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7107 PULO ISANG LAHI ISANG DUGO

This are markings of one person who value his roots and culture. One of the talented artis in the Philippines, the " Master Rapper " as they call him. Three star and a sun symbolizes our country, represent our flag. Mabuhay ang PILIPINAS. 7107 PULO ISANG LAHI ISANG DUGO.

Forget Not Yet

Forget Not Yet
A poem by Thomas Wyatt

Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as
I have meant
My great travail so gladly spent
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye knew, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell can,
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrongs, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in denays
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is,
The mind that never means amiss;
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved,
Forget not this.

MAJOR PART OF YOUR LIFE

Of course you'll miss her.

It's perfectly normal.

It's like getting a tooth pulled out.

After the dentist pulls it out,

You're relieved but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot.

Where the tooth once was?

Probably a hundred times a day.

Just because it was hurting you doesn't mean mind that it's gone.

It leavesa gap and sumtyms,

You see yourself missing it terribly.

It's going to take a while,

IT TAKES TIME.

Should you have kept the tooth?

NO. Cause it was causing you pain.

Pulling the tooth was the right choice.

But it hurt like HELL.

Bamboo - So Far Away

Lyrics:

So far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know that you’re just time away
Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could, but you’re so far away


One more song about movin’ along the highway
Can’t say much of anything that’s new
If I could only work this life out my way
I’d rather spend it bein’ close to you

But you’re so far away
You’re so far away


Travelin’ around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin’ else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don’t come to own me
But there’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find


But you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn’t help to know, it doesn’t help to know
It doesn’t help to know


You’re so far away

--Nung ikaw ay bata... nagawa mo ba tO?--

--Nung ikaw ay bata... nagawa mo ba tO?--

1. *kumakain ka ba ng aratilis?

2. *nagpipitpit ng gumamela para gawing soapy bubbles na hihipanmo sa binilog na tanggkay ng walis tingting?

3. *pinipilit ka ba matulog ng nanay mo pag hapon at di ka papayagan maglaro pag di ka natulog?

4. *marunong ka magpatintero, saksak puso, langit-lupa, teleber-teleber, luksong tinik?

5. *malupit ka pag meron kang atari, family computer or nes?

6. *alam mo ang silbi ng up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, a, b, a, b, start?

7. *may mga damit ka na U.S.E.D., Boy London, Cross Colors, Esprit, Blowing Bubbles at pag nakakakita ka ng Bench na damit eh naalala mo si Richard Gomez?

8. *addict ka sa rainbow brite, carebears, my little pony, thundercats, bioman, voltes v, mazinger z, daimos, he-man at marami pang cartoons na hindi pa translated sa tagalog?

9. *nanonood ka ng shaider kasi nabobosohan mo si annie at type na type mo ang puting panty nya?

10. *marunong ka mag wordstar at nakahawak ka na talaga ng 5.25 na floppy disk?

11. *inaabangan mo lagi ang batibot at akala mo magkakatuluyan si kuya bodgie at ate sienna... nung high school ka inaabangan mo lagi beverly hills 90210, Melrose PLace at Baywatch?

12. *gumagamit ka ng AQUANET para pataasin ang bangs mo o kaya michaels?

13. *meron kang blouse na may padding kung babae ka at meron kang sapatos na mighty kid kung lalake ka?

14. *nangongolekta ka ng paper stationaries at mahilig ka magpapirma sa slumbook mo para lang malaman mo kung sino ang crush ng type mo?

15. *kilala mo si manang bola at ang sitsiritsit girls? e si luning-ning at luging-ging?

16. *alam mo ibig sabihin ng Time Space Warp at di mo makakalimutan ang Time Space Warp chant?

17. *idol mo si McGyver at nanonood kang Perfect Strangers?

18 *eto malupet... six digits lang ba ang phone number nyo dati?!

19. *nakakatawag ka pa sa pay phone ng 3 bentesingko lang ang dala?

20. *cute pa si aiza seguerra sa eat bulaga at alam mo ang song na "eh kasi bata"?!

21. *inabutan mo ang Magnolia Chocolait na nasa glass bottle pa na ginagawang lalagyan ng tubig ng nanay mo sa ref?

22. *meron kang pencil case na maraming compartments na pinagyayabang mo sa mga kaklase mo?

23. *noon mo pa hinahanap kung saan ang Goya Fun Factory at ang Sugarland?

24. *alam mo ang kantang "gloria labandera".. lumusong sha sa tubig ang paa ay nabasa at ang "1, 2, 3, asawa ni marie"...?

25. *sosyal ka pag may play-doh ka at Lego... at nag-iipon ka ng G.I. Joe action figures at iba pa ang mukha ni barbie noon?

26. *inabutan mo pa yung singkong korteng bulaklak at yung diyes na square?

27. *lumaki kang bobo dahil ang akala mo nangangagat talaga ang alimango sa kantang tong-tong-tong... diba naninipit yun?

28. *alam mo yung kwento ng pari na binigyan ng pera yung batang umakyat ng puno para bumili ng panty... and shempre, alam mo rin ba kung ano binigay nya sa nanay nung umakyat ng puno pati ang mga kwento na bida si juan at pedro...?

29. *meron kang kabisadong kanta ni andrew e na alam mo hanggang ngayon...? aminin!!!

30. *laging lampin ang sinasapin sa likod mo pag pinapawisan ka o kaya dyaryo or movistar magazine?

31. *bumibili ka ng tarzan, texas at bazooka bubble gum, tira-tira, at yung kending bilog na sinawsaw sa asukal at the famous LALA na uutuian ka ngtindera na lasang MILO?

32. *kinukupit mo pa at nanonood ka ng mga porno tapes ng tatay mo na nasa BETAMAX format pa... at sanay ka tawagin ang porn as BOLD?

33. *takot ka dumating ang year 2000 dahil sabi nla magugunaw daw ang mundo?

KUNG ALAM MO LAHAT DITO LAGPAS KA NA NG 23 YEARS OLD... KAPAG HALOS LAHAT ALAM MO, NASA 20-23 YEARS OLD KA NA...

WAG KA NA MAG DENY... TUMAWA KA NA LANG...

the jelly bean analogy

Love Stories : Kuwentong Jelly BeansContributed by noringai

Hindi ako mahilig sa jelly beans. Pero nung dumating yung jelly beans galing sa sister ng roommate ko, naintriga ako. Isang malaking garapon ng jelly beans na siguro ay mga 1000 ang laman at may 49 flavors. Hinanap ko agad yung chocolate pudding na flavor na nakalagay sa listahan. Lahat ng kulay brown, kinuha ko. Pero hindi chocolate ang lasa ng mga jelly beans na kinain ko. May coffee, may plum, may licorice, may rootbeer… ngunit walang chocolate. Sa kakahanap ng chocolate flavor, hindi ko napapansin ang ibang 48 flavors na nasa garapon. At na-realize ko, ikaw ang the elusive chocolate pudding flavor na jelly bean sa buhay ko.

Na-obsessed ako sa lahat ng kulay brown na jelly beans. Iyong roommate ko, na-explore na yung ibang flavor. May bubble gum flavor, may piña colada, may peanut butter, may sizzling cinnamon, may caramel popcorn. Lahat yun, nasarapan sya. Ako, hindi ko pinapansin ang ibang jelly beans. Naka-tuon ang pansin ko sa brown jelly beans.

Parang ikaw. Sa kakahabol sa iyo, hindi ko na napansin ang ibang lalake sa paligid ko. Masyado akong naka-focus sa yo, kaya napapalampas ko na ang mga matitinong lalake na nagbibigay interes sa akin. Parang yung ibang flavors ng jelly beans na hindi ko natikman dahil ang gusto ko talaga eh yung chocolate pudding.

Iyong roommate ko, natikman na nya ang chocolate pudding na jelly bean. Ang swerte naman niya, natikman nya agad ang flavor na gusto ko. Hindi niya hinahangad, yun pa ang napunta sa kanya. Sabi niya, hindi naman daw masarap ung chocolate pudding na jelly bean. Ordinaryo lang ang lasa. Hindi tulad nung mga favorite nyang flavor. Pinatikim nya sa akin yung toasted marshmallow saka ung strawberry cheesecake, masarap naman. Pero, yung chocolate pudding talaga gusto ko eh. Ganon yata talaga yun. Mas gusto natin yung hindi natin nakukuha.

Nung finally natikman ko ang chocolate pudding na jelly bean, napasigaw ako. At last, nakuha ko rin ang gusto ko. Pero, nung ninamnam ko ang lasa, hindi nga sya masarap. Hindi sya ganun ka fabulous. Parang ordinaryong chocolate lang na pinalambot. Pero ang saya nung feeling na finally, nakuha ko rin yun. Matapos akong mapurga sa licorice at root beer flavors.

Hindi ko pa natitikman ang lahat ng 49 flavors na jelly beans sa garapon. Nangangalahati na ang laman pero chocolate pa rin ang hinahanap ko kapag binubuksan ko ang takip. Fixated pa rin ako sa mga kulay brown na beans, kahit na mas appealing ang pink, violet at blue. Madalas, ibang flavor na nakukuha ko pero kapag sinuswerte, nahahagilap ko rin ang chocolate pudding.

Oo, hindi worth the aggravation ang paghahanap sa chocolate pudding. Hindi worth ang paghahabol ko sa yo. Ordinaryo ka lang naman. Marami pang hihigit sa yo. May mga blueberry o cotton candy o strawberry daiquiri flavors na lalake sa paligid ko pero hindi ko pinapansin. Pero bakit kapag kakain ako ng jelly beans, chocolate pudding pa rin ang hinahanap ko? Bakit kahit na marami naman lalake dyan, ikaw pa rin ang gusto ko?

Hay, siguro dahil sa nakasanayan ko na.
KEEPONSMILING
--GNELIE--

Moving on but not letting go

I've had enough.
No, don't try to reason with me, this is too much.

I will try not to think of you when I wake up in the morning and ask myself if somehow you are also awake. I have my own life to lead and my own life to think of. No, I won't even think of you while I'm eating my lunch wondering if you're doing the same thing, because sooner or later I know you will.

No, never again will I go to the comfort room and lock myself in just to have some privacy to piteously think of you, cry, sing or do some silly things because of you. And no, never will i again think of you last when I go to sleep. Sleep is my only rest, so please don't plague me in my dreams.

I am moving on.

I'll try to wake up in the morning and smile and think not of why you left but that once you stayed.

And if I feel the need to cry, it will not be for the future that we could have, not for the regrets that I have nor of the anger that i feel, but I will cry because of a love that I never was able to share with the one man I felt it for. I will cry for the love that was lost, and not for the man who left.

I will give my affections to any man who is need of it, but not my heart because I still am trying to get it back from you. I will give him the love that you never wanted, the kiss that I so longed to give you and the words that once was yours. Worthy or not worthy of it, at least he's here, you're not.

I'll try to hold back the tears when I think of you. I'll just try to smile.

I am moving on.. and hoping that the next thing would be letting go.



KEEPONSMILING
--GNELIE--

Adidas Loves Competition

This is how Adidas approach compettion. I really find this cool and amazing so you should see this.....

Isn't Puma great?AdidasLove competition

Check the new Reeboks

Nike has great ads.

Adidas: Adicolor Yellow

These posters with die-cuts were posted over existing colorful posters to create ad-hoc designs.

These posters with die-cuts were posted over existing colorful posters to create ad-hoc designs.

These posters with die-cuts were posted over existing colorful posters to create ad-hoc designs.

Nike SB

Cool Nike SB Custom Series

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jessie

Sampip

Sampip

Some people love shoes of certain kinds
Some people love afternoons or the way the moon shines
And they have their own reasons
To feel the way they do
That's why I ask myself, what is it with you?
Is there something wrong
With the way I speak?
You don't even see me
When I pass you on the street
I'll close my eyes and let it be
Because I just can't see
Why you love to hate me
Some people love weekends
Beacause they can fool around
Some people love thunderstorms
Because of how the drops of rain fall down
And they have their own reasons
Whatever they may be
That's why I think it's kind of funny
That you don't have one for me
And it sucks to face the truth
That I ain't got no reasons too
Whenever asked the simple question
Why I feel the way I do
And I know it's stupid on my part
to say that I love you
Even though I know you hate me
And you don't know why you do.

i just want to get away

i think everyone stumbles upon a point in their life where you just need to find yourself.you need to take a moment just for yourself. well i cant speak for anyone else. but i cancertainly speak for myself... a slowly fading love. hating my job. temptations of anold life call my name. an old life not worth living. so much stress i feel. so many emotionsi should keep to myself, just for the benefit of happiness in the end. but thats all too hardfor me right now. i want to make a life and a living for myself. i want to be excited to wake up every morning. i still wish i saw the face of the one that holds my heart everytime i wake. but this is something i need to do. i want to get this job. my plans for the future at this moment depend on this job. i hope to save up enough money by october for my birthday. And right now, i need space.i need to grow and learn myself how to live life. put my heart and soul into making something of myself. i plan to switch numbers and be out of contactfrom a everyone, except a certain few. after a few months of being on my own. and finding out what i want and need, ill call the ones i care about. the people i want to beinvolved in my life. the soul search is on. well in the process. but thats not bad. i needed it. i want this for myself. i feel a certain wayabout this certain someone. and i hope she feels that way too. but after some time i may feel different. im not certain. but its a possiblity. but right now, i cant afford to depend on anyone but myself. i need me right now and thats for sure. i have confidence thati can build the life ive always wanted. and when im stable then i can bring someone elseinto it.

remnants of love

Love never fails,
but people fail to love.

I still remember that day,
that fateful summer day.
It wasn't love at first sight,
but it felt right, I remember thinking
Too good to be true?

We were young & we rushed,
perhaps to our end...I fell so fast,
made rash decisions,
we shared so much, I thought we were fine.

The innocence of first love,
etched on my heart,
not sure what happened,
scars on my heart.

Days turned weeks,
separated by miles, you made promises
they would all fall short. I should have
seen it coming, but I was blinded by love.

Why does love happen?
How does it start?
Why does it end...why did we part?
I'll always remember you,
I'll always hold you somewhere deep down inside
I guess it's true when they say,
You've only got one heart...

Why did you lie to me?
Why did you hurt me?
Were those things you said really your heart?
Or was it your head?
I never could tell, it wasn't fair.

We've both moved on,
I hear you're ready to marry,
I want to wish you the best,
but if I'm honest I still carry
this burden of love, the scars of my heart.

I have found someone new and yes he's for me
But I can't help thinking I wish I could've seen
How love can grow weak,
How love can die,
How love can be remnants forever alive.

My Love Is Like to Ice

My Love Is Like to Ice

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:

How come it then that this her cold is so great

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?

What more miraculous thing may be told,

That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold,

Should kindle fire by wonderful device?

Such is the power of love in gentle mind,

That it can alter all the course of kind.

Pride And Flame

Gone... Gone are the days When the west was wild

And every child's dream

A light was seen

Gone... Gone are the days

When the world just sung for tomorrow to come

But she never came
If I.. If I was to break

If I.. If I was to pay

**Blue moon are you lost again?

Where will I find your light?

Where will I find the truth?

How will I ever say goodbye...

Coz we're turning the pages again

Bound by the lives that we have spent

I'm not living your third world lies

Goodbye.. Better days ahead Goodbye

Gone... Gone are the days

All these questions

No straight answers

Everybody's a high priced healer, hey

Gone... Gone are the days

Tis the season of change

Every scar on the hand marks a new day

I said sleep child Slip into a dream

Poppa hasn't been home

Busy livin' out this crazy scene

Reached out to feel each grain

A lifetime running through his hands

The scorching heat left our heart

The workings of a proud brown man

But nowhere could you see

Dark eyes look away
Reached out to feel the warmth

Time running through his hands

The scorching heat gave life

The heart of a proud brown man

And he says to his child

Who still couldn't stand...

"Someday"...

A Clue


I am weak now

having attempted to

cry out all feelings and

emotions for you:


In one breath you

make me smile and cryin one text from you

lift my spirits and

plunge me into depression

Your voice can build up

my hopes and shatter my dreams.


You leave me wondering, yet

disenchanted.

How you do it,

I'll never know.

And that you do it,

I'll never breathe a clue.

At least not to you.

Misunderstanding

why do you pretend like

I don't matter to you

when you're all that

matters to me?

I hate writing but love to blog….why?

It’s funny how when you spend time like I have the past 3 days to make a point to comment on others that you start reflecting and things start clicking.

I left a couple comments that ended this way.

I hate to write, but love to blog!

The question is why? I’ve never been a good writer, I’ve hated writing for as long as I can remember. With my penmanship writing is like kryptonite to me. Was never a great Language Arts teacher, but I don’t think I was that bad…having struggled with writing my whole life and being up front with my students about it actually, I think, helped those reluctant learners to keep trying and plowing forward.

So why is it that I hate to write and love to blog?
First, I think a lot of it has to do with the computer and word processing. As I type this in my Firefox extension Performancing every misspelled word is underlined in red for me, giving me instant feedback on what I have misspelled. Does it catch all my mistakes, heck no, but you should see a post before it actually goes live.
Secondly, I can type faster then I can write…about 45 words/minute and you can actually read what I’ve written when I’m done.
Finally, I don’t see blogging as writing…it’s idea generation, it’s the free flow of ideas between people and it is a conversation. I love to talk (if you have a hard time writing you usually do…coping skill). I would rather stand in front of a group of parents and give a presentation, or have a face to face parent conference than write a letter home.
Because blogging is a conversation, a idea generating machine (the way I use it anyway) it speaks to me. Sure sometimes my ideas are way out there, but that’s how we work through them, how we start conversations, how we move forward and continue to progress as a society. Blogging gives me an audience, just like giving a presentation…I almost feel that way sometimes…like I’m presenting information, my thoughts rather than writing. It could be a podcast, a video, or blogging…it’s about having an audience. I wonder if I would have blogged in school, given the chance? It would have depended, I bet, on how the teacher used it as a tool. Was it a reflective journal to layout your thoughts, or did every period, capital and ‘ie, ei’ combination have to be perfect. If that was the case I’d have hated it.
Blogging is different…it’s not writing in the sense we think about it. People ask me why I blog and I truly can’t give them an answer…I just do, because it’s an outlet for me. I’d bet that I’ve blogged more in the past year then I wrote my whole life leading up to it. It’s been that powerful for me as a tool, and I see it in my students as well. In myspace and youtube…this networking, conversation, sharing atmosphere is contagious!

I had no time to hate, because

The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

What Is Love?
Love is a shy smile,

a sweet hello,

a soft caress...

Love is two hands entwined,

a lingering kiss,

a swelling of the heart...

Love is undeniable,

unforgettable,

unimaginable,

and what every heart yearns for...

A thin line called LOVE

Two HeartsTwo hearts intertwined...

Different views...

Different dreams...

Different needs...

Different wants...

Bound by a fragile string called LOVE...

Union as willed by GOD...

A journey in life...

May be pounded by the forces of nature...

May be struck by the fiercest lightning...

Yet two hearts bound by a delicate twine...

STRONG enough...

To stand the test of time.

-kEisHane&oLLiE-02_15

Para sken this is just start.... Marami pa tlaga kaming pagdadaanan. I just wished na matagalan nmin lhat to. Willing naman ako gawin lhat for her,sana tulungan nya din ako.
“Beauty is not just on the outside it is skin-deep. Inside is where your true secrets and personality lies. In your head is the part that I am in love with. Your body is just the opening door to your amazing soul.”

April 18,2007

We started the day right this morning... hinatid ko sya sa fx pauwi tapos deretso uwi na din ako. and ngload para makatxt ko pa din sha... But the problem is when i got home after I ate my breakfast eh.. napahiga ako kaya un tulog to the max ako, at syempre upset ollie ko tulugan ko ba naman ehh...

Mabuti nalang hindi sha nagalit... Tapos I get up early to say sorry, naalala ko dami ko na pala kasalanan at paulit ulit na yung sorry ko. Tingin ko din tama sha kc before this eh medyo marami na talaga and if your asking why eh kulang ang time para ikwento ko lahat what happen... Dito ko nalang share lahat para masaya... hehehe....

On my way to her condo,nagmamadali kc i didnt receive any text kaya worried me what happen o is there sumting wrong... akala ko galit sha dahil nagawa ko,bigla ako kinabahan, naisip ko lagot baka ano na toh!! Pro after madial ko ng four time yung number nya at mga ilang ring ng telepono nila eh my nareceive me na text... Surprisingly its a text from my ollie na she just woke up... Its a relief.... hehehe.... Kaya kahit nasa baba na ako ng condo nya ayoko sabihin na nandon na ako.... I dont want her to cram herself up... Yun po yun... Mej masungit sha pro now I know why... Love her so much!!!!

Isnt she elegant with that red .. Bihira lang daw sha magsuot ng ganto eh... sayang di ba.... hehehe... I wished na mas madalas pa sha magred.....

One cute smile from an innocent face can simply drive you crazy. Smile that can drives you and motivate you to work hard and to hang on to your limited life..
Simple yet meaningful and inspiring..... I love you so much Ollie ko....

the main man himself tony hawk and willy... their close buddy's....

the complete line...from shirt to tape.......... cool!!!


the reggae man himself...........


heres Dj Run....... on the griptape

he groove it all, from big to run to bob... hehe...

his latest deck set... how i wish i have sponsors like him


camo griptape hand painted by himself...

this is how it looks after all the pain...

skin art the messy one....

i wish i cud have one of this... pls send me one... hehe....

shoe on the owner's feet...

should i say proud brown man... hehe.....

he even based the logo with our Ohil. seal... di ba? Cool!!!