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| User Name: | bro_louie422 Famous |
| Real Name: | Louie de Leon |
| User ID #: | 28956 |
| Joined On: | April 16 2008 |
| Location: | Angeles City, Pampanga, Philippines |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Sex: | Male |
| Occupation: | CE |
| Title: | Senator |
| Total Posts: | 616 Top Poster |
| Profile Views: | 7791 |
| Last Login: | November 18 2009 |
| Profile URL: |
http://www.ex-designz.net/userprofile.asp?uid=28956
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| More About Me | |
| Bio: |
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. |
| Hobbies: | posting non sense ideas at the lakers home court |
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When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" I fondly ask; but patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts; who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait." . |
| Favorite Quote: |
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." There is no beginning or end ? Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift. |
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