We lost our spring Collection due to our Hard Drive Failure which holds 10 years worth of work....We will have to remake and redraw each and every piece and we will release them on a later season.......
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The life that is not consecrated to a lofty and reasonable purpose is a tree without a shade, if not a poisonous weed. To do good for personal gain and not for its own sake is not true virtue. It is rational to be charitable and love ones fellow creature, and to adjust ones conduct, acts and words to what is in itself reasonable. Whether our skin be black or white, we are all born equal; superiority in knowledge, wealth and beauty are to be understood, but not superiority by nature. The honorable man prefers honor to personal gain; the scoundrel, gain to honor. Do not waste thy time; wealth can be recovered, but not time lost. Defend the oppressed and fight the oppressor before the law or in the field. The prudent man is sparing in words and faithful in keeping secrets. On the thorny path of life, man is the guide of women and the children, and if the guide leads to the precipice, those whom he guides will also go there. Thou must not look upon woman as a mere plaything, but as a faithful companion who will share with thee the penalties of life; her (physical) weakness will increase thy interest in her and she will remind thee of the mother who bore thee and reared thee. What thou dost not desire done unto thy wife, children, brothers and sisters, that do not unto the wife, children, brothers and sisters of thy neighbor. Man is not worth more because he is a king, because he is now aquiline, and his color white, not because he is a priest, a servant of god, nor because of the high prerogative he enjoys on earth, but he is worth most who is a man of proven value, who does good, keeps his word, is worthy and honest; he who does not oppress nor consent to being oppressed, he who loves and cherishes his fatherland, though he be born in the wilderness and knows no tongue but his own. |
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Lupang HinirangBayang Magiliw
Perlas ng Silanganan,
Alab ng puso
Sa dibdib mo’y buhay.
Lupang hinirang,
Duyan ka ng magiting,
Sa manlulupig,
‘Di ka pasisiil.
Sa dagat at bundok,
Sa simoy at sa langit mong bughaw,
May dilag ang tula at awit
Sa paglayang minamahal.
Ang kislap ng watawat mo’y
Tagumpay na nagniningning,
Ang bituin at araw niya
Kailan pa ma’y ‘di magdidilim.
Lupa ng araw, ng luwalhati’t pagsinta,
Buhay ay langit sa piling mo;
Aming ligaya, na ‘pag may mang-aapi
Ang mamatay nang dahil sa ‘yo.
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