Array
(
    [results] => Array
        (
            [0] => Array
                (
                    [ArticleID] => 276629
                    [Title] => Conquering Mt. Binalabag
                    [Summary] => The sound of crickets was like the haunting song of Circe, echoing through the mountain slopes and hypnotizing you that you may forget your way back home. There were 17 of us who alighted from a truck and ferried to the mountains of Upper La Paz, located 47 kilometers from the city proper of Zamboanga. Each one was geared up for a most memorable adventure. 


                    [DatePublished] => 2005-05-07 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 136241
                    [Focus] => 0
                    [AuthorID] => 1796210
                    [AuthorName] => ZAMBOANGA CALLING By Ronnie Lledo
                    [SectionName] => Modern Living
                    [SectionUrl] => modern-living
                    [URL] => 
                )

        )

)

RAUL BENDANILLO

Array
(
    [results] => Array
        (
            [0] => Array
                (
                    [ArticleID] => 276629
                    [Title] => Conquering Mt. Binalabag
                    [Summary] => The sound of crickets was like the haunting song of Circe, echoing through the mountain slopes and hypnotizing you that you may forget your way back home. There were 17 of us who alighted from a truck and ferried to the mountains of Upper La Paz, located 47 kilometers from the city proper of Zamboanga. Each one was geared up for a most memorable adventure. 


                    [DatePublished] => 2005-05-07 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 136241
                    [Focus] => 0
                    [AuthorID] => 1796210
                    [AuthorName] => ZAMBOANGA CALLING By Ronnie Lledo
                    [SectionName] => Modern Living
                    [SectionUrl] => modern-living
                    [URL] => 
                )

        )

)

abtest

Conquering Mt. Binalabag

By ZAMBOANGA CALLING By Ronnie Lledo | May 7, 2005 - 12:00am

The sound of crickets was like the haunting song of Circe, echoing through the mountain slopes and hypnotizing you that you may forget your way back home. There were 17 of us who alighted from a truck and ferried...

Modern Living