"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."
-W.H. Auden, Funeral Blues
But the first three lines are beautiful.
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I so hate you for finding beautiful words like these...awww....i'll be at the bar ops next weekend. promise na yan.
Hahaha! The advantages of an idle soul. hehe.
Sure? Okay. Ill drop by also before I go to Sofitel. Or you can go with me there too! Then we can go back to the BSU's hotel after. =)
Ive been teaching them how to do bar operations. Hopefully, they heed my suggestions. (But I doubt they'd follow the "no alcohol policy" of Ateneo and devote the entire weekend to academic, logistic, and moral support for the barristers. haha) =)
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