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A Mother of a NationThis is the hardest thing I have ever wrote, ever. And this comes at my heart.
I was born one day short before the second anniversary of the day when the dawn of a new era. And when only when her successor, a soldier and policeman who realized, he claimed or his family had claimed, that he had been disfavored for a crony and then rebelled, was in power, I realized how important is this Second Philippine Revolution was.
To be honest, she knew the road she will take will be hard. She is a self-proclaimed housewife. Her only political learning is what she grasped with her husband. And a doting mother too.
But then, Marcos didn't allow Ninoy to go further. Although it can be truthfully said that Marcos did NOT order Ninoy's death, it served Marcos' purposes.
But then the Filipino people did a face heel turn. They had enough of the rice lines, enough of the rations, wanted instead to make rebels lead peaceful and meaningful lives if they give up fighting, they had enough of this insane nepo
Well, vivi's dress-up game was a help.
I decided to take my own gig at the work. Both of the characters are females.
The first one is the Philippines. I had her dress in a costume that other Philippine OCs usually wear. The hair color is similar to what Philippines OCs are.
The second one is Manchuria. I had her wear Macau's clothing. I also modified her face in Paint.net to have her scar and ahoge.
The Philippines and Manchuria OCs belong to me.
Hetalia (C) Himaruya Hidekaz and Studio DEEN.
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More