will this just be a wish?

hey, i want you to see me under the shades of the mango tree, wear your bests clothes and your finest slippers, please make your hair done and be extravagant in looking very special. a pearl earrings will emphasize the beauty of your rounded face. please come and feel free to be called my everything. -your love

**she went to the tree beside the meeting place, looking awfully retarted, did not even had a warm bath and smells like a garbage who looks exactly like a streetsweeper with a trashcan on the head. the hair was as dry as the wheats and fibers with dirts tangled with other strands of hair. she was a jerk that evening.


this was applied to my expectations.

everytime i go to our i.a room there's always this determination. pero, everytime i'm being embarassed to bunch of classmtes, parang nawawalan nako ng gana. i'm lacking self esteem, though our teacher offered us for free tutorial, i still dint know why i'm still so afraid to her. she's not terror neither light to us. she is not scary but she is failing us. i thought she'd pass me and the others for our efforts. but im losing my hope, i think she will never do it. but on the other side, even if i'm such a bad student im liking her, just after her mother died and never estimated her capacity of teaching. i even listened more. then everyone tells me, wow dhea bago yan ha. first impression never last, per second impression isn't always right. haha.