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LATE POST! Texts drafted February 24, 2012, just modified
today.
Ansaveh sa super duper late na post na to?
Well better than not doing
this at all.
But here I am doing this in between my lessons.
Yes! I talked to a student on line about grammar thingies while engaged in my blogging world.
Hush-hush!!!
And wooosssh! I finally made one!
Enjoy reading folks!
With my late at night convo with Oscar, he asked me to write
something about him again…
AGAIN? Okay? So primarily he wanted to be the next
item in this blog.
It’s just that it took ages before I finally posted.
In truth, I just couldn't find photos to include in this post :((( .Hmmmm? How’s that?
Well I said I already drafted one but I just don’t know how to put
it into words in a way that
is different from any similar posts I wrote in here.
... and so I tried....
I love you because;
You rock me to sleep,
You make me happy,
You give great hugs, and I giggle
You always want to hang out with me,
You keep me nice and close,
And you snuggle with me!
I love you because... you make me feel better…
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My Father is very witty.
He is also a great storyteller.
He
would let me sit on his lap and he'll talk about anything.
Sometimes if we are
talking, I just don't know if he understands me.
Papa I hope you did.
As far as I am concerned, my father was the finest man who
ever lived.
He was equal parts friend, mentor, and confidant to Mama.
He spoke
without words and loved without barriers.
He was independent and strong, a
stubborn individualist.
I don't know who taught him how to be a father, but he
learned the lessons well.
As I grew older, it was obvious that money wasn't plentiful,
but Papa never lost his enthusiasm for living.
Even his simplest conversations
with Mama were painted with smiles.
He is like a river.
Always in motion, flowing forward with
loose-limbed vigor.
Sweeping past every obstacle with a smile, dancing and
shimmering in the sun. Every door was there to be opened.
Every window to be
looked through.
He’s always been his own person.
He doesn't try to be anyone
else. He’s probably the smartest person I know. He has life smarts — the intelligence that I
feel really counts.
He’s the hardest working person I know and on top of that,
he is also the least selfish person.
He’s a true family man that has always
worked his ass off to keep us on our feet.
He provides us things we needed, while him, he rather use his old ones.
He would sometimes come home late from work, and even in the middle of the night he still plays with me when I'm awake.
I respect him more than I can put
into words.
Yep, that’s’ our Papa!
We love our father as the stars - he's a bright shining
example and a happy twinkling in our hearts.
Happy Friday!
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