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Oh, I had a brilliant starting! Even if i'm tired..
My sister told me a piece of news that i shouldn't have known till it's official. Well, I'm gonna be a auntie! But she's not prigment, my sister-in-law is. When I found out, I shredded in tears, because I've been waiting this moment for so many years! I can't wait for the baby bash, I can't wait to hold him, to buy him presents and so on, but that's not official, yet.

Then, I'm thinking of taking some lessons in the next semester extra lessons at French and English, for the Cambridge exam and the DELF one. I'm thinking of giving any exam I can find, because you never know when they can be useful.

I ditched today at Physics, because I thought that we're giving a test paper and I was not in the mood for solving that kind of problems. So i literally skipped the class and went to a cafeteria and ate some mint cake. (btw. I love mint)

It was such a nice day.
And my own plans of organising my life are a terrible success. I think of studying more intensely psychology, because I like studying about human nature
I discover new things day by day and I like when everyone comes to me to listen to them and help them in solving their problems.

In the past days I remembered about my childhood. There were times when I dreamt of moving into England (I'm still dreamin' abt that) and my first English teacher said: "oh, you're not gonna like it, it's such a rainy weather, and the traffic, oh, you'll want to move back".. and I dreamt of being an auntie, so here I am, I dreamt of many things, which have fulfilled in the end. So in my case, dreams are becoming reality, and they became because I felt and knew wht I have to do.. And I'm still fighting for my dreams.

The point is I don't care what people say, I'm learning how to live life on my own, and I don't care about anyone's opinions.

But I'm also unlucky, and I don't wanna talk abt that. My unluck causes lot of hatred in this world..
I reminded about these cartoons, A bear for Punishment, how I used to watch them when I was a child! And e me and my sister are still callin' my brother "Junior", because we're mocking of him tellin' him  that he's like that bear: spoiled by ma'bear :>
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Across the roof of palm leaves.
Thunder as thick as the air
Vibrates the hut-walls; Grandma warns
That witches are cackling again.
Mountains tower like forest-back behemoths,
Protecting the jewels of fish that align
The space between each island—a diamond ring
We could afford, shimmering on each finger.
The naked children bathe the next day
After the witches are silent. The river:
A friend of the people; Grandpa taught respect
Of the land, the giver of crops, swine,
And fresh water cascading down the mountain
That protects us; police were for mainland Manila.
School is a bike-ride away; Uncle, on his rusty one-gear,
Takes me everyday, promising a future: a buffet
We learn Americans have—of food and opportunity;
The teacher (as white as chalk) shows me puppet hands
From the brown paper bags that house my stir-fry.
After school: an evening spent chasing chickens
And watching Mother climb the trees for coconuts;
Father—from the Army—doesn't