For the past undisclosed amount of years Ed jean Orillan has thoroughly bucked the system. She lives in foggy Camarines Sur with her dead fish Larry and a bouncy bunny rabbit named Fred. After selling her rock collection, she ammased enough money to buy and move into a small motor home where he developed a strange fondiness for striped socks.
Prior to his infamous writing career, Ed jean was an overachiever, amassing a siew of unimpressive letters after his name. The trouble is that the five people who know what the letters mean, don\'t really care.
When she\'s not writing, she can be found picking trash up off the beaches, offering rides to the homeless, and roasting her own coffee beans.
Sa ibabaw, ang dalawa ay hindi maaaring maging mas naiiba. Siya y malupit, mayabang, at malamig. Siya ay tahimik, malambing, at mabait. Gayunpaman, malapit ng malaman ng dalawang estudyante kung paano sila nagsuot ng magkatugmang kasuotan.
"DON'T FIRE THIS WAY ... KEEP THE FOOLS IN HAND." FRONTISPIECE
"BEWARE OF SUCH UNHOLY SPELLS," SHE REPLIED.
STUMBLING, LEAPING, FLYING OVER THE DEFENCES THEY COME.
"I AM DYING, BELOVED—AND SHALL SOON GO INTO THE DARK UNKNOWN."
There’s no such thing as number of heartbeats.
As long as your heart knows what forevermeans,
It’s possible that even indeath, it may still be beating…
My heartbeatkeeps me alive.
Your heartbeatlets me know I’m alive.
Our heartbeatsgive me the reason to live.