The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challengedus to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up herentire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of kids.." "No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college educationand now I'm getting one!" she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends.
Every day for the next three months we would leave class together andtalk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability.The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets." She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.
Nasa university avenue na pala. Nakita ko ulit yung mga sunflower na nakatanim sa gitna. Yung iba, maganda pa rin. Pero, karamihan sa mga bulaklak ay nalalanta na. Tag-ulan na kasi. Naalala ko tuloy yung usapan namin noon...
"Wow... ang gaganda naman ng mga roses na ito. Sino naman ang pagbibigyan mo nito ha?" ngiting-tanong ko sa kanya.
"Para kay Maggie yan... Maganda ba? Sa tingin mo, magugustuhan kaya niya?"
"Oo naman. Kahit naman sinong babae, kapag bibigyan mo ng 1 dozen red roses, siguradong, matutuwa. Hindi ba nga sabi nila, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and the way to a woman's heart, is through flowers. Suwerte naman ni Maggie. Tanong ko lang, bakit nga ba roses ang pinili mo at hindi gerbera, o kaya, tulips, para mas lalong ma-impress?"
"Kasi, para sa akin, tulad siya ng isang rose..."
"Wow... ginagawa mo namang bulaklak ang mga babae niyan. Huwag mong sabihin na lahat ng mga past girlfriends mo eh naka-associate sa flowers?" Nakataas ang kilay kong tanong sa kanya.
"What if sabihin ko sa iyo na lahat sila ay naka-associate sa flowers," pabirong sagot niya.
"This is quite an interesting topic. Sige nga, anong klaseng mga flowers sina Alexie, Guia, Lenny?"
"Si Guia ay daisy kasi friendly siya, si Alexie ay tulips kasi napakaganda niya.... oh bakit ganyan ang tingin mo sa akin?"
"Wala naman, naisip ko lang na kapag lahat ng babae ay naka-associate sa flowers... I'm just wondering kung meron ding bulaklak na naka-associate sa akin?"
"Meron nga..."
"Ano naman yun? Dapat lang maganda ha. Dahil kung hindi, hindi kita kakausapin for the rest of our college days. Hmmm... maganda ang sunflower. Favorite flowers ko iyan, sunflower ba?"
"Maganda ang sunflower. Yellow and bright colors... gaya mo na palaging masaya. Pero hindi ka sunflower. Para sa akin, isa kang halaman ng santan," sabi niya habang nakatitig sa akin.
"Bulaklak ng santan? Ano ba namang klaseng association iyan? Ok I get it, santan... ordinaryo, simple, palagi mong makikita kahit saan..."
Nakangiti ako sa kanya pero sa loob ko, sa puso ko, nasasaktan ako...
Mahal ko siya. Minamahal ko siya kahit hindi niya ako mahal. Siguro naghihintay lang akong mahalin niya rin ako sa pagdating ng panahon pero patuloy pa ba akong aasa sa binitawan niyang salita? Ano ba naman ang laban ng isang santan sa rose, sa daisy, o sa tulips?
Tinitigan ko siya. Buti na lang, nakatutok ang atensiyon niya sa pagdra-drive at sa daan, kung hindi nakita na niya sana ang lungkot na lumatay sa mukha ko.
Tama, wala na akong pag-asa. Kailangan ko na talagang gumising sa pananaginip. Hindi niya ako magugustuhan. At lalong-lalo ng hindi niya ako mamahalin.
Minsan ko pa siyang tinitigan. Nakangiti siya. Masaya siya dahil merong rose sa buhay niya. Hindi ko iyon makakaya. Ako na lang ang lalayo para sa kanila.
Sa wakas, nakarating din ako sa UP Chapel. Pagkatapos kong maiparada ang aking sasakyan, bumaba ako at tinungo ang entrance. Nakita ko kaagad ang isang matandang babae, at ng makilala niya ako, agad niya akong sinalubong at niyakap.
Pagkatapos ng ilang minuto, inakay niya ako sa loob at nabungaran ko ang pagkadami-daming bulaklak. Sa gitna noon, nandoon ang isang puting kabaong. Dahan-dahan akong lumapit at tinunghayan ang taong nasa loob noon.
Iyon pa rin ang mukhang palagi kong nakikita walong taon na ang nakakaraan. Katulad pa rin siya ng dati.
Nasa ganoon akong posisyon ng lumapit ulit ang matandang babae, may ibinigay siya sa akin. Isang puting sobre. Agad kong binuksan at binasa ang nakasulat...
Sorry kung nasaktan kita. Pero hindi ko binabawi na sinabi kong isa kang santan. Para sa akin, ang santan ang pinakamaganda sa lahat ng bulaklak. Tama ka, ito ay karaniwan, simple, palagi mong nakikita sa daan. Pero ang taong katulad ng santan ay bihira lamang. Dahil kung ikaw ay santan, kahit hindi ka alagaan at kahit anong bagyo ang dumating sa buhay mo, mabubuhay ka pa rin. Mamumulaklak ka pa rin. Ganoong tao ka para sa akin.
Katulad sa university avenue ng UP, summer lang itinatanim ang sunflower dahil hindi nila kakayanin ang ulan at bagyo. Pero ang santan, nakatanim dun kahit anong panahon. Pang-summer lang ang sunflower. Ang santan, panghabambuhay. Parang ikaw.
I use blogger as my blog host. why did you choose that host?
I choose blogger because it is user-friendly, and your weblog is finish in just few clicks of a botton.
how often do you blog?
I make it a point to blog everyday, as long as I have the chance to do so.
when did you start blogging?
I started blogging November of 2004.
how did you find out about blogging?
I saw my friends blogsite in Bangkok.And from that day, I started thinking of putting up my own blogsite.
what makes blogging different from a written journal?
Blogging is the perfect avenue for me to vent-out my feelings, and post my hard-worked digital scrapbook templates.I also have the chance to share my day to day life with my friends that I haven’t seen in person for so long, all they have to do is to click our URL, and they gonna have the glimpse of how am I doing now.
what time do you blog and why?
I usually blog at night till dawn, or in the afternoon, during my son’s nap time.
how many blogmates do you have?
I have 12 blogmates, and hoping to count more.
whose blogs do you visit everytime you are online?
I visit my friend’s blogsites whenever I have time to spare.I make a round viewing their sites and reading new entries.
name the top 5 blogs you've read and what makes them so different if not special?
http://itmustbetheroses.blogspot.com/ - she’s been a friend since our Bangkok days, to have an update on how is she doing and her family, I visit her blog
what topics, subjects, issues do you like to blog about?
About the joys and pains of being a mother and a wife
which site[s] do you consider most helpful to bloggers?
Ang unang pumasok sa isip ko, hindi ko siya kapatid. Noon lang kami nagkita; nagkataong siya ang nakatabi ko sa bus pauwi. Kung akala niya, nadadala ako sa pa-“Kuya, kuya” ng mga taong hindi ko kilala, nagkakamali siya. Pangalawa, sa pagkakaalam ko, ang kulangot ay sinusungkit mula sa ilong upang ipahid sa ilalim ng mesa, idikit sa pader, iipit sa panyo, lunurin sa lababo o itapon sa basurahan. Hindi ipinapamigay ang kulangot. At pangatlo, sakaling nahihingi man ang kulangot, bakit ko naman ibibigay ang kulangot ko sa kanya? Habang nakasakay sa bus kasama ang humigit-kumulang animnapung pasahero?
“Wala akong kulangot.”
“Meron e. Kakasilip ko lang kaya! Dali! Penge na!”
Napakabastos naman nitong batang ito, sa loob-loob ko.
“Sabi nang wala e. Nasaan ba ang nanay mo?”
May halong paninindak ang tanong, nang sa gayon, maligaw na ang usapan at ako ay makasandal sa bintana upang matulog.
“Wala akong nanay. At wala rin akong tatay. Bigla na lang akong lumitaw sa mundong ibabaw.”
Gaaaaad. Kawawa naman ang batang ito; wala pang sampung taon, mukha nang takas ng psychiatry ward. Manghihingi ng kulangot, pagkatapos, sasabihing sumulpot na lang na parang kabute. Ayoko nang itanong kung ano ang pangalan niya, baka sagutin ako ng “Jesus Christ” at hindi ko kayanin.
“Boy,” hinawakan ko ang kanyang ulo at inilingon patungo sa telebisyon ng bus, “Mabuti pa, manood ka na lang. Baka sakaling matutunan mong hindi nahihingi ang kulangot at hindi mina-magic ang mga bata.”
“Hmp, madamot,” sambit niya sabay irap.
O, huwag nang patulan, pagpipigil ko sa sarili. Bata iyang aawayin mo, post-duty ka pa. Isang buong araw ka nang gising kakapaanak ng mga nanay, itulog mo na lang iyan.
Nakatitig na sa tv ang namamalimos ng kulangot. Kasalukuyang ipinapalabas ang isang tatay na nanghihingi ng donasyon para sa anak niyang may hydrocephalus: “Madalas nga, tinatanong naming mag-asawa sa Diyos, bakit kami pa? Sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, bakit ang nag-iisang anak pa namin ang magkakasakit ng ganito.”
Mahirap siguro maging Diyos. Bagsakan ka na nga ng lahat ng hiling, bagsakan ka pa rin ng lahat ng sisi.
Araw-araw ko nang nakakasalamuha ang mga pasyente ng PGH. Hindi ko na sila kailangang mapanood sa telebisyon. Ikinabit ko ang baon kong earphones at pinatugtog ang radyo ng aking telepono. Kinakanta ng Hoobastank ang “I’m not a perrr-fect perrr-son….”
Sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon sa loob ng 24 na oras, ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata.
Ginising ako ng marahang pagtapik sa aking balikat.
“Boss, saan kayo?”
Ang konduktor, naniningil ng pamasahe.
“Southmall, galing PGH, estudyante.”
Dinukot ko ang mga nakahandang barya sa aking bulsa. “Sino nga pala ang nagbayad dito?” pabulong kong tanong habang inginunguso ang katabi kong nakatulog din pala.
“Iyan? Walang bayad iyan,” mabilis niyang sagot saka abot sa akin ng tiket.
“Bakit?”
Subalit lumipat na siya sa susunod na hilera ng mga pasahero.
“E wala talaga akong bayad e!”
Aba! Gising pala ang mokong.
“Ano? Bibigyan mo na ako ng kulangot?”
Kung nagkataong may hawak siyang baril, malamang nakatutok na ito sa butas ng ilong ko. Para lang sa walang kakwenta-kwentang kulangot na gawa sa aking uhog at sa alikabok mula sa Ospital Heneral ng Pilipinas.
“Teka nga. Seryosong tanong, at kailangan ko rin ng seryosong sagot. Nag-iinit ang ulo ko sa mga pilosopo.”
“Tapos, ‘pag sinagot ko ang tanong mo, bibigyan mo na ako ng kulangot? Yehey!”
“Aanhin mo ba ang kulangot ko?”
Sa pagkakataong ito, umasa akong sisigaw siya ng “Wow! Mali!” o kaya ay “Yari ka!” at pagkatapos ay ituturo sa akin ang kamerang nakakubli sa isang maleta sa kabilang hanay ng mga upuan.
“Wala lang. Nangongolekta kasi ako ng kulangot.”
Uh-oh. Oras na para tumawag sa mental.
“E bakit hindi ka na lang mangulangot buong araw at magdamag?”
“Gusto ko kasi kulangot ng iba.”
“Ha? Aanhin mo naman ang kulangot ng iba?”
“Kinokolekta ko nga e. Ang kulit mo naman Kuya!”
At ako pa raw ang makulit!
“Bakit nga? Aanhin mo naman ang kulangot ng ibang tao?” Nakakunot na ang noo ko. Hindi na ako natutuwa.
“Wala lang.”
Weirdo. Mas gugustuhin ko pang mabiktima na lang ng isang practical joke show kaysa makipagtalo sa batang ito.
“Hindi pwedeng wala lang. Hindi pwedeng walang bakit.”
“Bakit naman hindi?”
“Ganun talaga kapag tumatanda ka na. Hindi pwedeng ‘wala lang’ dahil lahat ng bagay, may dahilan. Lahat ng pangyayari. Lahat ng hindi nangyayari. Lahat ng tuwa. Lahat ng luha. Lahat ng pagod. Lahat ng sakripisyo. Lahat ng nakakalimutan. Lahat ng nagbabago. Lahat ng nabubuhay. Lahat ng nagkakasakit. Lahat ng namamatay. Kahit kulangot ko, may dahilan kung bakit nasa ilong ko at wala sa kamay mo!
“Kapag matanda ka na, mahirap tanggapin na ang lahat ay nangyayari dahil ‘wala lang.’ Na lahat ng paghihirap mo sa araw-araw ay wala namang patutunguhan, at sa huli ay wala ring saysay. Para mo na ring inamin na ang buhay mo ay walang silbi. Naiintindihan mo ba iyon?”
Tulala ang bata.
Isa. Dalawa. Tatlo. Apat. Lima.
Anim. Pito. Walo. Siyam. Sam-….
“Ang sungit mo naman. Madamot ka na nga, masungit pa. Mabuti pa yung katabi kong babae kanina, binigyan agad ako ng kulangot. Wala nang ‘Bakit? Bakit?’”
Grrrr.
“E ‘DI SA KANYA KA HUMINGI, HUWAG SA AKIN!”
Akala ko, mapapaiyak ko ang batang walang nanay at walang tatay. Lagot kapag nagkataon.
Pero hindi siya umiyak. Bagkus, siya ay tumayo, nag-ayos ng nagusot na damit, humarap sa akin, tinitigan ako sa mata at nagsabing, “Alam mo, yung babaeng nagbigay sa akin ng kulangot, mas masaya siya kaysa sa iyo.”
Tinawag niya ang konduktor. Pinahinto ang bus at dali-daling bumaba.
Sa totoo lang, dahil yun lang ang alam kong host. Bago lang akong blogger at wala pang masyadong ibang alam na host bukod sa blogspot at kay German Moreno.
how often do you blog?
Dati halos araw-araw. Ngayon eh at least once a week siguro.
when did you start blogging?
Noong April lang.
how did you find out about blogging?
Sa barkada ko na si Dowa.
what makes blogging different from a written journal?
Pag written journal kasi, masyadong limitado ang pede mong sabihin. Maraming ideya na hindi mo pede ipaalam sa iba. Samantalang sa blogging, kahit anong ideya ang sabihin mo, walang problema. Kumbaga sa dyaryo, ang blogging ay gossip section, samantalang ang written journal ay section ni xerex.
what time do you blog and why?
Umaga pagdating ko sa opisina. Sa gabi kasi, bukod sa madilim na, masyado ng madaming trabaho.
how many blogmates do you have?
Sa ngayon, anim.
whose blogs do you visit everytime you are online?
Yung mga nakalink lang sa akin. Pag may libreng oras naman ay nagbloghop din ako pero walang specific na tao.
name the top 5 blogs you've read and what makes them so different if not special?
In no specific order….
Bonifacio Paper.
Diaries of Jose Rizal.
Noam’s “Founder’s Frustrations” blog
The Wonder Woman
Kabaliwan ni Maan
Gusto ko silang basahin dahil sumasakto sa kanila yung mga hilig kong basahin. Yung huling dalawang blog, gusto ko naman basahin para maintindihan ko kahit papano kung pano ba tumatakbo ang isip ng mga kababaihan.
what topics, subjects, issues do you like to blog about?
Yung mga nangyayari sa buhay ko at sa buhay ng ibang iba. Pero kadalasan eh kahit ano lang.
which site[s] do you consider most helpful to bloggers?
Wala talaga akong alam eh. Ano ba?
aside from the tagboard, what other things does your blog have?
Site Meter tsaka piktyur kong pogi.
what makes you read someone else's blog?
Pag nakakatawa….at nakakaiyak. In short, nakakabaliw.
what do you do to attract other bloggers to read your blog?
Wala naman. Balak ko nga eh magpost ng mga piktyur ko na nude para maka-attract ako.
why did you choose that host? si ahl nag suggest sken dun ahihihi
how often do you blog?
kapag may tym aq
when did you start blogging?
june 28 2005
how did you find out about blogging? dahil kay ahl, pinakita nya sken ung blog nya tas naingit aq kaya ayun gumaya mhe.. hehehe!
what makes blogging different from a written journal? mas maganda ung pag bloblog kesa ung journal kc mas madami ka magagawa sa blog kesa sa journal tsaka kakatamad magsulat..
what time do you blog and why? kahit anong oras basta may time aq at may ilalagay aq
how many blogmates do you have? 20 na po
whose blogs do you visit everytime you are online?
ung mga blogmates ko
name the top 5 blogs you've read and what makes them so different if not special?
Blog ko... haha xempre aztig blog ko eh :D
blog ni ahl aztigin din tsaka binabasa ko ung ginawa nyang lyrics
yan lan eh =p
what topics, subjects, issues do you like to blog about? kahit ano basta kung ano pumasok sa utak ko tsaka kung ano mga nangyari sken
which site[s] do you consider most helpful to bloggers? bravenet tsaka javascript
aside from the tagboard, what other things does your your blog have? [e.g hit counter, horoscopes. Etc] mtv player, lyrics, at profile...
what makes you read someone else's blog?
magaganda kc ung entries nila tsaka ung iba may na22nan aq hehehe
what do you do to attract other bloggers to read your blog? bloghop :D
where do you blog? [specify blog host]?
Blogdrive of course, it’s the best blog host by far for me. With all the host I’ve been with this is were I stayed the longest .
why did you choose that host?
I could easily add stuffs, edit layouts, and plus the coolest tool ever – tag board!
how often do you blog?
As much as I can, to catch up with my new found friends.
when did you start blogging?
I’ll just count when I started sticking with blogdrive, say February of this year.
how did you find out about blogging?
You know what, I don’t exactly know. None of my older friends knew about it actually.
what makes blogging different from a written journal?
I got a lot of thoughts on my mind, it’s easier for me to just type it in. But it’s nothing sacred that’s why I posted it too.
what time do you blog and why?
6am when I get to work, time to time in between work, or if I don’t have any movies to watch or books to read I do it after work. I barely blog you see? Hehe.
how many blogmates do you have?
Hmm, a lot. Don’t know the exact number.
whose blogs do you visit everytime you are online? Lucy, Jan, Emong, Andre and Chris.
name the top 5 blogs you've read and what makes them so different if not special?
Lucy, loved her tagalog poems and her deep thoughts.
Jan, love her God’s daily word and same with Lucy, her thoughts. I guess why we all get along, aren’t we ladies?
Emong, love his funny way of blogging and stories about penoy in Buendia.
Andre, love his comic strips and his own cooking styles.
Chris, he’s pretty much my male counterpart. Go figure.
what topics, subjects, issues do you like to blog about?
Anything, just whatever comes to my mind.
aside from the tagboard, what other things does your your blog have?
[e.g hit counter, horoscopes. Etc]
- calendar
- lyrics
- word for the day
- culture trivia
I tried to keep it simple, with less graphics as I can.
what makes you read someone else's blog? Entertaining and of course, substance and style of expressing their thoughts. What I can’t stand are the drama queens and jerks.
what do you do to attract other bloggers to read your blog?
I get good references from good bloggers and I do my rounds time to time.
why did you choose that host?
I love the features Blogdrive offers that so many other blog sites don't, like the tag board and access to edit the templates.
how often do you blog?
2 to 3 times a week, sometimes more depending on what's going on, what mood I'm in and how much I have to say about something.
when did you start blogging?
Around March of 2005.
how did you find out about blogging? Several friends have blogs so I thought it would be a good idea to have one of my own.
what makes blogging different from a written journal?
I'm a single mom and work full-time. Also, I type really fast so it's easier for me to blog so I can type as I'm thinking. If I try to write everything I'm thinking I usually get discouraged. It's not as fun as blogging and sometimes I need feedback.
what time do you blog and why?
No particular time, whenever something comes up.
how many blogmates do you have?
I have several "blogging friends" now including Kai (Hi!!)
whose blogs do you visit everytime you are online?
I don't visit every time depending on how busy my life is, but I do visit most of my friends at least once a week.
name the top 5 blogs you've read and what makes them so different if not special?
Garnet's Breathing Room, Goddessing, The Open Door, Abby Normal and Ginger's Dish are some of my faves because they are all blogs by intelligent, warm women. I love reading other women's views on different things.
what topics, subjects, issues do you like to blog about? Whatever gets me stirred up~ politics, human rights, being a mom, things about family, a variety.
which site[s] do you consider most helpful to bloggers?
Hmmm . . .
aside from the tagboard, what other things does your
blog have? [e.g hit counter, horoscopes. Etc]
Ask Kai, I'm always changing things around. Right now I have a hit counter, a daily quote and lots of links.
what makes you read someone else's blog?
I'm always curious when I come across a blog with an interesting name.
what do you do to attract other bloggers to read your blog?
I belong to several webrings, cliques and listings, and I also blog hop a few times a week. I always leave a message so they are curious to visit me too.
where do you blog? [specify blog host]?
pansamantala akong nanigilan sa xanga at blogspot, ngayon ay permanenteng mamamayan ng blogdrive.
why did you choose that host?
user-friendly. ang daling "paglaruan" ng mga templates ... wehehe ...
how often do you blog?
isa hanggang tatlong beses sa isang linggo. :D
when did you start blogging?
january of this year.
how did you find out about blogging?
a friend of mine invited me to visit his turf on the web. the rest is history.
what makes blogging different from a written journal?
it is published in the web.
what time do you blog and why? 12am to 8am. libre kasi ang internet connection :D
how many blogmates do you have?
hmm ... cuarenta'y sais.
whose blogs do you visit everytime you are online? kay tintin, althea, lucy, jhenskie ...
name the top 5 blogs you've read and what makes them so different if not special?
blog ni tintin ... pinag-iisip ako ng mga post/s niya.
blog ni jhenskie ... nakaka-relate ako sa mga entries niya.
blog ni althea ... helps me to focus on my goals.
blog ni lucy (dating blog) ...naaaliw ako sa mga istorya niya ...
.. wala na kong maisip. :D
what topics, subjects, issues do you like to blog about?
anything and everything under the sun.
aside from the tagboard, what other things does your your blog have?
[e.g hit counter, horoscopes. Etc]
-- counter
-- welcome message
-- 43 things i want do with my life (9 pa lang ang nasa list ko)
-- countdown for a specific occassion
-- God's daily word
-- ost of the month
-- word of the day
what makes you read someone else's blog? kapag entertaining and may substance ang mga entries. :D
what do you do to attract other bloggers to read your blog?
ang tumalon ng tumalon magmula sa isang pahina papunta sa isa pang pahina :D
why did you choose that host? si ahl nag suggest sken dun ahihihi
how often do you blog?
kapag may tym aq
when did you start blogging?
june 28 2005
how did you find out about blogging? dahil kay ahl, pinakita nya sken ung blog nya tas naingit aq kaya ayun gumaya mhe.. hehehe!
what makes blogging different from a written journal? mas maganda ung pag bloblog kesa ung journal kc mas madami ka magagawa sa blog kesa sa journal tsaka kakatamad magsulat..
what time do you blog and why? kahit anong oras basta may time aq at may ilalagay aq
how many blogmates do you have? 20 na po
whose blogs do you visit everytime you are online?
ung mga blogmates ko
name the top 5 blogs you've read and what makes them so different if not special?
Blog ko... haha xempre aztig blog ko eh :D
blog ni ahl aztigin din tsaka binabasa ko ung ginawa nyang lyrics
yan lan eh =p
what topics, subjects, issues do you like to blog about? kahit ano basta kung ano pumasok sa utak ko tsaka kung ano mga nangyari sken
which site[s] do you consider most helpful to bloggers? bravenet tsaka javascript
aside from the tagboard, what other things does your your blog have? [e.g hit counter, horoscopes. Etc] mtv player, lyrics, at profile...
what makes you read someone else's blog?
magaganda kc ung entries nila tsaka ung iba may na22nan aq hehehe
what do you do to attract other bloggers to read your blog? bloghop :D
we post
featured people/blogs
every
Mondays, Wednesdays,
Fridays, and Sundays
IMPORTANT!!!
bloggers who want to be featured here must send a brief description of themselves and/or their blogs.
send them to: kurdapia@gmail.com
or send to: lukin4gf@yahoo.com
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don't forget to send us your photos
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But we will try to impose simple rules to make this blogging community worthy of our time.
.:. absolutely no name/blog bashings. No but's, no If's. we’re adults. Errr [but the blog world is filled with teens soo..err]..…ok I know you know what we mean.
.:. adult contents are allowed but please write a certain warning before posting an entry with adult contents
.:. members of this club are encouraged to submit original writings. If you want to post a copied material, please make sure to give credit to the writer, author, or creator.
