tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42217976285032877362011-11-27T16:22:59.291-08:00..the great performances of the Concert King of the PhilippinesBinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-85840292265551816742006-12-21T18:18:00.000-08:002006-12-21T18:19:26.984-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1uk9zE1HXg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1uk9zE1HXg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Say That You Love Me<br />(Martin Nievera)<br /><br />My morning starts to shine with teardrops in my eyes<br />And here I am alone starting to realize<br />That my days would be brighter<br />If I could learn to hide<br />The feelings that I have for you<br />Keep hurting me inside<br /><br />Then my day begins with simple thoughts of you<br />Hoping that tomorrow will be me and you<br />Sharing dreams with each other<br />And making them come true<br />Holding one another<br />Saying all I need is you<br /><br />But will you say that you love me<br />And show me that you care<br />Say when I need you<br />You will always be there<br />But if you go and leave me<br />This I swear is true<br />My love will always be with you<br /><br />Now my nights would end with just one wish, thats you<br />To hold me in the dark and help me make it through<br />cause the pain thats inside me<br />Would simply melt away<br />If I had you here with me<br />And promise me youd stay<br /><br />But will you say that<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-8584029226555181674?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-7937570255160221912006-12-21T18:17:00.001-08:002006-12-21T18:17:31.081-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8pqxxJ3OQW4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8pqxxJ3OQW4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Martin Nievera and Regine Velasquez<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-793757025516022191?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-77107170542873455112006-12-21T18:13:00.000-08:002006-12-21T18:14:07.939-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMxxOhBqZcM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMxxOhBqZcM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Martin Nievera and Regine Velasquez<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-7710717054287345511?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-73506462501775585452006-12-21T18:10:00.000-08:002006-12-21T18:11:00.828-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/piUuqtvKz5s"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/piUuqtvKz5s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Regine Velasquez and Martin Nievera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-7350646250177558545?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-91426466101761871832006-12-21T18:01:00.000-08:002006-12-21T18:02:08.112-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBtfESARjwk"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBtfESARjwk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Regine Velasquez and Martin Nievera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-9142646610176187183?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-8061668345711969312006-12-21T17:52:00.001-08:002006-12-21T17:52:35.885-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqcxlmTcdWQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqcxlmTcdWQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Martin Nievera and Regine Velasquez<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-806166834571196931?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-63249089741792176152006-12-21T17:45:00.000-08:002006-12-21T17:46:04.757-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypnXl7VQESM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypnXl7VQESM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Regine Velasquez and Martin Nievera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-6324908974179217615?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-25088834501819049762006-12-21T17:43:00.000-08:002006-12-21T17:44:16.137-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WW4qrqlW31k"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WW4qrqlW31k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-2508883450181904976?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-10836524598570020822006-12-21T17:33:00.000-08:002006-12-21T17:34:56.936-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCVshqnSA_E"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCVshqnSA_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Amazing performances of Martin Nievera. Experience goosebumps!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-1083652459857002082?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-60442852972872719002006-12-21T17:20:00.000-08:002006-12-21T17:21:10.070-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBzmA7x20pA"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBzmA7x20pA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />This is very emotional.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-6044285297287271900?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-36197428363764259272006-12-21T17:15:00.000-08:002006-12-21T17:16:47.197-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIbSqjuO4Yc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIbSqjuO4Yc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Love me for what I am (Martin Nievera)<br /><br />We fell in love<br />On the first night that we met<br />Together<br />We've been happy<br />I have very few regrets<br />The ordinary problems<br />Have not been hard to face<br />But lately little changes<br />Have been slowly taking place<br />You're always finding something<br />Is wrong in what I do<br />But you can't rearrange my life<br />Because it please you<br /><br />You've got to love me<br />For what I am<br />For simply being me<br />Don't love me<br />For what you intend<br />Or hope that I will be<br />And if you're only using me<br />To feed your fantasy<br />You're really not in love<br />So let me go<br />I must be free<br /><br />If what you want <br />Isn't natural for me<br />I won't pretend to keep you<br />What I am I have to be<br />The picture of perfection<br />Is only in your mind <br />For all your expectations<br />Love can never be designed<br />We either take each other<br />For ev'rything we are<br />Or leave the life<br />We've made behind<br />And make another start<br /><br />You've got to love me<br />For what I am<br />For simply being me<br />Don't love me<br />For what you intend<br />Or hope that I will be<br />And if you're only using me<br />To feed your fantasy<br />You're really not in love<br />So let me go<br />I must be free<br /><br />And if you're only using me<br />To feed your fantasy<br />You're really not in love<br />So let me go<br />I must be free<br /><br />You're really not in love<br />So let me go<br />I must be free<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-3619742836376425927?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221797628503287736.post-12123249150189557272006-12-21T17:12:00.000-08:002006-12-21T17:14:30.084-08:00<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypv8Rwq3PAQ"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypv8Rwq3PAQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Martin Nievera (Chasing Time)<br /><br />Ten minutes to morning<br />A new day begun Aaaahhhh<br />All memories behind me<br />Chasing the sun Aaaahhhh<br /><br />If I could do over, turn back the hands of time<br />I'd know I've been there before<br />Crumbled up pages, stories untold<br />Words with no wisdom no more<br /><br />I'm chasing time, can't look behind<br />All broken dreams in my lifetime<br />Why's the sunset fading<br />I'm chasing time, hoping to find<br />Reachable dreams in far places<br />No more empty spaces<br />Is this time mine - I'm chasing time<br /><br />Falling down on my face<br />No scars - not a trace Aaaahhhh<br />Been down all the same roads<br />Still lost - can't find my way Aaaahhhh<br /><br />Traveling down the highway sometimes I'm in reverse<br />Passing all the signs that go by<br />Which can lead the right way? Can I get there first?<br />I think I'm finally losing my mind<br /><br />I'm chasing time, can't look behind<br />All broken dreams in my lifetime<br />Why's the sunset fading<br />I'm chasing time, hoping to find<br />Reachable dreams in far places<br />No more empty spaces<br />Is this time mine - I'm chasing time<br /><br />Sometimes i don't know<br />Am I chasing time? Im not in control<br />But now I can see, now I believe<br />Its really time chasing me!<br /><br />Piense-en mi y para siempre<br />Sueno en ti En mis sueno<br />Se detiente-el tiempo<br /><br />I'm chasing time, can't look behind<br />All broken dreams in my lifetime<br />Why's the sunset fading<br />I'm chasing time (Persigo Al tiempo), hoping to find (Me sigue)<br />Reachable dreams in far places (Y pienso y espero y sueno no)<br />No more empty spaces<br /><br />The journey begins with you<br />And I won't stop 'til I am thru<br /><br />'Cause I'm chasing time<br />Persigo al tiempo<br />I'm chasing time<br />Persigo al tiempo<br />I'm chasing time!<br />Persigo al tiempo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221797628503287736-1212324915018955727?l=martinnievera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02169113064779941822noreply@blogger.com0