| Date | 2006-11-26 |
| Message | the plaza cousin, is adamantly bhoring... ahmn tellen yah...if you cud buy those huge palm trees and make it look like the streets of MONACO twud attract more of your potential investors comming from a new breed of 40 year old potential boyfreinds of mine from all over the world...example: the hunk from calif. Fill this city garden with different kinds of bougainvilla so that it looks like an Arabian peninsula...never use small plants, always use huge flowering plants and upright palm trees and conifers...(oh my god, insan, baka mababakla ka netoh...ehehe) ![]() |
| Date | 2006-11-26 |
| Message | humbly...: (cousin):...... This is my view of the 'love place'. The market place can be more neat. a) Destroy the old building next to that sea Imelda made, then make sure that another building with pylons be build on its place! b) Put a new road sorrounding the new building down the streets of The Aviles connecting to the places in Cogon and it should be in red or with red tiles at the sides, making sure that the Americans see you've already embraced me. rolf.. 2) The city proper, which is now having the Gaizano as it's total dismay of attraction must be "destroyed", and let it be replaced by a round architectural building, also supported by plylons with handcrafted MALAKAS ET MAGANDA so they will remember both of us forever in this garden of Philippins' Pacific. note: I would also place a fountain at the middle of this circle. Of course, Gaizano and the rest of its "constituents" may have to have a temporary place at the corners...dunno where. 3) That bus station must also have a NEW BUILDING, also with pylons..., and the tricycles must be stationed at the same place para di sila maglkalat sa kalsada!!! or fine them! That place next to the circle of a building with the so called pylons must also disappear, and make a half moon shape of it enveloping the circle...get what I wanted?...OR DO i HAVE TO MANIFEST? ![]() |
| Date | 2006-11-26 |
| Message | HEH INSAN RENATO ARAGON. BE GLAD TO SEE YOURS... YOURS CHILDREN ARE BRIGHT AND VERY VERY WITTY. ONE OF EM GRADUATED CUM LAUDER AND THE OTHER SUMO CUMM. WHO WOULD BEAT THE PROSPECT AND CONCEPT. THE FEW AGAINST? YOU KNOW...INSAN...DERS 7 THOUSANDS FARMERS VOTING FOR MY GRANDDADDY AND 9000 BICYCLING...ALSO VOTERS... AND IF GRANDDADDY RUNS FOR PRESIDENT ITS JUST NOLI DE CASTRO U KNOW...TV AND RADIO? WOT...YOU WANT ME TO COME HOME FROM PAKISTAN? GOD INSAN ... THIS PAKISTANI IS THE HOTTEST MAN I EVER MET AND HE OWNS A METAL FACTORY IN LAHOR. BEAT THAT...CONNECTIONS WITH SAUDI IS ALSO ALL FORESEABLE KAY WE HAVE THE BLACK POWER NA. WOT...YOU STILL WANT ME TO CUM HOME? U GOTTA BE KIDDING THE MUMMY. ![]() |
| Date | 2006-11-25 |
| Message | SON 1 ___ RAMSES 2: Is a bull! Is very charismatic and very quick mind. He was trained to fight the real bull by Sety 1st - his 'dad' so that his son becomes the bull himself. The bull is mightier than the lion, and is capable of winning all wars, starting from the EAST, winning the North! His house is a fundament of a many room homogenouos home which is built by stabile pillars, no one is able to destroy. His sharp look in the 'eye' is the gift of the 'gods'. SON 2 _ _ _ SHAANAR! He is the ligeslative power. He is the son behind the seat of the King. Acts as the leader amonst his few select friends, and thinks of nothing, but tranquility and the demands on economy. He is the man behind the rice granules. BOTH overwhelms the mother in: Nofrenetari Mery Am Mut! - The goddes of Life. 'The Stellae' One who tries to stop the sun from living is a dead person creating a dead city or nations. The 'secret' in religion is the foundation of man itself, and not to the prayers on the darkest clouds, wishing the sun should always be seen setting on the West, and never shine again. _________________________________________________ The 'Law of Ma'at' is the only law of man, where every scrolls earned its reputaion, and where every nation had its foundations. _________________________________________________ ORMOC is the only 'core of Earth', and if one tries to destroy the core, ends the world itself! |
| Date | 2006-11-25 |
| Message | hundred en fifteen letters on a lonely ormoc bay...hello, to mah cousins: one is a handsome man with huge belly a la santa claus, and likes tah eat lotsa lechon 'yummmmmy', and smokes a great unrestricted marlboro light, his coffie must be strong or he'd kill the maid. haha another one is evenly great and very handsome too. i watched his gfs cry like bunch o virgins...beware o dis wan ...he's mah favourite coz he's kinda nice...love himthen, mah other cousin gave me sesame seeds fer breakfast, and did mah dishes when i woz a kid. yah dunno how much i loved him..ouch! got plenty o cousins, but the ones i love da most are those who's parents were so dear ... then, i have mo cousins: the codillas -uhurmns every single wan o em are..very very handsome...why oh why????..fathom?...lolz i soooooooooooooooooo miss em ol! little gurl in da basket ![]() |
| Date | 2006-11-24 |
| Message | Ancient Tragedies Sorrow... Its brought to me by tears Of the past mischiefs Of the gods that were created I might be the lamest kind of all But all I needed was life That I see my children grow And that I hear ur first cry. A new born child Another generation A father to console I am but a poor soul A woman of your dreams A candid little thing Flawed by your shadows Daunted by your smiles. I wish I could break a window A window thru your realms And bring fruits of sadness Of the past within. QUEEN |
| Date | 2006-11-24 |
| Message | Sitting on a candereel stool, buying minds on my puter, as I booked this summer vacation on a mind so cool, dark and mysterious smiles over a Cuban coffie of Margarith O Tool, when Sharon was her best friend and her daddy was the game of the senate..., about to promp the withered leaves of abaca, damning the sorrows of past delights, when Grians on the granny yokes, a tree sprung so tall. twas a bhoy on the matters of roses, dangling on a silent orchard of God when heavens poured the rains making sure the clouds wend grey... amongst the fields of the lions, we climb on a mountain so high, there we saw the hidden agenda on the water springs of diamonds...and as we sobber the days of naught, minds were twisted - as she broke the spell within... color by color, musings by musings, they thried to fathom, bot can't... twas a dark day, but the sun was waiting to set free... -a beautiful soul- There's a bunch of flower on the desk from Mr. Fleurop. ![]() |