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You can download it here.

cheers. 

there is an update too at my photo blog...check it out. :-)

Update:  I think the Philippines Blog Awards Website is not http://www.philippineblogawards.com as posted at the gmanews.tv website, (or view it here, i've made copy of the news doing print screen), it is indeed http://www.philippineblogawards.com.ph, I wonder who owns the first website and why is it with the same name? Baka nagkamali lang ng posting sa url... :-)

Also, i gotta share this new web tool called twitter. Its a social networking website where u can post (and can be viewed by members, of course) the things you been doing or what sites u've visited while online or u can tell anyone where u are. Good enough to log/bookmark the things while online. They recently won the 2007 South by Southwest Web Award.

You may visit my twitter page here.

Slashdot
Wired
BoingBoing

yan lang muna. marami pa 'to pero yan lang muna lagay ko.
meron ba kayong maisi-share na sites tulad nyan?
share naman oh. tenks..

updating so far. uploaded some pics in the gallery. was taken last year.
May to be exact. shots were taken by empoi's digicam. 

We may come back to that lil island this summer. :D
I wish i wish i wish...

sshhhhhh....later. 

I did travel..alone yesterday to get my ass off cebu. I should've been here the day before yesterday but some sorta shmuck delayed me.

Anyways, one thing to consider before traveling is that, you have to be prepared before jumping on the boat or taking a plane..sure u have to be prepared for your things. When u go u should prepare all that a day before. Fuck! my sentences is going nowhere. lol

later...

http://slashdot.org/articles/06/03/30/2115258.shtml

http://it.slashdot.org/it/06/03/30/220219.shtml

Wear Sunscreen is an essay, written by Mary Schmich and published in the Chicago Tribune as a column in 1997. Soon it became the subject of an urban legend, according to which it was originally an MIT commencement speech given by author Kurt Vonnegut in the same year and by the year of 1999 it was already widespread. But in fact, the commencement speaker at MIT that year was Kofi Annan. Kurt later spoke over the phone with Mary to make it clear that he didn't even know about the article or the hoax at the time and he never wanted to take credit for it.

Click here to read Mary Schmich' full article.

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Imogen Heap, “Hide & Seek”. from the album "Speak For Yourself".

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling
spin me ‘round again
and rub my eyes
this can’t be happening
when busy streets
amess with people
would stop to hold
their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the take-over
the sweeping insensitivity
of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
[you won’t catch me around here]
blot out two hearts
they were here first

ohm what you say
mm that you only meant well
well of course you did
ohm what you say
mm that it’s all for the best
of course it is
ohm what you say
mm that it’s just what we need
you decided this
mm what you say
mm what did she say

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mint-sweet darkness
paper word cut-outs
[paper word cut-outs]
speak no feeling
no unbelieving
you don’t care a bit
you don’t care a bit
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
sick sweet darkness
paper word cut-outs
speak no feeling
no unbelieving
you don’t care a bit
you don’t care a bit