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By FotoGrapiko on Feb 24, 2013 in: doodle, name, sketches, art, art work, artists on tumblr, pen, pen art
So I made this for my bestfriend. She’s gonna kill me when she sees that I made a mistake.
By Age of the Diary on Oct 20, 2012 in: The Philippines, America, American, baby, baby names, big boy, boy, culture, Filipino, Filipino people, girlie, Language, Maid, name, names, Philippines, United States
The Filipina maid went to New York. She walked into a grand mansion and was greeted by her new American boss. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you,” the American said, “What’s your name?” The grown woman responds, “...
By Age of the Diary on Oct 19, 2012 in: The Philippines, America, American, baby, baby names, big boy, boy, culture, Filipino, Filipino people, girlie, Language, Maid, name, names, Philippines, United States
The Filipina maid went to New York. She walked into a grand mansion and was greeted by her new American boss. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you,” the American said, “What’s your name?” The grown woman responds, “...
By This side of Perry on Jan 1, 2012 in: name, Philippine life
Image by jimmywayne via FlickrAn Internet site espouses a philosophy that gives a new insight into the "powerful influence names have through the mathematical principle." The website says hidden forces are revealed in a philosophy that combines the i...
By It's Zhahn, not Jeen! on Oct 4, 2010 in: separation anxiety, preschool teacher, van damme, john, pronunciation, name, jean, French, jean-paul, john-paul
Hello there! Welcome to my blog entitled “It's Zhahn, not Jeen!” And for my first article, I’m going to explain exactly what the title means. (I’ll bet you’ve been wondering that ever since you landed on this page.)Back in the decade I was...
By Non-Conversations on Jan 23, 2010 in: Uncategorized, cherish, come, condense, die, grasp, hand, happy, hold, joy, live, Love, mind, moon, name, never, night, peace, possibility, smile, thought, times, tomorrow, transparent, truth, wandering, words
you are the moon held in the grasp of a wandering mind all truth, cherished peace condensed in transparent words. the joy of nights where I live and die many times by the sight of your smile by the thought of your name by the possibility of a tomorro...