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Stupid Thingz ive done

Level 1 
( ) smoked a cigarette
( ) done weed 
(x) drank alcohol 
SO FAR: 1 


Level 2 
(x) been in love 
(x) been dumped 
(x) shoplifted 
( ) been fired 
(x) been in a fist fight 
SO FAR: 5 


Level 3 
(x) snuck out of the house 
(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back 
( ) been arrested 
( ) made out with a stranger
(x) gone out on a blind date 
SO FAR: 8 


Level 4 
(x) had a crush on an older person 
(x) skipped school
(x) slept in a co-worker
(x) seen someone/something die 
SO FAR: 12


Level 5 
(x) had/have a crush or liked on one of your friends. 
( ) thrown up from drinking
( ) been to Spain
( ) been on Plane

SO FAR: 13


Level 6 
( ) eaten Sushi 
(x) met someone BECAUSE of social networking
(x) been mosh pitting
SO FAR: 15 


Level 7 
( ) been in an abusive relationship 
(x) taken pain killers 
(x) love/loved someone who you can’t have 
(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by 
( ) made a snow angel/ sand angel 
SO FAR:19


Level 8 
(x) had a tea party 
(x) flown a kite 
(x) built a sand castle
(x) gone puddle jumping 
(x) played dress ups 
SO FAR:24


Level 9 
(x) jumped into a pile of leaves 
( ) gone sledging 
(x) cheated while playing a game 
(x) been lonely 
(x) fallen asleep at work/school.
SO FAR: 28 


Level 10 
(x) used a fake someone else's ID 
(x) watched the sun set 
(x) felt an earthquake 
(x) killed a snake 
SO FAR: 32


Level 11 
(x) been tickled 
(x) been robbed/vandalized 
( ) robbed someone 
(x) been misunderstood 
(x) pet a frog
SO FAR: 36 


Level 12 
(x) won a contest 
(x) been suspended from school 
( ) had detention (SANCTION) 
(x) been in a car/motorcycle/4-wheeler accident 
SO FAR: 39 


Level 13 
( ) had/have braces(jafake sakin) 
(x) eaten a whole tub of ice cream in one night 
(x) had déjà vu 
(x) danced in the moonlight 
SO FAR: 42 


Level 14 
(x) hated the way you look 
(x) witnessed a crime 
( ) pole danced 
(x) questioned your heart 
(x) been obsessed with post-it notes 
SO FAR: 47 


Level 15 
(x) squished barefoot through the mud 
(x) been lost 
(x) been to the opposite side of the world 
(x) swam in the ocean 
(x) felt like you were dying 
So FAR: 52


Level 16 
(x) cried yourself to sleep 
( ) played cops and robbers 
(x) recently colored w/crayons/colored pencils/markers 
(x) sang karaoke 
(x) paid for a meal with only coins 
SO FAR: 56 


Level 17 
(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn\'t 
(x) made prank phone calls 
(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose 
(x) kissed in the rain 
So FAR: 60 


Level 18 
(x) written a letter to Santa Claus 
( ) been kissed under a mistletoe 
(x) watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about 
(x) blown bubbles 
(x) made a bonfire on the beach 
So FAR: 64 


Level 19 
(x) crashed a party 
( ) have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people 
( ) gone roller-skating/blading 
(x) had a wish come true 
SO FAR: 66 


Level 20 
(x) worn fake pearls 
( ) jumped off a bridge 
(x) screamed "Wai Klase!" in class
( ) swam with dolphins 
SO FAR: 66 


Level 21 
(x) got your tongue stuck to a freezer/ice cube 
(x) kissed a fish 
(x) worn the opposite sex’s clothes 
(x) sat on a roof top 
SO FAR: 71


Level 22 
(x) screamed at the top of your lungs 
(x) done/attempted a one-handed cartwheel 
(x) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours 
(x) stayed up all night 
SO FAR: 75


Level 23 
(x) picked and ate an fruits right off the tree 
(x) climbed a tree 
(x) had/been in a tree house 
(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone(when i was young..) 
SO FAR: 79 


Level 24 
(x) believe in ghosts 
(x) have/had more than 30 pairs of shoes throughout your life 
( ) gone streaking 
( ) gone to jail 
SO FAR: 81


Level 25 
(x) played chicken 
(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on. 
(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger 
(x) been easily amused 
SO FAR: 85 


Level 26 
(x) caught a fish then ate it 
(x) almost drowned in a pool 
(x) caught a butterfly 
(x) laughed so hard you cried 
(x) cried so hard you laughed 


SO FAR: 90


Level 27 
(x) mooned/flashed someone 
(x) had someone moon/flash you 
(x) cheated on a test 
(x) forgotten someone\'s name 
SO FAR: 91 


Level 28 
(x) slept naked 
(x) French braided someone’s hair 
( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool 
(x) been kicked out of your house
SO FAR: 96 


Level 29 
(x) rode on a roller coaster 
( ) went scuba-diving/snorkeling 
(x) had a cavity 
(x) Black-mailed someone 
(x) been black mailed 
SO FAR: 103


Level 30 
(x) been used 
(x) fell going up the stairs 
(x) licked a cat 
(x) bitten someone 
( ) licked
( ) been shot at/or gunpoint
( ) flattened someone's tyres




TOTAL 104

The Last LeaF

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!

So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony."

At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'hôte of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.

That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places."

Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.

One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, gray eyebrow.

"She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. " And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?"

"She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue.

"Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?"

"A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."

"Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten."

After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.

Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.

She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.

As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.

Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward.

"Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together.

Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks.

"What is it, dear?" asked Sue.

"Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."

"Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie."

"Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"

"Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self."

"You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too."

"Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down."

"Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly.

"I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves."

"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."

"Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back."

Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe. He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.

Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.

Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings.

"Vass!" he cried. "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine? I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy."

"She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet."

"You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes."

Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.

When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.

"Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper.

Wearily Sue obeyed.

But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground.

"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time."

"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"

But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.

The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves.

When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised.

The ivy leaf was still there.

Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove.

"I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook."

And hour later she said:

"Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."

The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left.

"Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable."

The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's all."

And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all.

"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."

LoVe QouTeZ

"The spaces between your fingers were created so that another's could fill them in." 


Someday your prince charming will come. Mine just took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions. 

Today I caught myself smiling for no reason... then I realized I was thinking about you 


Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about. 


Should I smile because we are friends? Or cry because we'll never be anything more?

Don't say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy like believe it. 

Loving someone doesnt need a reason. If you can explain why you love someone, its not called "Love"... its called "Like" 

Everyone in life is gonna hurt you, you just have to figure out which people are worth the pain. 


I don't miss you, I miss the person I thought you were.


Never make someone your everything, cause when they're gone you've got nothing.

I don't come with a dice so don't play me.


Don't settle for one you can live with, wait for the one you can't live without!


A break up is like a broken mirror. It is better to leave it broken than hurt yourself to fix it.

Collection of QUOTES

"Ang pag-ibig na bakal ay hinihinang at pinag-iisa ng matinding init na namamagitan sa dalawang nagmamahalan. Pero kung ang pag-ibig ay yari sa plastik, at ang matinding init ay nagmumula lang sa laman, malulusaw lang ito sa oras na ito ay hininang."


"Mas mabuti pang tumahimik ka at paghinalaan ka nilang tanga, kesa magsalita ka at mapatunayan nilang tama ang hinala nila."


"Ang tagal ko nang nagpaparamdam sayo, hindi mo naman ako pinapansin... Manhid ka ba?!" -Multo


"Sorry Tarzan, hindi tayo pwede maging magshota. Dahil kahit hindi mo alam kung ilang taon ka na, alam kong bata ka pa. Wala kang bigote, 'e hindi ka naman nag-aahit." -Jane


"Wag kang masyadong puro "sana". Magpasalamat ka naman sa mga "buti nalang."


"Naghihilom ang sugat, ngunit may pagkakataon na kikirot ang peklat."



Kung sukdulan na ang pang-gagago sayo, wag kang matakot murahin ang kaaway mo, kahit gano pa sila kadami.Wag mo lang ipaparinig...



Puro ka reklamo na ang daming kontrabida sa buhay mo...
Sino bang nagsabi sayong bida ka?


"The best things in life are free." -Magnanakaw


Yung mga babaeng hindi pantay ang kulay ng muka at katawan, ano bang ginagawa nila? Nagpapaputi ba sila ng muka, o nagpapaitim ng katawan?


Napaka walang kwenta naman ng buhay mo kung wala kang kaibigan kapag hindi ka na ONLINE.



Ang mga taong tunay na nagmamahalan ay hindi nagkakaroon ng happy ending...
Dahil ang tunay na pagmamahalan ay walang katapusan.


Pakisabi sa mga anak nyong bata na wag nagpapacute kapag may bisita. Dahil hindi lahat ng tao, mahilig sa bata... at hindi lahat ng bata, cute.



Ang mga taong gustong magpahaba ng buhay ay...
kumakain ng mga ayaw nilang pagkain, uminom ng mga ayaw nilang inumin, at ginagawa ang mga bagay na ayaw nilang gawin.
Yan ang sikreto para sa mas mahaba, at napaka miserableng buhay.


"Panahon na para gumawa ka ng pagbabago sa buhay mo kung naaalala mo parin kung kailan ka huling umiyak, pero hindi mo matandaan kung kailan ka huling tumawa."



Kapag nagsisi ka, ibig sabihin nagkamali ka... kapag nagkamali ka, ibig sabihin sumubok ka... kapag sumubok ka, ibig sabihin binigyan mo ang sarili mo ng pagkakataon magtagumpay. Minsan ang lamang lang sayo ng ibang tao... lakas ng loob.



Ang tunay na kapatawaran ay hindi binabayaran, binibigay ito ng bukal sa loob..
Kaya nga forGIVE diba, hindi for SALE.


Sa Pilipinas lang pinagmamalaki ang pagiging "bum".


“Minsan lang mag mahal ang tarantado, wag naman sanang abusado.”


“Nasasabi mo lang naman na nag babago na ang isang taong kapag hindi na nasususnod ang pag tratong, hinahangad mo.”


Wag mong ipakitang malungkot ka sa ibang tao kung wala kang balak magshare ng problema. Para kang nang-alok ng hopia pero di mo naman ibibigay.--DORAEMON



ang pag ibig ay parang tsinelas. kahit anong dami ng sapatos mo ..sa bahay tsinelas pa rin ang hanap mo...
ikaw? nahanap mo na ba ang tsinelas mo??



Sana pag nag kuwento ako kahit kunwari lang na interesado ka kasi sayo kolang kinukwento mga mga bagay tungkol saken.. nakahit magulang ko hindi alam


ANG MABIGAT AY GUMAGAAN PAG BINITAWAN. :)

EVENTS

PEOLPE BEHIND PATIGAYON

August 14, 2010 - Patigayon release the new BIG BANG for SMEs Business Arsenals. This include Online Accounting Software, Payroll Database Sytem, Point of Sale and Daily Time record. For just P2,500 monthly you will have this complete package + Website on your own business.

Patigayon presented first a multi-media media about Patigayon- A Business Method. In the presentation, it was mentioned Patigayon- a Business Method is a whole package services that caters online business application, web strategy, online advisory and technical support. The online business application of Patigayon is fast and accurate.

The powerful business method that developed by Patigayon  is for the small and micro enterprises. Mr. Cris Yomo the man behind this product said that, “SMEs should operate in the economy of scale and to do that we offer a business method for them”.

Patigayon Resource Concept launched their product-the powerful business method in Trade Hall C, SM City, Cebu City. The event was co sponsored by PLDT and XComp Sales. Serious minded entrepreneurs attended the event.


VISIT PATIGAYON NOW: http://patigayon.com

"CELEBRATION: After Launching"

WORK IS NOT ALL ABOUT STRESS...

Karaoke in Crown Regency

Tripping in SM