tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77798938476397921602011-04-21T19:52:41.289-07:00Just me writing.Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16880586455100206230noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779893847639792160.post-26720041536089035972008-05-13T06:04:00.000-07:002008-05-13T06:42:15.412-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I like this day. </span> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">It's basically a day full of smiles and firsts.</span><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0kUFpbVYGh4/SCmWbO4iqyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g_WbVn35lr4/s1600-h/DSC00703+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0kUFpbVYGh4/SCmWbO4iqyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g_WbVn35lr4/s200/DSC00703+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199852639371832098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0kUFpbVYGh4/SCmWau4iqxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8DC9wpaf0hA/s1600-h/DSC00702+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0kUFpbVYGh4/SCmWau4iqxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8DC9wpaf0hA/s200/DSC00702+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199852630781897490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> accompanied </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Vedder </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Bryche</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> to school to enroll.<br />Remembered my mom as well since she always accompany during this time when I was a kid.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0kUFpbVYGh4/SCmWbe4iqzI/AAAAAAAAABA/y44qsHOH20E/s1600-h/DSC00717+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0kUFpbVYGh4/SCmWbe4iqzI/AAAAAAAAABA/y44qsHOH20E/s200/DSC00717+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199852643666799410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0kUFpbVYGh4/SCmWbe4iq0I/AAAAAAAAABI/gRor2YzC_Ns/s1600-h/DSC00735+%5B640x480%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0kUFpbVYGh4/SCmWbe4iq0I/AAAAAAAAABI/gRor2YzC_Ns/s200/DSC00735+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199852643666799426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ruth <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and</span> I </span>accompanied Brett to the barbershop for his 1st haircut. We're adjusting to his new look - he looks UBER COOL just like his dad.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dotjournal.com/files/images/old-ibm-logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 71px;" src="http://www.dotjournal.com/files/images/old-ibm-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br />Also <span style="font-weight: bold;">worked from home today</span> since I'm not feeling good.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />That's one of the things I like about my Company and my boss.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brandchannel.com/images/FeaturesProfile/profile_img1_san_miguel.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 54px; height: 54px;" src="http://www.brandchannel.com/images/FeaturesProfile/profile_img1_san_miguel.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br />Nothing compares whenever I'm with them. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not even a cold bottle of <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">SMB</span> comes close.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Here's a simple takeaway for all: </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">SPEND QUALITY TIME WITH YOUR FAMILY, DUDES!</span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779893847639792160-2672004153608903597?l=bjbalangue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16880586455100206230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779893847639792160.post-61460945285838535192008-05-12T13:03:00.000-07:002008-05-12T13:32:14.586-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Never imagined myself Blogging. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Used to believe that this stuff is for women who are bored with their sex lives or men who are in the verge of being gay.</span> </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then it happened... around 1 hour ago, that's around 3:00AM, I woke up and went to the CR.. will not tell what I've done, but all of a sudden, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >BLOG... BLOG... BLOG!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />That's basically the sign that I need to do this...<br />Thus, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >I'm now FLUSHING</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> all the things I've said against Blogging and those who Blog.<br /><br />Hello world, this is the start of my </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" >Blog Job</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779893847639792160-6146094528583853519?l=bjbalangue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16880586455100206230noreply@blogger.com0