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Friday, December 28, 2007

Media Party













People that are close to my heart!
That's what media ministry means to me.
This sounds so gay but its true to me, I've been in this ministry for almost 8 years.
These faces here are still kid at that time, like me.
(Ohhh maybe your thinking that im old im not it just so happen that i enter the group at early age hehe)
During those times we are also grateful we did our best and we are able to reach out people using the
media.
And at that time, every christmas party we are involved, coz we need to cover everything and of course
(busog permi sad me). But the only difference is that we don't have a party with our own since we are
only 3 in the ministry the father the son and the spirit. (hehehe.)

As years gone by around 2003, i think if im not mistaken the media personnel mutated and duplicated
(hehehe). We have an additional member of the group.

Life in the ministry continues and during those times, i feel asleep, i just let the ministry grow not considering
myself to be part of it.
And to tell you being away from the group is not worth to be proud of, i know i did great on other aspects but
its different when you belong to a group who's heart is willing to sacrifice for the others.

So i made a very very nice decision in life it may not be nice to others (hehehe) but i know in god's eye
it is. And i found a new batch of media people who are full of talents, ideas, beauty (napun-an kay nibalik man ko hehe)
passion, love, faith and courage.
The leaders change the group also change we encounter problems during those transitions but GOD is really good
we were able to surpass it.
And now we are looking forward for the best media people to serve and willing to sacrifice to reach out people thru this ministry.

GOD BLESS ALL! Happy new year.....

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

photo editing



playing around with photoshop. :)

from my previous pulaw post nagbunga jud intawon hehehe.
the team that uses my props won the contest, it may not be bcoz of the props but they told me it helps a lot praise god :)

Thursday, December 6, 2007

pulaw



hahay bisan duka na cge pintal lang ghapon.
trabaho sa gabii trabaho sa buntag sakto pani. hehee

pero para nako sakto ra ghapon ni kay sa wala kay gtrabaho mas maau nang maanad imong lawas sa trabaho kay sa tapol.
hinoon dli lang sad nato pabayaan atong kaugalingon na hangtud nalang magkasakit na noon ta, importante ghapon atong lawas kay unsaon man nato kon wala tay lawas, (can you imagine that) wala kay lawas saonz nalang.

I'm doing this project para sa backdrop sa primary structure na party at least naka palipay sad ko ug tawo karong buwana ug labaw sa tanan na lipay sad ko ani trabaho-a.

Monday, November 12, 2007

eat me not


My new entry on psc contest :)

Thursday, November 1, 2007

vacation



At last I’m home I was able to spend quality time with my family which for me is great.
I was able to bring smile to my mama and papa as there last sibling had gone home.
(ni uli na intawon)

For me home means a lot, a time to relax gain more sleep and watch more movies chatting with my parents and sharing all stuff from work to the happenings on our place some sort of updates since I spend most of my time away from home.

But spending for a couple of days home made me feel sluggish since I don’t have access to my daily routine since I don’t have computer at home I sleep and wake up on my computer so there’s a little adjustment. It seems to me I miss a lot I can’t study I can’t work my sidelines(hehehehe) I can’t even play games 

But the good side on this I have enough time writing stuff that I’m not used to do.
I’m not a good writer but I do know in my own little way to do it (buot2x style)

One morning on my home vacation I drove my bike taking few kilometers away from home hoping it can burn an ounce of fats on my tummy (pagamay tiyan hehehe) heading to the seashore on our town.

As I drive by I passed a couple of fisherman carrying fishing nets who’s also heading to my direction. I overheard them talking about how great last night and how happy they are and it seem they are contented on what they have and a life they live in. Maybe one of them had a big catch last night. (nagkilawin sila cguro)

As I slowly move my legs and strike the pedal of my bike I’m thinking why this people think so little and contented on their situation. But at the back of my mind thinking that what if this fisherman don’t exist can I still eat fish? (hehehehe)
It really sounds funny to me since it lead me to think of my younger days were literally I do fishing for food .
But I can blame nobody to the situation people live in cause we have different ideas and mindset. I remember one author said that “success is a state of mind” and not even two wise man can define success in the same way. So they have there on definition of success and so do I . So if they are happy and feel successful for what they have I think the best way for me to do is to rejoice and be happy with them.

Then I realized that it’s a fact of life.
GOD has assign us on different areas whither you’re a doctor, fisherman, farmer, engineer, programmer, accountant etc. each and everyone has a purpose and I think theirs no such thing that you should be proud of that made you think that you are better than the other because everyone of us has a reason and of course its only our decision on how to do it in a better way.

And I think the rule of the thumb is in everything you do, do it the best way you can in that way you will become a mountain nor shrink to a grain of sand and you will be successful.

envelop



It's an election time again a time to choose a person
to handle the governance of our barangay.
Since it’s a barangay election it sounds to me a peaceful one
since most of the candidate are already familiar to us.

But the night before the election as I watched a movie around 11pm there were 3 guys knocking on our gate since we don’t have doorbell. And only me and my
father awaked I opened the window and watched as my father approached them.

One of the guy approached my father don't have an upper shirt
and carrying a gun and it really alarmed me.

So I turn down the volume of the TV to be able to hear there conversation.
Then of course as what we can expect vote buying happened,
then my father refused the offer but they insist and they even said
"just to keep away from trouble we better take it" and that moment
I really don’t know what to do, maybe because they were
armed.
Then after my father took the envelop they were gone.
As I was so alarmed by the situation I immediately
took the envelop and look directly inside on it,
to my surprised it contained 3 names of a candidate
and an amount of 30 pesos, I was stunned a moment
and I don’t know my reaction, I want to laugh and call
those guys again and gave them 1,000 each and tell them
to stay home with there family.

My father took the risk for 30 pesos What the !!!
At the end of the election we did not vote any of the
names on the envelop.

Monday, October 22, 2007

land before time


i really luv this movie i still watch it every time i'm on vacation with my family.
and one of the source on psc contest is a scenery of a mountain and a sea.
so i did my own rendition of the subject using the concept of the movie land before time i did the background, and do some brush strokes on the character to look the way i like hehehe (buot2x ba)

Sunday, October 21, 2007

invader


my new work

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

kodak moment




as the famous brand had this quote "kodak moment", basically this is a moment which says a thousand words.
If i can go anywhere and capture every moments that is worth a meaning of existence i will.

I have here a photo of a cat and due to my passion to capture a moment which we seldom see i made my own kodak moment.
from a simple cat photo to a kodak moment. hehehehehe

image2 is also my entry on photoshop contest.

Monday, October 15, 2007

connection



I'm so happy today as i become more involve in the psc group the urge of paying for advantage user become stronger. And of course it takes money from my pocket to do so that's why im still hesitant on that.
But the good lord is really good i found a connection in psc which is already an advantage user he gave me some advices and indeed he allow me to see a month ahead entry in which only the advantage user has this capability..(yehhheyy) i can do my entry in a longer period of time so meaning i can do it better and hopefully its not just better but best. (in my own perception hehehe)

my new entry for the ps contest:

artworks (tunnel of flesh)


just before the last entry declare the winner i already did my next entry for the psc contest.
Right now the resources was a tunnel you can check here the different concept on the resources given.
I just feel to turn the hard cemented wall to a wet and smooth flesh of a human.

artworks (orc)


time to update my blog :)
last saturday night before i started my best announcement in the world (lolz)
i did able to take time to do my entry for psc contest.
and i really feel gud after doing this i really luv my integration on this particular entry but anyways this may not gather many votes to make this win but at least this artwork made me happy :)

Resources:
cgtalk 3Dmodel and psc source.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

artworks



here's my new entry on photoshop contest

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

obra maestra



model:juvy inclonar
photograph and edited by: apex

Monday, September 24, 2007

unang litrato





i did some editing on one of my friend (josiah) photos.
model: tara merced
photograph by: joseph librero

Sunday, September 23, 2007

photo editing


its quite awhile for not posting on my blog, obviously i have so many things to do and part of it is my entries on photoshop contest.

Above image is my rendition on the subject in photoshop contest.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

letters from war


She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summers day
Found a letter from her son
In a war far away

He spoke of the weather
And good friends that he'd made
Said I'd been thinking 'bout dad
And the life that he had
Thats why I'm here today
And that the end he said
You are what I'm fighting for
It was the first of the letters from war

She started writing
You're good and you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
make it home
make it safe

She wrote every night as she prayed

Late in December
A day she'll not forget
Oh her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read

It said "I was up on a hill
I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out
And bombs were exploding
And thats when I saw him
He came back for me
And though he was captured
A man set me free
And that man was your son
He asked me to write to you
I told him i would, oh I swore"
It was the last of the letters from war

And she prayed he was living
Kept on believing
And wrote every night just to say

You are good
And you're brave
what a father that you'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe
Still she kept writing each day

Then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground
And out stepped a captain
Where her boy used to stand

He said "mom I'm following orders
From all of your letters
And I've come home again",
He ran into hold her
And dropped all his bags on the floor
Holding all of her letters from war

Bring him home

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

In Between




Please allow me to introduce me.
Half of me slave, the other half free.
Righteous and sinful, both at the same time.
Iniquity and purity fill up the same mind.
And out of the same mouth, the holy and profane.
I curse all my brothers, then I bless Christ's name.
I hang in the balance, but still I'm secure.
I'm leaning towards evil, but striving to be pure.

I stand between the saint and sinner, chasing after holiness, close
enough to grasp, but still it's just beyond my reach.

Who I am is in between, what I wanna be and what I am.
Pulling from both sides, humility and pride.
One seeks to give, the other to be gratified.
In any case, however, I know I'm in need.
Two appetites in me, which one do I feed?
Running fast as I can after elusive perfection.
No I'm not there yet, but sure I'm in the right direction.
Cuz I see me at the end and I look glorified.
Justified safe inside, so I seek to be sanctified

And i think some of us are caught in between and its not great and its not nice to be there. You cannot have full on anything you want you always have less or even nothing, so we must be black and white on our decision. If u want to be good then so be it or choose the other side of the road. But always remember every act has its own consequence just be prepared coz you are the only person knows what you did in secret. :) GBU

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Walay lingaw nag lingaw2x intawon

Ma o ni resulta sa walay lingaw nga tawo magpagawas sa gbati na dugay na kaau gusto ipagawas hehehe.
Pero saon man dli man permi maka higayon panagsa raman, kani kay higaun naman so wala palapasa tira jud daun hehehee.

- word of d' day: take advantage of the opportunity.
- sa bisaya pa basta gwapa tira :)

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

my artworks


My girlfriend always asked me to draw her but i cant really find time on picking up pencil and start sketching her, and it takes an amount of time to do so.
hehehe. So what i did after doing my stuff at work i started tracing her picture instead on the traditional pencil and paper i do it in my own way which is much more comfortable to me hehehehe. (dali raman gud sa computer naa pa jud undo :) ).

So here it is, at least i make her face smile.

god bless us all...................

Monday, August 13, 2007

Between you and Me



Sorrow is a lonely feeling unsettled is a painful place.
I've lived with both for far too long now since we've parted ways.
I've been wrestling with my conscience and I found myself to blame..
If there's to be any resolution I've got to peel my pride away.

If confession is the road to healing forgiveness is the promised land
I'm reaching out in my conviction I'm longing to make amends.
So, I'm sorry for the words I've spoken for I've betrayed a friend.
We have a love that's worth preserving and a bond I will defend.

Just between you and me I've got somethin' to say wanna get it straight before the sun goes down.
Just between you and me confession needs to be made and recompense is my way to freedom now.

In my pursuit of God I thirst for holiness as I approach the son I must consider this.
Offenses unresolved they'll keep me from the throne before I go to him my wrong must be atoned.
Just between you and me I've got something to say.


dctalk

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Og Mandino


I know you love this man if you know him his such a talented and a gifted writer, i know him way back when i was just a high school student. but i only read one of his writings and i really like it, at first i thought that this man was a filipino but i was wrong. just a couple of months, my friend introduced it to me again and his so excited telling me about Og so we decided to read his famous book and indeed it really help us. Im not promoting anything here but i just feel the urge to put his life story on my blog.

This story is taken from his own site. (www.ogmandino.com)

Hello. . . This is Og Mandino.

Some memories of my long-ago childhood are still very vivid, especially when I think of that special little red-headed Irish lady who was my loving mother. She had a special dream for her son. "Someday," she would tell me, again and again, "someday you will be a writer. . . not just a writer but a great writer! "

Well. . . I bought her dream. Most kids resent having their parents plan their future but I liked the idea. A famous writer. Yes! Mother had me reading grown-up books from the library long before I entered the first grade and I was always writing short stories for her approval.

In my senior year of high school I was editor of the school paper and our plans were that in the fall I would attend the University of Missouri because we believed that they had the best journalism school in the country.

And, then. . . six weeks after I graduated from high school, my mother dropped dead in our kitchen while she was making lunch for me.

I had a terrible time trying to deal with her passing. Instead of going on to college in the fall of 1940, I went to work in a paper factory and, in 1942, I joined the Army Air Corps. In 1943 I received my officer's commission and my silver wings as a bombardier. I was an "officer and a gentleman" two weeks before I could legally vote. I flew thirty bombing missions over Germany in a B-24 Liberator. Jimmy Stewart also flew in the same heavy bombardment group. . . the 445th. Nice man.

I returned to the United States, after the war had ended, and discovered quickly that there wasn't much of an employment market for bombardiers with only a high school education. After many months of unemployment checks and painful searching, I finally secured a job selling life insurance and married the lady I had been dating before I went to war.

The following ten years were a living hell. . . for me, for her, and even for the lovely daughter we had been blessed with. It seemed that no matter how many hours of the day and night I worked, struggling to sell insurance, we drifted deeper and deeper into debt and I began to do what so many frustrated individuals still do today, to hide from their problems.

On the way home, after a long day of sales calls and canvassing for business, I would stop at a barroom for a drink. After all, I deserved it, didn't I, following such a tough day? Well, soon one drink became two, two became four, four became six and finally my wife and daughter, when they could no longer endure my behavior, left me.

The following two years are no more than a hazy memory. I traveled the country in my old Ford, doing any kind of odd jobs in order to earn enough for another bottle of cheap wine and I spent countless drunken nights in gutters, a sorry wretch of a human being, in a living hell.

Then, one cold wintry morning in Cleveland, one I shall never forget, I almost took my life. I had passed the window of a dingy pawn shop and paused when I saw, inside on a shelf, a small handgun. Attached to its barrel was a yellow tag. . . $29. I reached into my pocket and removed three ten dollar bills. . . all I had in the world and I thought. . . "There's the answer to all my problems. I'll buy that gun, get a couple of bullets and take. them back to that dingy room where I'm staying. Then I'll put the bullets in the gun, put the gun to my head. . . and pull the trigger. . . and I'll never have to face that miserable failure in the mirror again."

I don't know what happened next. I joke about it now and say that I was such a spineless individual at that time that I couldn't even muster enough courage to do away with myself. In any event, I didn't buy that gun. As the snow was falling I turned away from the pawn shop and commenced walking until I eventually found myself inside a public library. It was so warm after the outside chills of November.

I began wandering among the thousands of books until I found myself standing in front of the shelves containing scores of volumes on self-help, success, and motivation. I selected several of them, went to a nearby table and commenced reading, searching for some answers. Where had I gone wrong? Could I make it with just a high school education? Was there any hope for me? What about my drinking problem? Was it too late for me? Was I doomed now to a life of frustration, failure, and tears?

That library visit was the first of many library visits I began making as I wandered across the country, searching for Og Mandino. I must have read hundreds of books dealing with success and gradually my drinking subsided. Then, in a library in Concord, New Hampshire, I discovered W. Clement Stone's great classic, Success Through a Positive Mental Attitude. . . and my life has never been the same since then.

I was so impressed with Stone's philosophy of success, that one must be prepared to pay a price in order to achieve any worthwhile goals, that I wanted to work for the man. His book jacket indicated that he was president of Combined Insurance Company of America and I searched until I found a subsidiary of that company in Boston and applied for a salesman's job. At about that same time, I met a lovely lady who had a lot more faith in me than I had in myself and when Mr. Stone's insurance company hired this thirty-two year old loser, I married the lady. Bette and I have now been together for forty years.

Within a year I was promoted to sales manager in the wide-open, and cold, territory of Northern Maine. I hired several young potato farmers, taught them how to sell, applying Stone's philosophy of a positive mental attitude, and we were soon breaking company records.

Then I took a week off from work and rented a typewriter. You see, the dream of writing had never really faded from my heart. I wrote a sales manual on how one sells insurance in the rural areas, typed it as neatly as I could and sent it to Combined Insurance's home office in Chicago. . . just praying that someone there would recognize the great talent they had buried in Northern Maine.

Well, someone did! The next thing I knew, Bette and I and our new young son, Dana, were moving to Chicago, with all our possessions tied to the roof of our car and I was assigned to the sales promotion department, writing company bulletins. At last … I was finally writing!

Mr. Stone also published a small book titled Success Unlimited which was circulated to all his employees and shareholders. I had been working at the home office for several months and had become a friend of Mr. Stone's when the editor of his magazine retired. I boldly applied for the position, although I knew nothing about magazine editing, and he not only gave me the job but also entrusted me with a mission.

I was to convert his publication from a house organ to a national magazine and I had a blank check from him to take all the steps that were necessary to accomplish our goal. In the following ten years our magazine staff grew from two to sixty-two and we attained a paid circulation of close to a quarter of a million!

Several months after I became the magazine's editor I realized that I needed one more article to fill the next issue that was going to press in just a few days. . . and there was nothing suitable in our files. Well, I'm a golf nut and so I went home and worked all night, writing a piece about Ben Hogan and his terrible automobile accident when they told him he would never walk again. The great man not only walked again, he won the National Open again!

I ran the article in Success Unlimited and then fate took over. A letter arrived on my desk from a New York publisher. . . the kind of letter all writers dream about receiving. He had enjoyed the Hogan article and believed I had much talent and if I ever decided to write a book his company would be interested in considering it for publication.

Eighteen months later we published a tiny book entitled The Greatest Salesman in the World. Of course, since no one had ever heard of Og Mandino, the first printing was rather small, 5,000 as I remember. But here's where fate stepped in again. Rich DeVos, co-founder of Amway Corp., was addressing an Amway Convention and he told his people that there was a new book just published that he believed would help all, of them, The Greatest Salesman In the World, written by a man with a funny name, he said, Og Mandino.

Rich DeVos's testimonial triggered an unbelievable number of book sales and many reprintings. When total sales reached 350,000 copies within a couple of years, Bantam Books purchased the paperback rights. . . for more money than I believed there was in the entire world. The book's sales have never abated. Even now, thirty years after initial publication, it still continues to sell more than 100,000 copies each month in paperback!

For many years now, I have received approximately 80 to 120 letters each week from grateful readers thanking me for The Greatest Salesman in the World and relating examples of how the book saved or changed the writer's life. Most amazing to me is how many of these letters are lovingly sent by individuals we would categorize as celebrities in the world of business, entertainment, and sports. I respond to all of them, of course, but I respect their privacy too much to divulge their names, ever.

What a lucky man I am!

My beloved mother has been gone, now, for more than half a century. If there is a heaven, I wonder if she is looking down on her kid and feeling proud of what he has accomplished. I hope so . . . And now. . . let me introduce you to The Greatest Salesman in the World.

Monday, August 6, 2007

curious lab


just got bored i shifted my gears to a hobby mood and create some 3d stuff, but modeling from scratch can really eat up your time so what i did ill open my curious lab poser and play around on different poses for my simple animation.

Barong


Another day has ended....
pipila nalang ka adlaw ma abot na ang pinaka nindot na higayon sa akong usa ka amigo karon wednesday kaslon na sya ad2 sa busay.
Ug usa ako sa mga napili nila na naay katungdanan sa ilang kasal ug kinahanglan ko mag barong.

Kani lagi na wala ta maanad aning matanga sa sinul uban naglisud intawon ko ug pili unsay nindot :) ani.
may nalang gani naay nitabang nako pag pili sa maanindot na barong at least karon nindot na tan awon mura nako tawo.

Ngano kaha na sa okasyon raman ta kasagaran mo gamit ani or kasagaran sad mo gamit ani tigulang na hehehe.

Ma o ni daw ang Origin ani:

This Filipino tradition dates back to the Spanish Colonial era. The most common theory about its origins is that the Spaniards made Filipinos wear barongs untucked to distinguish them from the ruling class. Also, barongs were usually made of thin fabric--almost transparent or transluscent--and with no pockets, so that the Spaniards could see that the wearer was not bearing any weapon under the garment.

A barong Tagalog (or simply barong) is an embroidered formal garment of the Philippines. It is very lightweight and worn untucked, similar to a coat/dress shirt.
It is a common wedding and formal attire for Filipino men. The term "Barong Tagalog" literally means "Tagalog dress" (i.e., baro ng Tagalog or dress of the Tagalog) in the Filipino language.

Ma o ni na info ako nakita about sa barong hehehe.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

our success starts on sunday


what a day for me today since its sunday a time to refresh, recharge andrelax.

.i just heard this story again, a guy who loved to venture on soda business he start his company and named it 3up but it fails then he never give up he try it again he named 4up and it fails again but he knew a little on his mistakes he try another one but his little knowledge was not enough and he fails again to make the story short this guy wont easily give up until on 7th time his hardships and effort on his business pays off he now succeed that's why we have 7up now.
:)
this story is so simple it only shows a never give up attitude, does it sound easy? of course it is.. but its not easy when you put your hand into it, its easier to say i give up.
one author said this and i really loved it he said, "Failure i may still encounter at the thousand step, yet success hides behind the next bend of the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless i turn to the next corner."

Always will i take another step. If that is of no avail i will take another and yet another step. In truth one step at a time is not too difficult.
I will persist until I succeed..

so mga bords mga kababayan ug mga kaigsoonan hope this little messages can help to remind us a never give up attitude go pinoy powers.... :)

never never never and never give up!!!!................

god bless mga bords!

Friday, August 3, 2007

Tehillah Mag Cover



waaaaaaa another sleepless night layout 2 d max....
Anyways heres our new release on our tehillah magazine our team are very excited to see the printed copy on this mag.

After ived done this i can share a pdf file on this one but by request.
I will only share these to those who are interested mga bords kay sayang akong hago kon dli basahon hehehehe.
..................god bless mga bords..................

Thursday, August 2, 2007

kalipay


waaaaaaa this movie touched me huhuhu....
I know na dli nana sya bag o dugay nani na pelikula pero gabii pako kakita ani na movie bisan tuod gsulti an nako sa akong girlfriend about ani lahi jud kon ikaw mismo makakita kay ang emotions imo man makita.

sulod sa lawak sa akong kauban na apartment ko nagtanaw daghan kaau me did2 kay na abot man lagi ang isa na ka amigo na gkan pa sa estados unidos so gubot jud gamay sa lawak so wala kaau ko ka konsintreyt (concentrate) sa pelikula pero bisan man sa ka saba ug sa ka lingaw naa ghapon koi nasabtan o basin lang kaha kay tungod gsulti an nako ani hehehhe.

pero sa wala pa na human ang pelikula ni ingon na ang isa ka among higala na makigkaon sa gawas so nanlakaw sila ug ako nagpabilin kay gusto lagi naku humanon ang pelikula.

Ug ako jud namatikdan o akong nahinuktukan ang kalainan sa atong mga batasan natong mga pinoy.
Kay sa akong nakita sa iyang kalisud mas kusog syang mo trabaho mas abtik sya halos dli sya katulog magabii permi nagdali ug dli sya komportable sa iyang kinabuhi ug kani na batasan na akong namatikdan dako kaau ug impak (impact) sa ako a kay ngano?

Kasagaran nato (not all) komportable man gud ta sa atong kalisud, ma o wala ta ni asenso, kinsa to lisud sa ato mao man noon ang pinaka tapulan tsk tsk, kasagaran na batasan nato kay kon walay kwarta ok ra basta makakaon langta bahala wala ta bank account gani, wala ta plano sa mubo na pagkastorya.

isa ka author ni ingon "if you fail to plan you plan to fail"

Pero balik sa pelikula tuod man tanan na storya mahuman ug kalipay so ang bida na datu sya na millionaryo na sya tungod sa iyang batasan (attitude) ug iyang motto sa kinabuhi na never give up (ako ra bitaw nagbuot2x aning motto wui hehehehe)

Lesson sa storya: dapat kon magsapatos ka imo hugton ug higot ang liston para kon mabanggaan ka dli malagpot imo sapatos. (hehehehehe)

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

lihok negosyo2 (SAGING)


mga higala ang among lihok negosyo nagkinahanglan ug mo suppy ug saging kon kamo or naa kamoy ma paila2x sa akoa na mo supply ug saging palihug langko ug contact aning mga numeroha.
Mobile: 63+9162709651
ug pangita a si Joseph

sa english pa:

We need a supplier of cavendish banana, if you know someone or you can supply us just ring this the number below and look for Joseph
Mobile: 63+9162709651

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mata OK kapa?


lami pa kaau ikatulog kon ang ako lang mata pagbut-on pero dli na dapat tungod sa mga katungdanan na dapat nakong tapuson.
gabi-i samtang nag trabaho kalit lang ug pop up sa akung hayag na monitor na ni dan-ag sa kangit2x ang mensahi sa akong boss, na dapat mo sayo ko ug duty kay dunay problema sa among proyekto na ghimo ug tuod man sa inpormasyon nakong nadawat padaun ghapon ko ug duk2x sa akong keyboard kay ma o man lagi ang na andan dli matulog ug sayo kay dli man sad makatulog.

apan bisan sa kalami i-ligid sa higda-anan dapat lang jud nako buhaton ang angay na buhaton para lang maka himo sa mga buhaton na gi tugyan sa ako.

kay kon imo palabihun ang imong mga kaugalingon na tapul gamay rata ma abot ana mga bords.
bisan piyong pa ang ato mata ato nalang na ipangutana sa iya MATA OK KAPA?

go booords

one of my friend show me this and i really find it funny pero sa iya dli daw kay ilongo dli sya ka sabot but i told him na ma o na funny nako kay ilongo if its a bisaya maybe funny sad hehehe.
my point is spartans are strong fafa's then hearing on mahinhin side of ilongo for me thats funny hehehe..

tan awa nalang mga bords....

mata sa bata (my toy car)



buot natong balikon ang mga panahon apan bisan unsaon gukob rata sa paghunahuna sa mga ni aging adlaw sa atong kinabuhi.
pero isip usa ka hamtong na ulitawo hehehe wala ghapon nawala sa ako ang isa ka mata sa bata.....

ive'd done this in 3d studio max6


with the pic of my girlfriend

lihok negosyo


isip isa ka lumolupyo ning nasura dako nakong dungog na mo pagarbo sa atong mga nasudnong produkto.

ug dli na nako dugay2xyon pa ani a na ang among lihok negosyo.
palihug ko click ani na link migo or miga...

sample sa among produkto

mugna sa ka gabhion

-- usa nasad ka adlaw ang nilabay nahuman nasad ko akong work ug naabot nasad ko sa balay.
and its time for me to do the things i love to do in my little room.
doin my sideline stuff :) , this is my life can't live without it.

waaaaaaaaaa im bored with my old projects but can't do anything but to finish it.
im not satisfied with the result of this one waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..

gusto ta ko i share ni sa inyo pero basin makit an ko sa owner ani paksit ko ingon raba ko sa iya d best ni wahihihihi......