XLIII if there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but it will be a heaven of blackred roses my father will be (deep like a rose tall like a rose) standing near my (swaying over her silent) with eyes which are really petals and see nothing with the face of a poet really which is a flower and not a face with hands which whisper This is my beloved my (suddenly in sunlight he will bow, & the whole garden will bow) - e. e. cummings
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Finally!!!!Ang sarap pala talaga ng feeling pag-natapos na ang thesis. Grabe!!!! After that nerve wrecking presentation last monday, my whole world started to rise up and shine again. Nothing can compare to this feeling. After months of sleepless nights... more
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i second emotion!! haha sabaw