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I made this one up.. hope you guys would like it.. Matching outfits are sooo hard. too many choices.. :) I’ll make more tomorrow.. :)
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An architect should also be an expert of love
crizzycris:
You need to find a site (girl)
Case study (learn from others)
Site analysis (positive and negative traits of the person)
Concept (start from sketch)
Circulatory diagram (proper circulation of the relationship)
Floor plans (things you are hoping for in the future)
Finally the perspective and render (where everything you planned should at least end up with a colorful ending :D)
_thomas tinsay_
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-angelica:
HAHAHAHA OH GOD I HOPE YOU DON’T BREED =)))))
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Dear guys..
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I might not be attractive, but I have a heart. Not that it matters in this society anymore.
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DAY3: YOUR PARENTS
My parents met when they were still in high school, they were classmates from first year high school ‘til they finished college. My mom got pregnant when she was 18. And that pregnancy brought my older brother, Kane and almost two years after, I came into this world. You see, my parents never got married, I don’t know why they never did, or what’s stopping them. They just didn’t. I remember back in elementary, I studied in a catholic school, every year in religion class, our teacher would always ask us to bring a picture of our parents on their wedding day. And every year, I’d end up saying that I don’t have a photo for them to see. I was really embarrassed.
Anyway, my dad left to work in the U.S in 2002 and he never came back. For the first few years of his stay in the states, our means of communication are phone calls and emails. I’d send him emails every now and then to update him of what’s new and what’s happening in our home and in our studies. But 2 years ago at February, he stopped communicating with us. I don’t know why he did, but he’s been ignoring my emails and my phone calls. I never got the chance to talk to him again. The sad part is in that same year in April, was my debut. He was supposed to be my first dance because he’s the first man in my life. I’m very confident that I was his favourite among the four of us, so I very confident that he wouldn’t disappoint me; I waited for his call, for a birthday greeting, but received none. I guess no one is an exemption in disappointing you, even those people who you trusted the most.
My mom, however, after my dad left, worked from morning ‘til almost midnight just to provide everything that four of us needs. She wasn’t the typical get-high-grades-give-you-a-kiss type of mom, she doesn’t really show how much she’s proud of you but deep inside she really is. She’s just not the showy type. Although sometimes she can be the type of mom that kids around with you and laugh around your silly jokes, we seriously don’t get along very well. She’s very bossy and very loud, but whose mom isn’t, right? I guess we’re very different from each other that sometimes we end up getting on each other’s nerves.
What I remember most about my mom was on my debut night, while she’s having her speech for me, she cried while saying “Ang gusto lang ng anak ko para sa birthday nya eh tawagan sya ng tatay nya, yun lang di ko pa mabigay sa kanya (My daughter only wants a phone call from her dad for her birthday but I can’t even give it to her).” Everyone in my party cried that night. Even though at times my mom and I don’t get along, I still love her very much and I know that she wants the best for me.
My parents aren’t the perfect parents but they sure are the best in raising all four of us.
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showcasing my shots on portraits and sports photography.. :)
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ediblelove:
:’(((
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DAY2: YOUR CRUSH
I have a huge crush on this guy for a long time already. Though, I haven’t seen him since my debut, I still like him. I started liking him when I was in Grade 5 and he was in first year high school then. He’s my brother’s friend and sometimes they would stay in our house to play computer games. It was one of the best time ever. First time I saw him is at our village’s Christmas party. His family knows me and every time they’d pass by our house and I’m there, they’d stop their car and chat with me. It was all perfect actually, his family likes me, his friends like me, but one thing is missing, HIM.
Every year our village hosts a liga or basketball league for teenagers. And every year I always watch him play ball. Though at times he was really a bench warmer but when he steps the court, girls would start yelling. Cute, smart, tall, chinito, and good family background what more could you ask for a guy?
Anyway, my most memorable day with him was my 18th birthday because he was my last dance, my last rose. He wasn’t really supposed to be a part of the 18 roses because I don’t have an assurance that he’s going to come. But then, on that night, he came with his friends. Someone from my 18 rose wasn’t able to come, don’t know what I should call it but what happened was the best thing that happened (no offense to the suppose-to-be-18th-rose guy). So who’s next in line? Him.
His name by the way is LOUIS RAY ANYAYAHAN.
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yanee:
freshfrenchtoast:
vinasawvina:
teammibward:
WHAT?!
HAHAHAHAH. :))
OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHA! ASAR.
LOLOLOLOLOL… watdafuck.
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Space Saving Bedrooms
guppifeesh:
zombiefosho:
1-meter-away-from-me:
erickadanisesan:
markpinoi:
iNeed a Room like one of these! Preferably the Second to last one :P
4th (:
I’d love to have any of them.
6 forever omg
wantttt
2nd and 4th.. :)
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