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About Me
- gRacee Manzano
- kind,loving and dangerous =)) just kidding! Im not the kind of girl who only wants to play love like a game. I want a long time relationship. But sometimes people changed right?? Im still a college student so I still consider my self as palamunin. joke! Im taking up medical course but my interest is not on that field. Oh well, I dont know why? A simple girl from Ilocos who loves tweeting and blogging just to express her feelings.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
My Long weekends
i spent my long weekends vacation in my home town province. Had a great time with my family and with lola. Thank you Lord.
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My Long weekends
i spent my long weekends vacation in my home town province. Had a great time with my family and with lola. Thank you Lord.
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Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
"Continuing to Live"
Philip Larkin, "Continuing to Live"
Continuing to live—that is, repeat
A habit formed to get necessaries—
Is nearly always losing, or going without.
It varies.
This loss of interest, hair, and enterprise—
Ah, if the game were poker, yes,
You might discard them, draw a full house!
But it’s chess.
And once you have walked the length of your mind, what
You command is clear as a lading-list.
Anything else must not, for you, be thought
To exist.
And what’s the profit? Only that, in time,
We half-identify the blind impress
All our behavings bear, may trace it home.
But to confess,
On that green evening when our death begins,
Just what it was, is hardly satisfying,
Since it applied only to one man once,
And that one dying.
Continuing to live—that is, repeat
A habit formed to get necessaries—
Is nearly always losing, or going without.
It varies.
This loss of interest, hair, and enterprise—
Ah, if the game were poker, yes,
You might discard them, draw a full house!
But it’s chess.
And once you have walked the length of your mind, what
You command is clear as a lading-list.
Anything else must not, for you, be thought
To exist.
And what’s the profit? Only that, in time,
We half-identify the blind impress
All our behavings bear, may trace it home.
But to confess,
On that green evening when our death begins,
Just what it was, is hardly satisfying,
Since it applied only to one man once,
And that one dying.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
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Monday, August 1, 2011
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