Raffy The Simple Man

2006-02-27T01:01:00.000-08:00

Ang sayasaya... Grabe....

Sometimes lang to mangyari sa loob ng isang taon.... lahat nang nasa picture puro mamistahay... hehehehehehehehehe

2006-02-27T00:38:00.000-08:00

Wow grabe mokaon si nonito... saksak man jud tanan sa baba... hehehehehehehehe...
Labi na jud si ongbits....May pako kalma lang mokaon... hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe..

Kainan Session

2006-02-27T00:25:00.000-08:00

This is called the "kainan session"....

whoooooo..... ang sarap kumain kapag malamig ang panahon... parang nasa baguio... whoooo.... Camp Philips to..... Grabe ang sarap sa pakiramdam.... they are my friends. starting from left namely Baki, Vintot, Norvin, Ongbits, ME, Ramboy, JV, Master, and Marlon..

Don Tipot

2006-02-16T02:01:00.000-08:00

When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you yield to him,Though the sword hidden among his pinionsMay wound you.And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams As the north wind lays waste the garden.For even as love crowns you So shall he crucify you.Even as he is for your growth So is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses Your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and Shake them in their clinging to the earth.

My Beloved Cats

2006-02-07T00:54:00.000-08:00

It's easy to understand why the cat has eclipsed the dog as modern America's favorite pet. People like pets to possess the same qualities they do. Cats are irresponsible and recognize no authority, yet are completely dependent on others for their material needs. Cats cannot be made to do anything useful. Cats are mean for the fun of it.
Women, poets, and especially artists, like cats; delicate natures only can realize their sensitive nervous systems.
When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.
No matter how much the cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.Those who will play with cats must expect to be scratchedTime spent with cats is never wasted.

Smiley Pig........

2006-01-24T21:38:00.000-08:00

You came into my life unexpectedly,and everything took a turn for the better.Your warm eyes, your laugh,the sincere way you speak,and the kindness you showed me,all became a part of my life.As you unfolded yourself to me,I discovered more and more beauty.I have never seen so muchgentleness in one person.Without even knowing it,you were slowly making a placefor yourself in my heart.It used to seem so hard at timesto feel so close in a relationship.But it’s so easy to feel close to you.I can’t tell you how nice that feels.I realize now that I had never knownwhat it meant to be loveduntil I was loved by you.

Hello To All

2006-01-20T23:12:00.000-08:00

Hello to the one whos reading my simple blog....Im am the man with great powers,comes to the great responsibility...........My goal is to become an engineer someday....hope all of you guys who reads this will pray for me to achieve my goals.....And as of now, im in third year college....and im sure this coming june, im in fourth year college.....I wish, none of my classmates will not be kick out in our school,specially in school of engineering and architecture.

Great Fucker Tambok

2006-01-19T02:02:00.000-08:00

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.