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".Adi Dassler -- The Man Who Gave Adidas The Name."
Adolf Dassler was inspired by a single idea
when he made his first shoes in 1920, at the age of just 20.
His vision was to provide every athlete
with the best footwear for his respective discipline.
It was this principle
that guided him right up until his death in 1978.
700 patents and other industrial property rights
worldwide are proof of his permanent quest for perfection.
".the kicks."
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ARTIST
Prince Dreamer
Name: Patrick Fehroz
First Breath on: 04th November 1987
Small Size
Loves Music
Likes to dance
Day Dreamer
Loves to talk
Huge Dreams
Respect people who tries. Even if it is a small thing or even if it fails.
Dance... The poetry of movements.. Every step links to another.. It tells a story.. A story only spoken by a body.. A story which comes from inside.. which never lies.. It let others see what music is.. Fit for everyone.. No matter who you are. Dance is my pulse, my heartbeat, my breathing . Its the rhythm of my life. Its an expression in time and movement, in happiness, joy, sadness and envy!
The Story
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Dreamer @ Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sitting here in this room
Where everyone is deep in slumber
I have this feeling
Something I have been battling with
There is this emptiness within me
An emptiness only One can fill
Yet I hesitate so much to reach out
To the One who heals
My spirit yearns to stop
But my flesh pulls me back
It's not that I don't want to
I'm finding it difficult to
The love that I have
Is above all the love in the world
Yet I search for a love
That will never last
Why does it has to be me?
Most of me wants this to stop
But a part of me wishes otherwise
What should I do, I don't know!
thanx for all the great kicks
Sitting here in this room
Where everyone is deep in slumber
I have this feeling
Something I have been battling with
There is this emptiness within me
An emptiness only One can fill
Yet I hesitate so much to reach out
To the One who heals
My spirit yearns to stop
But my flesh pulls me back
It's not that I don't want to
I'm finding it difficult to
The love that I have
Is above all the love in the world
Yet I search for a love
That will never last
Why does it has to be me?
Most of me wants this to stop
But a part of me wishes otherwise
What should I do, I don't know!
thanx for all the great kicks
Blogged by..
Dreamer @ Thursday, February 19, 2009
was feeling really uneasy all day yesterday...
was looking for events to happen
went to bed at 11 pm and slept till 2 am ... still nothing happened except some amazing dreams...
funny, to me my dreams are always so real sometimes i feel that my dreams are my reality and these waking moments are in fact my dreams...
but how can i support that when many times my dreams do not relate to each other...
i unify.
i unify my dreams and my waking moments.
my dreams are messages from my subconcious mind while i am resting my concious. Bringing out the messages i would have usually missed out on.
and my concious mind puts these messages into actions or remedy the next waking day.
unify.
thus, i unify my concious and my subconcious mind for my unified reality. making it whole. making it full.
i dreamt in my dream that i was awake yet i know i was dreaming but i wasn't sure. then i looked out of my window in my dream to see two men shouting on the streets ...
'what do i do? i don't know what is real and what is not?'
hence, i wake thinking. this is indeed a problem.
but then the next day, i woke up and read a text recieved during the night. my friend told me that he has thought of the name for his tuition centre which he has been wanting to open all this while. 'Unify'!!!
We have been searching for a suitable name for a very long time.
was it not then my subconcious mind's questioning answered in my concious world?
is that not a unification indeed?
i wish all religions, cultures, people be unified someday or perhaps that is a bit far fetched and idealistic?
Well, At least,
may i then wish that every one's heart be unified one day...
unify... Be Unified.
thanx for all the great kicks
tick tock tick tock...
the time is ticking away
but what have i done?
does it matter,
does it count?
in what matter and in what ounce?
the clock that makes us measure our worth.
so what if i hadn't done enough?
so what if i want to do more?
if i weren't doing it NOW
does it count?
so count not what i had done
or what i was to do
but what i do now
for i live in the now beyond time beyond space
yet amongst time and space, i create and fulfill.
thanx for all the great kicks
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Dreamer @ Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Life's a cliche.
Many a times we took things for granted,
Cherishing only we start to lose it.
We may be sad, we may whine.
We may do things we've never done before....
But after these periods, we still have to face the reality.
Time doesn't stop for one individual.
Time doesn't hasten for one individual.
But to realise our mistakes and never to commit it again, its up to us individually.
Currently working hard for my dream, whatever setbacks there will be, i only said "Lets try harder next time" GOGOGO.
This life, this life we are leading. Is it really ours?
More often than not, we derailed from what we want in life because of some simple comments. Comments like "you can't do this, this is not for you,etc"
Think again, we are literally leading a life that others think we can. Limiting ourselves within their narrow vision, changing yourself because of someone.So maybe its time we start finding back what's our own purpose in life and that when we can say 'YES, this is my life story'
As we go on, we remember all the times we had together ,and as our lives change come whatever, we will still be friends forever.
Time flies, leaving only trails of memories. Looking back in our life, we realise there are some things we could have done but didn't. When we are old, we DO NOT regret on the things we have done, but instead, we regret on thing that we DIDN't DO.
So friends, look in our present life, maybe its time we untie our knots
thanx for all the great kicks
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Dreamer @ Sunday, September 14, 2008
running running running
always running
nothing wrong with running
but we forget to appreciate the breathing
that kept us running
breathe is what keep us alive
running and moving help us to get somewhere
there?
there is no there?
just somewhere.
so don't get lost in running
stop. breathe
appreciate the miracle that is not to be reached
but that already exists
thanx for all the great kicks
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Dreamer @ Wednesday, September 03, 2008
why do we have partners?
why do we want a car?
why do we want a big house?
why do we wear expensive clothes?
partners are the tool to the realisation of the self.
when we have someone touching us
we feel good.
but more than feeling good we actually feel ourselves.
how often have you stood infront of the mirror and think,
'is this really me?'
we need to feel our existence
we need to feel we are real
hence we buy a car
excuse being
'i like it' but ever asked why you like it?
or being i need it from point A to point B
get a bus, take the public transport
we need our own space
our excuse is,
'i hate public transport!'
but come on face it Patrick, it's an extension of you,
of your freedom, your security, your ego.
and i admit it is.
we need to feel that we exist
some have more need to do that than others
but realise that no matter how strong your extending fortress is,
you are only YOU!
so build on the inside for a real existence
build within yourself the belief
the strength
the courage
face the existence of the self from the inside
then all your extension on the outside will become real.
'the physical gets old
the spiritual just grows...'
thanx for all the great kicks
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