new pictures from some recent customers...
Another piece of his poetic genius...
You Are My Sun
you gladdened my heart like a sunrise
you adorned my life with the spectrum of sunset
our love is like the sun that rises in the east
and sets in the west faithfully each day
ill abide by the power of our love
no wedding rings nor pieces of paper
no tinge of guilt nor remorse
for i know and feel in all honesty
let me speak a bare truth
i will love you
nahurot na akong kakapoy, puol na.
hasta akong pailob, gitaya na.
nagtuo kag maayo pa ni?, nasayop jud ka.
padayon lang ug kakampanti kay ako magpakahilom na.
di ko manaad nga manimalos, apan angay pag matngon.
danlog ang kalibutan ug usahay wa tay tabang nga makapyotan,
kundi atong kaugalingong pagpanabot lamang ug paningkamot.
wa na koy salig, bisan ug magpasalig pa ka.
way laing makapaayo sa akong panghupao kay nag-inusara
Before there were iPods, iPads, Dx, and what-have-you technologies children these days were so carefully enamored swiping their lazy fingers around, there was kite flying.
Summer times in my youth were always spent outdoors. Back then, the climate had not gone haywire. You could clearly spell the difference between a drizzle and a downpour. Now, you'd go insane trying to estimate the capricious climate. At about 3pm onward, our little barrio turns into a festival of kites of different
Updated 11-05-2012 at 09:55 PM by shey0811
She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh. She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One". You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime. She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you
It never fails. Every classmate I had way back in college or high school never misses to make it part of their social interaction to ask me (come reunions and batch homecomings), "Are you married?" For the life of me, over the years, I have mastered and have come up with my rather suave-version-of-a-reply, "I'm not seeking. I'm just looking."
I'm not about to discuss here my often epic fails at finding and keeping lasting relationships and bumping or rubbing elbows
Updated 03-19-2012 at 09:54 PM by shey0811
you smelled of sweet, freshly laundered clothes; clean and innocent.
i saw you standing there near the glass panels waiting for me. your hair was the usual unkempt, pointing-to-ten-different-directions style that you usually had. that was the first time i saw you then. you had a ready smile. your puppy eyes too darn beautiful to resist. then we went inside.
imagine a family size pizza that's good for two. yeah, we ate it all. drawing silent and secret deep breaths to calm
Updated 03-24-2012 at 03:56 AM by gareb