tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283705354937178342011-04-21T13:54:03.235-07:00MY WORLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00430524157702228407noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328370535493717834.post-87313902120351018792008-02-13T20:12:00.001-08:002008-02-13T20:14:52.449-08:00maglagay din kayo ng coments(tagalog)<br /><br />please put coments(english)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328370535493717834-8731390212035101879?l=stuffforpracarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MY WORLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00430524157702228407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328370535493717834.post-28820534966842357862008-02-13T20:12:00.000-08:002008-02-13T20:13:32.675-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328370535493717834-2882053496684235786?l=stuffforpracarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MY WORLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00430524157702228407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328370535493717834.post-88025217530457957592008-02-12T19:58:00.000-08:002008-02-14T21:19:31.220-08:00<em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong>pro valentines</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>when i was a child i have always thought that valentines day was for lovers. but this i know now this is a day not only for lovers but a day of love.</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>here are some meanings of love for me. love is when one person is going to give anything for another.also when a person has an intence feeling for another.</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>here is a poem for all you love birds</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>are you in love</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>with some one you adore<br />is he/she a dove</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>who takes you in the shore<br /><br /></strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong></strong></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>are you a love bird who has fallen out of the sky</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>because you saw your mate fling so high</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>or are you still fling</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>waiting for his/her coming<br /><br /></strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong></strong></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>for all you boys ask them out</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>for if your to late you rally might have a doubt.</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>but for all you girls you most wait</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>for he might come very late.<br /><br /></strong></span></em><div style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>hope you feel my poem</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong></strong></span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328370535493717834-8802521753045795759?l=stuffforpracarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MY WORLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00430524157702228407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328370535493717834.post-41937106484016757792008-02-12T19:56:00.000-08:002008-02-12T19:58:39.311-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">this is a poem from me to all the persons out there whodoes not like computers but not computer games.<br />The first time we talked about you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I really did not want to be him to</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">for you are the nightmares in my dream<br />wouldn't I like to scream.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">But you have the smarts</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">your brain weighs a hundred carts</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">for you have brought slavery to me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">you should might as well flee</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">my brain is aching hard</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I would never give you Christmas card</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">stop blowing my head off</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">i am going to have a big cough</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328370535493717834-4193710648401675779?l=stuffforpracarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MY WORLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00430524157702228407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328370535493717834.post-79855519560455662122008-02-12T19:44:00.000-08:002008-02-12T19:55:51.908-08:00Hello my name is Christian. I have nothing to say but this I am not a self centered person because of my title. I am a fa t fourteen year old boy that lives in Zamboanga it is in Philipines. I like stuff like friends school and computer games. Things I hate are stuff especially people who are greedy. I'm guessing the person who is reading this is a person who is very bored or any other kinds of persons there is. Hello again and welcome to my blog.<br /><br />heres a peom to me<br /><br /><div align="center">why am i me?</div><div align="center">shouldnt i be someone else</div><div align="center">is it good being me</div><div align="center">or should it be ringing any bells.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">this i ask to you.</div><div align="center">why are you you to</div><div align="center">shouldnt you be me</div><div align="center">sorry if you are a she.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i like being me.</div><div align="center">i also like being myself.</div><div align="center">maybe i can concentrate on me</div><div align="center"> i am glad i am not the</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/328370535493717834-7985551956045566212?l=stuffforpracarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MY WORLDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00430524157702228407noreply@blogger.com0