'm ahead ("You're enjoying too much freedom Tuny, down boy"). Audrey Isabella weighed in at 4.12 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/PICT0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Julia above visiting mommy and the twins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have Julia (Roberts), Audrey (Hepburn) and Alexa (The Great? De Rossi? Hehe)... Sorry Pam, couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah bebeh, things can only get better in my fishbowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-7678026516031873731?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/7678026516031873731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=7678026516031873731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/7678026516031873731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/7678026516031873731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/03/yipeee-twins-are-out.html' title='Yipeee! (The twins are out!)'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-4614083150691257284</id><published>2006-03-20T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:44:41.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the day: Ang Catheter.</title><content type='html'>[Inaalay ko ang istoryang ito sa milyon-milyong mga lalaki sa mundo, mahirap man o mayaman, na dumaan sa hirap at kahihiyan dulot ng isa sa pinaka-malupit na instrumento sa larangan ng medicina, ang &lt;em&gt;urinary catheter&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Na-ospital ako noon, kidney operation (opo, isa na lang po ang kidney ko, binigay ko sa Daddy+ ko ang isa). Pagkatapos kong magkamalay, ang una kong napansin, bukod sa malaki kong tahi(9 inches) sa tagiliran, ay isang manipis na tubo na naka-pasok kay junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuny:  "Syetttt!! saan galing ito???(AT ang mas importante, sino at paano niya naikabit ito???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung sino nagkabit (Chicks na doctor kaya? Dyahe, punong puno pa naman ako nun ng anesthesia) at hindi ko na rin inalam kung paano ito naikakabit (at ayaw ko na rin isipin kung paano). Iniisip ko na lang na isa itong misteryong katulad ng alien abduction (Sigurado ako pag mahaba-haba ang operasyon mo at pinatulog ka, pag gising mo meron nang nakatusok sayong straw sa ayaw mo man o gusto-- enter twilight zone theme). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sasagutin ko na lang ay kung saan ito nanggaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/catheter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/catheter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ang catheter(or in this case, ang urinary catheter) ay ginagamit sa mga pasyente na walang kakayahan na bumangon at pumunta sa palikuran upang mag-dyingle/jingle. Sa &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catheter"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, it is defined as "a tube that can be inserted into a body cavity duct or vessel, allowing drainage or injection of fluids or access by surgical instruments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon din sa Wikipedia, ito ay isang sinaunang imbensyon, kasing tanda ng mga Pyramids of Giza. "The ancient Egyptians are reported to have fashioned catheters from papyrus, and the ancient Greeks from reeds."  [&lt;em&gt;Mga hayop! Mga aso! Mga pusa! Mga manok! Sadista kayo!&lt;/em&gt;]. Pasalamat na lang tayo kay B. Franklin, ang sikat na amerikanong imbentor na naka-gawa din ng lightning rod, odometer at daylight saving time, dahil siya rin ang naka-isip ng flexible urinary catheter (Nainspire kaya siya after gawin ang lighting rod? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mabalik sa istorya ko, okay din naman ang Catheter. Medyo maski nakaka-ngilo sa umpisa, it has its advantages. Sa tulad ko noon na hirap bumangon, pag naiihi ka, wiwi lang at diretso na ito sa isang urinal bag na-nakakabit sa ilalim ng kama. Pag nagbabasa ng libro at naiihi, wiwi lang. Pag kumakain at naiihi, wiwi lang. Pag may kausap sa telepono at naiihi, wiwi lang (wag lang kikiligin ang boses mo at mahahalata ka). Para kang hari ba (Kako nga e "Hey, I can get used to this!Hehe.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero as in all things good, it must come to an end. Nung palabas na ako after two weeks, dumating si doc para tanggalin ang catheter(kundi hindi daw e uuwi ako na parang unggoy). Pinaupo niya ako gilid ng kama at pinalislis ang aking gown (help, rape! ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Okay iho, at the count of 3, inhale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuny: Sure doc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo kinakabahan ako. Aparently isasabay ni Doc ang paginhale ko sa paghila niya sa Catheter-- para siguro hindi ako makasigaw. Humawak na rin ako sa bakal na headrest, baka kasi ma-right hook ko sya e. Ang nanay ko naman ay nasa isang sulok, ngingiwi-ngiwi sa takot at tawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuny: Doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuny: Kasabay po ba ng pagsabi mo ng "3", hihilahin nyo na, or pagkatapos mo sabihin ang "3", saka mo hihilahin?(Bale 1-4 na pala yun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natawa si Doc-- ano kayang nakakatawa dun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc:  Okay, pagsabi ko ng 3 saka ko hihilahin. Okay, ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuny: Ready po (Lunok, asan na ba yung butiki sa kisame na kahapon ko pa nakikita...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc:  1.. 2..3, inha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigla ba namang pumasok si Doctor/professor na kasama ang isang batalyon na nursing students. Kulang na lang ang sumigaw sila ng sabay-sabay "Surprise!". Napatingin kami ni Doc at mommy na nakanganga. Huli si doc ay nakayuko sa harap ko, hawak ang catheter na naka-kabit pa sa anu ko. Ang Mommy ko na ang tanging nasabi ay "Ano pu yun??".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohmygod, sorry... sorry-sorry-po!!!" ang tanging nasabi ni doctor/professor, sabay atras at sarado ng pinto. Nakita ko pang ang lima-o-anim na mukha na humahabol ng tingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Sorry, ha. Okay, nasan na ba tayo? 1... 2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^$#@!*&amp;%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also see &lt;a href="http://number88.blogspot.com"&gt;Ella's&lt;/a&gt; experience in her blog "Oy, bawal magkasakit!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-4614083150691257284?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/4614083150691257284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=4614083150691257284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4614083150691257284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/4614083150691257284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-of-day-ang-catheter.html' title='Story of the day: Ang Catheter.'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-8934482777362299277</id><published>2006-03-19T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:43:02.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show her you love her</title><content type='html'>---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I ran my first (and only) &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tuny21/root"&gt;traithlon&lt;/a&gt; in 2005 at the &lt;a href="http://www.extribe.com.ph/"&gt;Extri&lt;/a&gt; sa Balai in Laiya, Batangas. I was so inspired that I wrote this poem. Then it sounded great, but reading it back it feels to &lt;em&gt;cheesy&lt;/em&gt; to post, but what da heck, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take her out for a late night run... and after a few miles, go home together and give her a bath... if possible, take one together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you go to bed, tuck her comfortably by your side and sleep and dream of marathons, duathlons and triathlons, both of you finishing side-by-side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, reassure her that, although new and sexier ones arrive (by ship, plane or freight, from Bangkok, Korea, China or Japan), that you won't replace her. The miles you've spent together on (and off road) have molded you both and made your relationship a perfect..... fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines everyone ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-8934482777362299277?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/8934482777362299277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=8934482777362299277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/8934482777362299277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/8934482777362299277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/03/show-her-you-love-her.html' title='Show her you love her'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-6708138691950249547</id><published>2006-03-18T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:41:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror Story: The Presence</title><content type='html'>I swear this is a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Alas-tres ng umaga, bilog ang buwan. In my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly "alone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember exactly what it was, but I was in deep slumber, tired from the previous week's events, which at that time was a blur to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/ghost_under_bed_sm.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/ghost_under_bed_sm.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was awakened from my deep sleep. It was as if something had just moved across the other side of my bed. I opened my eyes, but did not look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember almost a year ago having a similar experience. I felt something, or &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; heavy, sat beside me on my bed while I was sleeping(or in my sleep?), almost causing me to fall on to the floor. I looked, but nobody was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard ghost stories like this from my friends, of long gone friends and family visiting them in their sleep. Sometimes even physically interacting with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly thought "Dinadalaw kaya ako ng Tatay(+) ko? Or my Aunty(+) whom I've dreamed of once, wanting to pick me up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that most recent event, was it happening again? Was it... or were they back (&lt;em&gt;ngiiiiiii!!!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes passed, and then there was nothing. Somehow I felt that, like before, whatever it was, "the presence", was gone.... or so I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes again and tried to drift myself back to sleep. And as I was about to loose consciousness, another movement rocked me back to my senses,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/sadako.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/sadako.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but this time it was as if someone had jumped on my bed (&lt;em&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, I immediately turned my head. And what I saw was something.. no someone... that I would never ever forget till the day I die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a slender pale figure laying beside me in fetal position, back facing me. I could tell it was a woman from the shape of her long white legs and shoulders, barely covered by a white night gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of shock and raw fear caused me to jerk back to my side of bed. I felt my hair stand, my spine tingle, my eyes pop, and my head explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sino siya?&lt;/em&gt; Or more importantly, &lt;em&gt;ano sya&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my head still spinning from the sudden gush of adrenalin, I gathered myself and whispered to "the presence":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuny: &lt;em&gt;"Sino ka?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She did not move]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuny: &lt;em&gt;"Anong ginagawa mo sa kama ko?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She, must have noticed that I was now fully conscious of her. It shivered, and slightly lifted her head. And in the most eeary way, she slowly, slowly looked at me from the sides of her right eye and said.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presence: "T_n-t_n. Get used to it, pwede ba matulog ka na?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention in this blog that I'm married? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/cameraphone-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/cameraphone-1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual events happened (though less exaggerated, haha) a week after I was wed to P_m, now my beautiful wife. We had our wedding on a chapel on top of a hill in Batangas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-6708138691950249547?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/6708138691950249547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=6708138691950249547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/6708138691950249547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/6708138691950249547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/03/horror-story-presence.html' title='Horror Story: The Presence'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-3478508758357042745</id><published>2006-03-17T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:34:24.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click: Beba in a glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/1600/cameraphone-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/454/562/200/cameraphone-34.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I was always amazed whenever my Mom and Dad(+) came home from parties, with pictures of them as &lt;em&gt;Time: Man of the Year&lt;/em&gt;, or as &lt;em&gt;Calendar Models&lt;/em&gt;, or them in a wine glass. "Ang laking baso naman nun", "Wow, parents ko sikat!" said an 8-year-old Tuny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my own version of that wine glass photo, with my cousin's baby &lt;strong&gt;Beba&lt;/strong&gt; as my model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 80's, hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-3478508758357042745?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/3478508758357042745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=3478508758357042745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3478508758357042745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/3478508758357042745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/03/click-beba-in-glass.html' title='Click: Beba in a glass'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-6054547095159056340</id><published>2006-03-16T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:40:07.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manghuhula</title><content type='html'>Nagpahula dati ang Mommy at Daddy(+) ko, specifically about their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naku, ate, ang suwerte mo naman, ang dalawa mong anak na babae ay yayaman, pero yun nga lang, yung isang anak mong lalaki, hindi"--- ???!!!??? Waddaheck??? Ano ito, feminist na na manghuhula? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula noon sinumpa ko na ang lahat ng manghuhula. (Then again fast-forward 10 years today, mayaman na ate ko, bunso naman mas malaki suweldo kasya sakin nung k-age ko sya--bwisit na mga call center---ako hindi... Anak ng... tama yata ang hula ah ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-6054547095159056340?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/6054547095159056340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=6054547095159056340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/6054547095159056340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/6054547095159056340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2006/03/manghuhula.html' title='Manghuhula'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-8858306742106002397</id><published>2005-04-19T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:32:46.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage &amp; weight gain explained...</title><content type='html'>Ackk... gaining.. weight... must... close... zipper... [inhale]... ulk...   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Cornell studies examine how weight relates to dating and marriageExcerpt:"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obese women were happier with their marriages than other women, whereas obese men had more marital problems than other men [Oh-o&gt;&gt; tuny].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Men who gained weight were more likely to report marital problems than men who lost weight, while women who gained weight were more likely to be happy compared with those who lost weight," the authors reported in the Journal of Family Issues (Vol. 16, November 1995).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One theory about why obese women were happier with their marriages is related to recognizing their decreased value in the marriage market in a society that stigmatizes obesity. As a result, obese women are more likely to be satisfied with their current marital condition compared with opportunities for seeking a new partner. In other words, women appear to internalize and accept the negative assessments of their obesity," the authors said.Obese men, on the other hand, may be more likely to have marital problems because their wives may be pressuring them to lose weight; such pressure may lead to hostility and conflict. Also, the authors speculate that men are less likely to accept the negative social view about body weight than women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.cornell.edu/Chronicle/97/4.10.97/weight-marriage.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.news.cornell.edu/Chronicle/97/4.10.97/weight-marriage.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-8858306742106002397?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/8858306742106002397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=8858306742106002397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/8858306742106002397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/8858306742106002397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2005/04/marriage-weight-gain-explained.html' title='Marriage &amp; weight gain explained...'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-918079651189169350</id><published>2005-04-16T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:31:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight gain theories</title><content type='html'>Tuny's 3 theories why men (drastically) gain weight after marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.      Alpha Male theory. &lt;/strong&gt;After hunting (translation: spending 8 hours pretending to be productive at the office), men basically sit, watch TV, sleep, eat and keep their wives company-- much like male African lions we see on Discovery Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.      Evolution. &lt;/strong&gt;During pregnancy, a woman's hips grow to accommodate the baby. Ours come later. Having arms and hands not designed to carry a TV remote and a baby at the same time, we grow a beer belly to act as a skidway or platform to support the baby's weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.      Sex becomes the only exercise for a while. &lt;/strong&gt;Its more convenient than driving yourself to the gym, and its more fun! However note that for a person weighing 160lbs., moderate sex lasting for, say 15 minutes, can only burn 14.4 calories. Compare that to 15 minutes of jogging which burns 132 calories. (see &lt;a href="http://www.healthyweightforum.org/eng/calorie-calculator.asp" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.healthyweightforum.org/eng/calorie-calculator.asp&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-918079651189169350?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/918079651189169350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=918079651189169350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/918079651189169350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/918079651189169350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2005/04/weight-gain-theories.html' title='Weight gain theories'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585095645021162403.post-2066670458349683664</id><published>2005-01-06T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:29:52.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story of the day: Si Andy</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of my sister, Jeng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in Dapitan, near UST, with her new husband, Chito, shopping for native furniture for their new house in Connecticut. They’ve never been there and was having a tough time looking for the right shop so they pulled over, opened the window and asked this scrappy-looking fruit vendor sitting along the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Manong, saan po ba yung mga Handycrafts?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took sometime for him to answer [Isip…isip…], looking at his apples and mangoes for knowledge, and then with great relief he enthusiastically replied: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AHH, si Andy Craft, yung maputing nag tra-tricycle, nakita ko sya kanina, doon sya nakatira sa…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister decided not to wait for him to finish his response, closed the window, and drove away laughing hysterically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Andy, I wonder how many misinformed tourists drop by his house everyday looking for rattan furniture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585095645021162403-2066670458349683664?l=rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/feeds/2066670458349683664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585095645021162403&amp;postID=2066670458349683664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/2066670458349683664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585095645021162403/posts/default/2066670458349683664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rolafamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2005/01/funny-story-of-day-si-andy.html' title='Funny story of the day: Si Andy'/><author><name>Tuny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sI1unFatI5c/R1z2P924dGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rX8T99abAIo/S220/cameraphone-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
