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VIDEOS / MOVIES TO WATCH FOR FREE / AVATAR
« on: January 31, 2010, 02:37:48 AM »







became the highest grossing film of all time sinking the TITANIC. watch it in 3D.

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FREE CLASSIFIED ADS SECTION / brand of brothers
« on: August 17, 2009, 02:39:31 AM »
bro mikey,

how about promoting this brand. you can sell it on your online store. tulungan ang kapwa pinoy

val

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Brand of brothers

By Kate Alvarez
Philippine Daily Inquirer

Last updated 03:21:00 08/15/2009

THE ENTERTAINMENT industry is predictable. An up-and-coming artist struggles for a few years with small gigs, lands a big break, then explodes into the industry with chart toppers. If he is talented enough, the musician or group lasts for a couple more years and ventures into fashion design, business, production and other artistic feats. Throw in a couple of financial problems, run-ins with authority, highs and lows, and there goes your typical Hollywood success story.

That formula doesn’t apply to Beau and Aaron Canlas. Working with an unusual strategy, their subtle explosion begins from rock bottom, because these brothers believe that it’s all about paying homage to your roots.

Old game, new tricks

“We wanted SNRG to be a multifaceted company,” said Beau, 28, and Aaron, 23, both Filipino but raised in Virginia, Washington DC. Ever since they were kids, they wanted to put up a group or company that will allow them to express their thoughts and creativity. It was during one of their visits to their parents’ hometown in Pampanga that the idea hit them – to create a brand that is part apparel, part hip-hop group, and part creative coalition. SNRG was born.

“On the apparel side, SNRG stands for Subtle Nuances Redefining Gear,” explained Beau. “While on the music side, it means Some Never Really Get,” Aaron added. The two enjoy talking to people about the different branches of SNRG, with stories of their struggles in the Philippines and the US. One minute they’re spitting lines from SNRG’s latest hip-hop track, and another minute they’re talking about their merchandise designs.

“Some Never Really Get” indeed. Most artists start as rappers or singers, then branch out years later to fashion design and other businesses. The likes of J.Lo, Fergie and Diddy ventured into apparel only after gaining a huge following in their musical careers. SNRG, uncommonly, is starting from the grass roots as the all-in-one brand, and they don’t mind that they’re not hitting the charts with a million-dollar record deal – at least not yet.

“We don’t want to be just a big fad – appear and disappear,” said Aaron. He looks up to his favorite rapper, Lupe Fiasco. “Instead of having people jump into his stuff now that it’s hot, he wants loyal fans who will listen to his music for the rest of their lives.”

In this recession era where people jump the gun upon hearing the words profit and income, it’s inspiring to hear of artists who are still in it for the love of the craft.

SNRG the Apparel

“Slight modifications are enough to give something its own identity. We’re taking something that already exists and we’re adding our own innovative, fresh approach to it,” Beau said of their clothing line. In this business, everyone’s dying to be different, as seen with designers and retailers trying to outdo or out-shock each other. Since everything is an influence of everything, pop culture eventually ends up looking the same. SNRG is aware of that, so they opted for subtle nuances.

They have the usual shirts, shorts, hoodies and accessories –apparel that is already familiar to the public. To hit their target market (which is, by the way, identity-conscious high school and college kids to twenty-somethings), they’ve added the SNRG flavor to their gear – logos and silkscreen prints that speak of their philosophies in life.

For example, when people purchase the Barrio Ballin‘ design –
two basketball players wearing the salakot – they come to know that it’s not just another pro-Pinoy T-shirt design. To be balling (American slang for getting rich), the Canlas brothers believe that you don’t have to be wallowing in cash. “A simple jeepney driver who happily supports his family is Barrio Ballin‘,” explained Beau. “As long as you’re happy, passionate, and content with what you’re doing, then you’re ballin‘.”

Another popular SNRG trademark is Midas, a baby panda Aaron designed for the Washington National Zoo. When friends buy the Midas hoodies, the brothers explain to them how the panda came to be. “Like King Midas who turned everything he touched into gold, Midas the panda represents everyone who supports SNR – people who put the pieces of the puzzle together to help get to the goal,” said Aaron. Beau summarizes the Midas story with its acronym: My Infinite Dreams Are Simple.

Their apparel is basic – stuff that you’ll see everywhere. But the messages behind their designs are philosophies that the two have applied to their own urban lives. They’re very hands-on with their brand. They take time to explain every detail that comes with the gear. Fans can find it on their website, hear it through the grapevine, or simply hang with Beau and Aaron to get to know SNRG. It’s almost like watching missionaries out to spread the Good Word.

And the word is out. Other than the Philippines and United States, SNRG gear has been shipped to Australia and other Asian countries. American college basketball teams have asked SNRG to design their official baller shorts. All products are proudly Filipino-made, as part of Beau and Aaron’s advocacy to help Filipinos earn a living. “I’m proud to be Filipino,” said Beau, often mistaken for African-American or Hispanic.

SNRG the Music

By now you would have noticed that the boys have a penchant for acronyms, analogies and philosophies. For Aaron, his creative juices have flowed through his veins since childhood. He would easily memorize storybook lines as a kid. In high school, he submitted fictional stories that his English teachers thought were too good to be his original work. Unfazed, he still keeps a notebook in hand and constantly jots down poetry and doodles.

A few years ago, Aaron attended a party where a rapper challenged him to a rap-off. The rapper/producer, K-Prime, was so impressed by Aaron’s skills that he invited him to his studio. With Beau joining the bandwagon, they made their first song and haven’t stopped putting tracks into their mixtape since.

Though their hip-hop/R&B sound may not resemble your favorite Ne-Yo and Jay-Z hits, it has gained a fan base. A number of rappers, singers and producers from the US and Philippines have collaborated with SNRG to create their 50-plus tracks. Recently, Kat Alano of MTV lent her vocal chords (yes, she can carry a tune) to SNRG’s track, “You Don’t Know Me.” While there are no albums
or concerts yet, SNRG has appeared in a number of radio shows
and events both here and the US.

But don’t expect to hear about drugs and violence in their lyrics. The boys were brought up well by their parents in DC. “We are blessed to have been raised in a melting pot of different cultures and we have a strong upbringing,” said Beau. Their music talks about real things that they’ve been through, from dating girls to life’s growing pains. SNRG music is a refreshing change from local Pinoy rappers trying too hard to sound gangsta – complete with phony thug accents and overindulged Fubu gear.

SNRG music is free – for now. You may listen to their tracks on their websites and networking accounts. You may even personally ask the boys to e-mail their mixtape to you. They’re open to commentary and criticism. “It’s too early to even put out an album together,” said Aaron. “We feel like we’re still developing.”

SNRG the Message

“We see SNRG as a lifestyle,” Beau said when asked how SNRG has managed to reach people in places they’ve never even been to, such as Japan, China and Singapore. “Never underestimate the power that the word of mouth has.”

SNRG stickers have been spotted from East Coast locker rooms to college kids’ binders in California. The sticker shows a crossing pedestrian, which Beau uses as a reminder “to keep you walking towards your dream. Barrio is to ballin‘ as to heritage is to progression.”

They’ve built an online community with their websites and networking accounts. It helps the Canlas brothers see how far they’ve reached, thanks to fans tagging photos of their gear and posting daily shoutouts.

“We like to think we give ideas to help you establish your own identity,” said Aaron. “You take our gear and make it your own. Whatever your style is, you can accent it with SNRG clothing or accessories … We are sharing this message of individuality with the rest of the world.”

Beau and Aaron have flown back to the US to promote their sound and gear from East to West Coast. They will be back in the Philippines on the last quarter of the year with more tracks, a bigger selection of merchandise, and a series of shows.

One day when they make it big in the industry, you won’t have to worry about coming up to them. Known to charm the pants out of the girls, Beau and Aaron Canlas will be more than happy to talk to you about the biz – whatever your gender or culture is.

“Right now you can tell we’re hungry. We maintain that hunger and it helps us strive for bigger and better things,” Beau said. “Even if we’ve accomplished our mission, we’ll keep striving to do more.”

There goes another one of SNRG’s philosophies: The attitude and the gratitude. Get it? No? That’s okay, because Some People Never Really Get.

Get SNRG-ized!

www.SNRG.biz
www.BarrioBallin.com
www.SNRGred.com
www.youtube.com/SNRGred
www.twitter.com/snrgred
www.facebook.com (search: SNRG Red)

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PARTY PARTY PARTY / the ONE AND ONLY STORY OF BALONG Part 3
« on: August 06, 2009, 07:34:39 AM »

Quote from: val ong on August 06, 2009, 02:11:00 AM
THE ONE AND ONLY STORY OF BALONG Part 2 is now showing in bolanon.com
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huhuhu how about here sa mikeygatal.com valskie? walay story about balong?
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PRAYERS ARE POWERFUL / words of WISDOM
« on: July 26, 2009, 01:32:18 AM »

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PRAYERS ARE POWERFUL / a glimpse of HEAVEN
« on: July 20, 2009, 03:40:06 PM »

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a 
class. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later 
told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best 
thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last. 
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was 
driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce 
Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the 
wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted. 
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family 
portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a point. I 
think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore 
said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision 
of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know 
I'll see him.' 
Brian's Essay: The Room... 
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the 
room. 
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered 
with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that 
list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, 
which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either 
direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of 
files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have 
liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut 
it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.. 
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. 
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for 
my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and 
small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and 
curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly 
opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet 
memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would 
look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. 
A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' 
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have 
Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed 
at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled 
at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My 
Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never 
ceased to be surprised by the contents. 
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I 
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. 
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of 
these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this 
truth. 
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. 
When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized 
the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, 
and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I 
shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the 
vast time I knew that file represented. 
When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run 
through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test 
its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.. 
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost 
animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever 
see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy 
them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter 
now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end 
and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. 
I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as 
steel when I tried to tear it. 
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning 
my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. 
And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel 
With.' 
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I 
pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long 
fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. 
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. 
They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and 
cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The 
rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, 
ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as 
I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. 
No, please not Him. Not here.. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched 
helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't 
bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to 
look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. 
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read 
every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He 
looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't 
anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to 
cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said 
so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. 
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end 
of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name 
over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find 
to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't 
be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so 
alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He 
gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the 
cards. I d on't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but 
the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back 
to my side. 
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood 
up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There 
were still cards to be written. 
'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever 
believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.'-John 3:16. 'I 
can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. '-Phil. 4:13. 
My ' People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about 
yours? 
 
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL! 
 

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FUN GAMES WITH YOUR FRIENDS / val ong jokes
« on: July 18, 2009, 05:43:40 PM »
It was time for Father John's Saturday night bath and  the young nun, Sister Magdalene, had prepared the  bath water and towels just the way the    Mother Superior had  instructed.

Sister  Magdalene was also instructed  not to look at Father John's
nakedness.  If she  could help it,  do whatever he told her to do, and  pray.
 
The  next morning the old nun asked Sister Magdalene  how the Saturday
night bath had  gone.  'Oh,   sister,' said the young nun  dreamily, 'I've  been saved.'

'Saved? And how did that come about?' asked the old  nun.

'When Father John was soaking in the tub, he asked  me to wash him, and
while I was washing him he  guided my hand down between his legs where he said the Lord keeps the Key to Heaven.'

'Did he now?' said the old nun evenly.

Sister  Magdalene continued,  'And Father John said that if  the Key to Heaven
fit my lock, the Portals of Heaven would be opened to me and I would be assured salvation and eternal peace. And then Father John guided his Key to Heaven into my lock.'
 
'Is that a fact?' said the old nun even more evenly.
 
 'At first it hurt terribly, but Father John said the pathway to salvation was
 often painful and that the Glory of God would soon swell my heart in ecstasy.
 And it did, it felt so good being  saved.'
 
'That wicked old SOB, said the old nun. 'He told me it was Gabriel's Horn,
and I've been blowing it for 40years!' ....LOL!


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BREAKING NEWS / OBAMA represents slavery and tyranny...TED NUGENT
« on: July 17, 2009, 01:53:44 AM »
Things are going well for Ted Nugent. He just released a DVD of his 6000th concert, he has a new reality show coming out next month and he has the satisfaction of knowing of being able to say "I told you so" to anyone who's doubted his political opinions. "Life is wonderful," he tells Spinner. I've done the right things. I've never been liberal so I've got a nest egg. I've always lived within my means."

These days, you can see, hear or read Nugent's thoughts on politics and the country everywhere you go. "If I try to make my voice heard any more than I already have, you would have been Nugified with a giant crowbar skull marking," he says. "I have pieces in the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times, the Detroit news and WacoTrib.com. I've been doing speaking engagements at universities and public events for a couple dozen years now. I've been an activist forever. I've been warning people that this is coming. I wrote the first article identifying the artificial economy of America that is the house of cards we're seeing fall now. I think I first wrote that in the late '80s."

But just because Uncle Ted is being heard doesn't mean he's happy with what he sees. "With a liberal in the White House, it's sad to see the celebration of mediocrity and slovenliness and the cult of denial expand," he says. "That's heartbreaking to see this once-great nation abandon the drive of excellence and the new squawking mantra of whining and excuse-making, which is why we have the president we have, and for him and his administration to defy the Constitution and Fedzilla exploding into the private sector and controlling corporations, it's shocking."

Still, Nugent holds out hope for the country. "I believe that we the people will eventually see the criminality of the Obama administration and eventually stop them one way or another, so I have eternal faith in my fellow man," he says. "I can't believe this experiment in self-government is over. I can't believe the documents our founding fathers clearly articulated and wrote are going to be abandoned for tyranny and slavery, and that's really what Obama represents. He represents that 'you people are so stupid and inept, I'll have to cover you.' I just don't believe that's true."

However, Nugent also thinks that plenty of Americans are to blame as well. "There is gluttony and denial in our economy," he starts, his voice rising throughout. "Basically, it can be most simply understood by the U.S. government and its citizens being credit card pigs. You can't buy another leather jacket when you've already got six. You claim you can't make ends meet and you owe five grand, much less 250 grand, on your credit card, you chimp!? Of course, I'm the bastard for saying it. People are pigs from the blubber that they have intentionally infested ourselves with and then they have the audacity to squawk for health care but not care about our health? How does that work?! If the producers of 'Planet of the Apes' were offered the current American script that was playing out before us, they would turn it down because it's too stupid. It wouldn't qualify for a 'Planet of the Apes' script!

"Only the guilty need to feel guilty," he continues, "but anybody who claims they can't make ends meet is a liar! Anybody that owes money on their credit card is a pig. If you smoke or drink or have blubber, you get no healthcare until you show me you care about your health. You can't stab yourself in the eye every morning and then charge me for your eye doctor! What the f---?!"

Well, there you have it, ladies and gentleman -- you've been Nugified.

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MEET AND GREET / attention ROGER GATAL
« on: May 15, 2009, 03:56:44 AM »
i am an old man trying to find love on the internet. i grow tired and weary.
no one has answered my call. so before i say goodbye, i am posting this advt.
just in case there are other old men here.

Can free Viagra ease the pain of the recession?
Posted May 14 2009, 04:07 PM by Catherine Holahan
 
Losing a job can be a sickeningly stressful experience. Fortunately, you can keep taking your medicine.

Pfizer, one of the world's largest biopharmaceutical companies, launched a program Thursday providing medications free of charge to unemployed, uninsured Americans for up to a year. The initiative, called the Medicines Assistance for Those who Are In Need (MAINTAIN) program,  enables Americans who have lost their jobs  and health insurance this year to keep taking 70 of Pfizer's most common brand-name medications, including cholesterol-drug Lipitor, arthritis medication Celebrex and impotence treatment Viagra.

"This is about understanding the environment and the economy. We are in unprecedented times and people need help," said Pfizer spokesman Ray Kerins.

Unemployment claims are at a 26-year high. On Thursday, the U.S. Labor Department announced that the number of first-time unemployment claims increased 5% from the prior week to 637,000. More than 6.6 million Americans are currently claiming unemployment.

Until recently, unemployment often came with a difficult decision: continue to receive the same health care coverage through pricey COBRA programs for up to 18 months or go without insurance. This year, the government began subsidizing 65% of COBRA costs in order to ease the health care burden on the unemployed. Still, an estimated 46 million Americans are without health insurance.

"We all know people who have been laid off recently and have lost their health insurance, making it difficult for them to pay for health care," said Dr. Jorge Puente, Pfizer's regional president of worldwide pharmaceuticals in a statement. "We thought there must be some way we could help recently unemployed people who are taking Pfizer medicines to continue treatment during these challenging economic times."

Puente helped conceive of the program during an employee training meeting during which talk drifted to the recession, says Kerins. Employees began sharing stories of friends and relatives who were unemployed and could no longer afford their medicine, and Puente suggested what eventually became the MAINTAIN program.

To be eligible, Pfizer customers must:

Have lost their job since Jan. 1, 2009.
Have been taking a Pfizer medication for at least three months prior to becoming unemployed and enrolling in the program.
Lack prescription drug coverage.
Attest to financial hardship.
Kerins would not disclose how many Pfizer customers the company believes will take advantage of the program or what the cost may be to Pfizer throughout the year.

"We have done our due diligence," said Kerins. "The reality is it's not about that. This is about helping people and we want people to take advantage of this program ... if you need medication, you should not be without it."

The program could, however, have some positive business implications for Pfizer.  Customers are more likely to stay loyal to Pfizer's name-brand drugs if they can continue taking their medications at the company's expense when they can't afford it and not need to take cheaper generic drugs or go without.

To learn more about the MAINTAIN program call 1-866-706-2400 or visit www.PfizerHelpfulAnswers.com.

 


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LET'S TALK LOVE / VAL ONG'S salimo-ang
« on: March 11, 2009, 04:03:35 AM »
VISION

"Your neighbor's vision is as true for him as your own vision is true
for you."

Truth is that when a rock hits your head, the skull cracks open.
Vision is that hitting a rock against a head is wrong,
because it is killing.

Yes, read that again. That is vision, not truth. In fact, most people
accept that killing is right in some instances. Such
as killing fellow creatures to eat them. Or killing tyrants who
torture or kill others.

We kill in war and sometimes as
punishment. Some people agree with these actions; some disagree. That
is because people have different visions.

We don’t have to agree with other people’s visions, but if we
want to get along without a whole lot more killing, it sure would
help if we respected other people’s visions a little more than we
do now.


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PRAYERS ARE POWERFUL / prayer for life's journey
« on: February 16, 2009, 04:48:36 AM »
Prayer for Life's Journey

O God, Who has commanded that no man should be idle, give us grace to employ all our talents and faculties in the service appointed to us; that, whatsoever our hand findeth to do, we may do it with our might. Cheerfully may we go on in the road which Thou hast marked out, not desiring too earnestly that it should be either more smooth or more wide; but daily seeking our way by Thy light, may we trust ourselves and the issue of our journey, to Thee the Fountain of Joy, and sing songs of praise as we go along. Then, O Lord, receive us at the gate of life, which Thou hast opened for us in Christ Jesus.


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