kalma is 5'2" :')

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

Luke's internally :) rn

can't find the meme go ham if you do @auroradicit's KALMA TARKIN sent: ❛ don’t you believe me? ❜ what if we can have little a trying for redemption kalma. as a treat.

THERE'S THE THING, HE WANTED TO. HE WANTED to believe that she was genuine and that she was trying --- he could tell that she was, he recognized that struggle. he'd faced it heavily himself and still did to that moment. this was just . . . a day he never did think he would see. how long she'd been at it aside, Ben never thought he could be the thing that swayed her. and perhaps it was a bit presumptuous of him to assume that he had anything to do with her change of heart. Kalma never was one to let others have any say in making her decisions, but part of him had wondered if he was even . . . worth it enough in her mind to make it herself. despite their continued clandestine meetings, it had always been obvious how painfully at odds they were.

Ben was silent for a long moment. unsure what to say, unsure what was his place to say.        ❝      . . . I'm not the one you've got to convince.      ❞ he settled on after a pregnant pause. she would have to face the same fires as he had if she were serious about this, if she wanted to make a difference to prove her change of heart to the people who could, and would, help her if she needed it.        ❝      I will say, if you're worried about this, remember that it's possible for anyone. my grandfather managed it, I'm doing my best.      ❞

@strongfuck said: Kalma, be honest-- were you happy to see me again after we said goodbye? | Send "Be honest" + a question and my muse will have to answer honestly

Earnestness...isn't her tendency. It's an unbearable intimacy, much of the time. Old habits and older lessons. She'll try. Rhys deserves it.

"Of course I was. I won't deny I had..." mixed feelings, she doesn't quite say, because the anxieties and pride and speculation and anticipation had been before and after, and if she thought about the moment, seeing him in person for the first time in years?

Yes. Above anything else. She'd been happy to see him, well and successful and so familiar and unfamiliar that she'd crossed her hands behind her back to avoid reaching for him before she knew her welcome. So Kalma shakes her head, offering him a smile and her hand.

"I'd missed you. Of course I was happy to see you again."

You'd done everything we ever said you would and more.

send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.

@auroradicit: “ who did this to you ? ” kalma for luke in their weird darkside soulmate thing uwu

He had to stop himself from turning away and hiding the deep bruise blossoming across his cheek. There was no point, she had already seen. “It’s nothing.” he replied in a sharp tone along and a glare that he hoped was enough to convey that he didn’t want to talk about it.

He didn’t bother answering her actual question, the answer was obvious. His father had struck him. Who else would dare? And it truly was nothing, and maybe that was why he burned with embarrassment. Luke had spoken out of term, which was not uncommon for him, sometimes his father even thought it was amusing - at least when he snarked back to others. But this time he had apparently crossed the invisible line pushing past his fathers very limited patience. The sith lord backhanded him across the face, the heavy weight of his durasteel limb causing Luke to stumble and momentarily see stars. It had been dismissive, like waving away a bug, like he was nothing but a small nuisance. At least being force-choked required some sort of minimal effort and focus.

COMMON CONFUSIONS RELATED TO THE BELIEFS OF SHIAS POST 2

Another question which brings the test. My acquaintance told me, "Why you cry for Hussain when many were shuhada in history? If we cry for him we should cry for eveyone. They are all the same." This hurts me so much. Please dont get me wrong, I am open for questions of all kind. If I dont know something I will be straightforward to say I don't know but lets learn together.

What I do know is the answer to this question. That,

DEATH is inevitable and true that there have been many shuhada in islamic history. But first of all they are not the same. Had they all been same, the killing of Ameer Hamza (ra) would not have saddened Rasool (saww) so much that his deah combined with the death of Hazrat Abu Talib (as) and hazrat Khadija (sa) in the same year made him declare that year Aam ul Huzn.

And Imam Hussain's (as) martyrdom is NOT the same. It wasnt any ghazwa or any other battle against nonbelievers that he was killed. He was killed by people who prayed and recited kalma. What is sad is that Muslims rendered him, his companions, kids, and women the worst and most inhumane treatment. This is a clear indication between the two ideologies, one which is a malign tumor to islam of course followed by yazeedis who supported murder and plunder without fear of Allah and the other one was kindness, negotiation, humanity, reliance over allah, and the utmost resolve. Because frankly speaking I have not seen in history where a man was faced with 30000 spears by the people who worship the same God as him yet He remained more adherant to tauheed than anyone on the battlefield that day. The concept of tauheed is no dilution in monotheism. When the nafs rises enough to compel one to make acts which may tarnish the entire message of God then that itself is the beginning of the dilution in tauheed which is a debate for another day. So, its not the same.

Do we cry that he became a shaheed? No! We cry for the sufferings rendered to him and his family by Muslims. When a Christian saw him be tormented by the forces of yazeed he converted to Islam so that he could defend him. He was killed defending a man he just met and whose face made him believe in excellence of Islamic principles more than fake glory of the forces of the then islamic ummah Caliph yazeed. People found death better than what Muslims were doing on 10th muharram 61 hijri to the progeny of rasool allah (saww). We cry because we are not affiliated to those so called Muslims who could not come up with one crime against which they thought the grandson of Rasool Allah (saww) should be beheaded. We cry over what could have been the destiny of Tauheed and islam had Imam Hussain (as) not risen to say NO to the forceful allegiance to illegitimate caliphate. WE cey over the fact that only two decades later to the demise of Prophet (saww) people plunged in the same darkness, barbarism, and ignorance for which they got revelations in the first place. We cry to keep the ignorance at bay and keep rejuvinating our hearts with the name of Al Hussain (as) against all yazeeds. The question of allegiajce brings many questions on the legitimacy of caliphate. Was it to guide people or to annex more areas and increase political influence with religion as guise? That is something to ponder upon. We dont because we are hushed by molvis. Asking questions is not shirk. God has said, Seek. Why then we must not?

I am writing my response and feedback in a humble and polite manner. I know no one has time to question these thinga then research and get answers. Also many posionous suspicions are spread from inside and outside elements. These statements are familiar to all of us cause we are trapped in the same confused present. Also I am writing for my personal records. Also I am writing because my nana died and I dont have anyone with whom I can make these discussions who actually enjoys to debate.

September 10, 2023

Hello.

okay so 2 weeks of classes na po ang nagdaan. today is a sunday and naga-rewrite ako notes sa chem na ideally, dapat kahapon ko pa natapos. worst part is, nasa review sag pa ako, may part 2 pa ito. wala pa ako nagstart sa lectures talaga. grabe. ewan kung i-review ko pa yung sag part 2, kasi parang drawing2x man lang yun about sa skeletal structures.

so after netong notes ko, need ko mag sts na group activity. ewan ano i-submit ko doon. baka own answers ko na lang. ambot lang jud. cge yun na lan gawin ko. pero dapat before 5 pm matapos ko na ang chem notes ko. may iba pa gud ako na notes na need i-transfer, hahays. slow start pa rin ako as always. may quiz kami about functional groups sa wednesday. huhu. tapos may bio 10 pa na exercise. jusko.

okay cge. kalma muna self. ---

paano ba kasi maging studious? sa mga cdrama ang term nila for stdying is "revise". so revising naman cguro ang ginagawa ko right now - like I am rewriting my notes but at the same time reviewing them. lol. ---

natapos ko na hugas plato hahaha. okay balik na ako sulat. try ko kaya magdere-derecho noh like as in no brakes gid. jusko. ---

sorry nagbasa ko og sweat and soap haha kyot kaayo sila makahilak huhu. okay ari na mag sts na ko gurow. or tapuson ko lang ning sag part 2. gamay na lang man ni.

Underdogs United

This is a draft aotm. Will get back to this after today. LOL.  When two alpha males unite, here’s what you get. :D I have very mixed feelings about Gary Vee ever since I saw his stuff some ten years back. Saw him first from a good number of sessions & pakak discussions with my OG start up tatay HAHAHAHAHAHA.  My first two cents: Digital is but another fucking mythical male-dominated world, after all. Women are muted but I am hanging on to the possibility that women will eventually come around. We always do. We ought to. And at present, the future is female. The future is now. OPAK. Kapit lungs. I-kegel mo ‘yan, mhie. Sagad mo.  Perhaps, this is where I get my mantra which will be put to extreme test. “May bayag kayo. Ulo n’yo dalawa pa. Partida. Ako wala. Kaya tumabi kayo. Ako na. Ako naman.” In love and light ito na now, though as opposed to my then-fucked up radical feminist days and nights.  Funny how someone told me that I really strike him as an “all-girls school” girl. And that I remind him of his daughter a lot. Tawang-tawa pa siya. Sabi ko, is that a compliment or a critique? Sabi niya, compliment. Sabi ko, handa ba siyang maging ganito buhay and vibe ng anak niya. Sabi niya, ready naman daw siya. HAHAHAHAHA. Shemay. Isa lang akong hamak na student assistant and 4 years lang po akong nakikipamuhay sa mga elitista. Pilit na pilit lang ako to be honest kasi alam ko sa kaibuturan ko, I bleed in maroon kaso mother dragon cancelled me out. Sabi niya, dream daw niya all-girls. So, sige. FUCK. Iyo na pangarap mo. Tangkehin ko na kahit ayoko talaga. I remember seeing her kinda teared up nung nakasuot na ako ng fucking uniform with pointed high heels. Very good daw. Looks good on me. Ako naman, bakit kasi ang panget ng uniform? Bakit may uniform to begin with? But, sige, ma. Galingan mong magpagaling para matapos na ‘tong shit na ‘to. Kahit na ang hirap talaga kasi I never felt I fit in sa 4 years ko doon. :D Lagi akong may what if beyond The White Walls. Ganyan ko kamahal nanay kong Taurus kahit sobrang UGHHHHHHH every fucking day.  Don’t get me wrong. My run has been a good one. Inisip ko na lang since all-girls, level ang playing field kaso nakakamiss makipagtunggali sa mga XY. In fairness naman, dahil nga I want to give back sa paraang alam ko, extra active tayo sa extra-curricular stuff basta walang masyadong gastos. Effort lang baon ko saka pangaral at mega push ng nanay kong weirdo.  Even my OG marketing dad asked me if I am all-girls through and through tapos when I answered NO, nagulat siya. Parang may loyalty award daw kasi ako sa tingin niya. Sabi ko, tigil siya. UGH. Weird talaga. I feel I am so kanal and masa kasi so, ayun.  If there’s one thing I like about Gary Vee, it’s his underdog mentality and his triple down approach to confidence. Iba. Tabi. Giba. Wala talaga siyang pake. Siguro, espiritu ng pinisat ng mga grapes. Very graphic pa. LOLOLLOL.  The first time I came across this session with Steven, tawang-tawa ako. As in. Let me get back to this after today. Very IYKYK x iyak pa e. This deserves a deep dive. Or maybe not. LOL.  Tawang-tawa ako sa tatay ko because he was tuned in pala when I was listening to the podcast very early in the morning. LOL. I thought he was still asleep. He noted why the heck Gary’s voice is like that and how he seems to know too much. :D Sabi ko, dad, kalma. Kalmahan mo lang. 

What is something true about one of your OC that they refuse to admit to themself? (Something funny, scary or anything else)

That she caused a plague in her home country.

@auroradicit : [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying / word prompts compilation

Footsteps interjected the sound of her sniffles, echoing through the quiet corridor. Soft, gentle flaps of his cape swished in the wind as Cerulean eyes quietly observed her. Small in physique, even smaller were the tears streaking down her rosy cheeks. Carefully, he sat down ( his cape protected his uniform from the grimy floor ).

Lips twitched before it curled into a wolfish smile ( it did not reach his eyes ). Krennic tsked. “ Oh — Kalma, what's wrong ? “ accented voice crooned in a sing-song melody. His expression morphed into a frown. “ Why are you crying ? “

Gloved fingers weaved through her flaxen hair, “ Tell me. “

@auroradicit​ said : "You look so good. I could just eat you up." You Know

EYES  OF  BLUE  ARE  LOCKED  ONTO  KALMA.  he  would  be  lying  if  he  said  that  the  COMPLIMENT,  that  the  PRAISE,  didn't  make  him  filled  with ��a  sense  of  satisfaction.  kalma  is  right,  of  course  ;  he  does  look  good,  doesn't  he?  the  aveyonian  prince  may  not  be  king  of  his  planet,  but  he  most  certainly  is  the  king  of  vanity.                                     lips  twitch  upwards  into  a  smile  at  the  latter  half  of  her  words.  he  wouldn't  be  opposed  if  she  meant  them  literally,  to  be  honest.  to  add  incentive,  the  prince  shifts  slightly  where  he's  sitting  on  the  chaise,  head  tilting  to  the  side  ever-so-slightly.  it's  meant  to  look  like  a  sign  of  mere  curiosity,  but  in  actuality,  it  is  an INVITATION.      “  is  that  a  promise?  ”    his  highness  inquires,  features  pulling  into  ones  of  the  utmost  innocence.  a  skilled  actor,  through  and  through  ;  the  court  has  trained  him  well.     “  because,  you  see,  if  it  is...  who  am  i  to  stop  you?  i  would  let  you  DEVOUR  me,  milady.  ”

@auroradicit​​  sent :    “What does it feel like? The power.”

    ❝      curious  about  something  you  can  never  have ?      ❞        the  corner  of  his  mouth  twitches  upward  in  amusement ,    though  he  is  well  aware  that  the  power  she  does  possess  is .  .  .    incredible  to  say  the  least .      when  his  father  shared  this  secret  with  him ,    he  couldn’t  believe  it .      the  newly  ascended  Temer  had  tried  to  imagine  what  having  such  a  connection  to  something  so  devastating  would  be  like .      even  standing  on  the  deck  of  said  machine  couldn’t  offer  him  the  insight  he  wanted ,    and  now  her  own  curiosity  has  captured  him .        ❝      what  do  you  believe  it  feels  like ?      ❞

Soulmates and Everything in Between

A/N: Hey! Here is now my two centavos for the Trese/Kambal fandom. I offer to you a Basilio x Fem!Reader fanfic... you can also consider it a Maliksi x Fem!Reader bc it has some parts with Mal. Also, what a title, emerite. It’s loosely based on this song:

https://open.spotify.com/track/4jq5J39hJ28RmDhNp1QkYk?si=1bff151aeec64129

(I had to put a link bc how do u insert a like... song from spotify???)

It was an idea I had overnight so... enjoy!

~~~

You were never one to believe in love, not after breaking up with your boyfriend for 4 years; you caught him cheating on you for 6 months. Basilio was the one who believed in love, despite the destiny that his mother had and that his dad was a killing machine. He still believed that there’s this good kind of love. It has been a year since you two met at The Diabolical, after Maliksi practically pulled you out of your bed so that you can finally hang out with him and the wind girls after two months of moping in your apartment. It was a good time, being able to debate with Basilio that night about love after just an hour of meeting each other in the bar.

 “You know, Basilio,” you said, alcohol streaming through your blood, “love is just a social concept that was made up to trick people to fuck and produce more people. That’s why this country is overpopulated.” Basilio laughed. The others just listened and hummed in agreement. “It’s not just a social concept, Y/N. It’s Bathala’s way of leading people to their other half, their soulmate. He knows that we cannot live alone, so he created other halves for each one of us.” You scoffed and had another drink of your beer. “Really? If so, then why are there womanizers? Cheaters? If that’s Bathala’s way for us to find our so-called other halves, then no one should be cheating. Soulmate my ass, it was never real in the first place. Whoever wrote that must’ve been whack.”

 “Girl,” Amie said, rubbing circles on your back, “kalma ka lang. Let’s just enjoy this night, shall we? No more debating about love.”

 The next day, despite the hangover you had, you were sobered up to the texts you received from an unknown number and a friend request on your socials. It was Basilio. You groaned. “What does he want this time?” On his texts, he apologized about the debate and that he got your number from Maliksi. Good ol’ Maliksi, playing cupid all over again.

 Since that day, Basilio has been bombarding you with texts messages, asking how you were, how was work, or anything in general. It was annoying, honestly, since that you obviously got a feeling that he likes you. You scoffed at that thought. “No way. If he thought he’d win my heart, keep dreaming na lang.” Then, in a few months, it was no longer just texts. He started coming over with Maliksi. He knows that you and Mal were bestfriends. He started bringing food, worse, even cooking in your own kitchen! He knew about your favorite dish, and he just smiled at you when this shocked you. “How?” You asked him as he was setting the table. He then tilted his head to Mal, who was already grinning at you. You just cursed under your breath.

 It was not long when it was just Basilio coming, still with food and movies and haranas. It made your heart flutter, in all honesty, but you tried not to fall in love again. You knew about the twins’ history with girls, how they would sometimes bed them. The thought made you shiver. Still, Basilio was persistent, and consistent. It even surprised you that he came with you on your grocery day at the public market, and he was wearing shorts and sando. He helped you carry your groceries, and put them all on the shelves in your kitchen. “Thanks, Basilio. It’s very nice of you to help me out today,” you said, smiling at him. “It’s nothing. I’d do everything for my girl.” That caught you off guard.

 And that was when you knew you got it bad.

 You were in love. You finally fell for him.

 You then started to shut him out. You started to make up excuses if Basilio wants to come over. This worried Basilio, and asked Maliksi about what happened. “This this isn’t new to me,” Mal answered, “she did that to me too after the break up.”

 “But this isn’t a break up,” Basilio said, a bit of panic in his voice. “It was always okay for her if I was coming over.” Maliksi gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her.”

 You were reading a book on your sofa when the front door opened. It was Maliksi. You trusted him enough for him to have the spare key of your apartment, in case something happened. “I guess you heard the news, huh.” You joked, and he chuckled. “Yes, bub, I did. What happened?” He asked as he sat beside you. You turned to him, and rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m scared, Mal,” you said, your voice quiet. “About what?”

 “Love.”

 Maliksi sighed and you finally faced him. “I understand that you’re scared of getting hurt again, but please don’t stop yourself from experiencing a new kind of love. It’s always good to try again,” he said as he took your hands. You just groaned and tears fell from your eyes. “He’s just too good to be true, Mal. He’s kind, and gentle. He knows what I want and he’s trustworthy, and he helps me with everything I do. He wants to be involved with my life and wants to do everything with me. He even went with me to the public market! No guy ever did that!” Mal chuckled and hugged you as you sobbed. “Then why are you scared if he’s doing all these amazing things?”

 “Because,” you said in between sobs, “what if he changes over time? What if he’ll get used to all of this and decides that it bores him?”

 “Are you gonna let your what if’s stop yourself from experiencing this wonderful kind of love?” He asked you. You just sighed. “Y/N, don’t ever be scared to love again, because it’s the only good thing in this horrible world we’re in. It’s the thing that Bathala gave us so that our souls will be at peace.” He was right, you thought. Ever since Basilio came, everything was beautiful, your soul was at peace. Maybe this is what Basilio was talking about months ago, about soulmates. Maybe he was yours.

 Days after, you asked Basilio to come over, and it overjoyed him. Maliksi told him about your fear, and it was enough for him to understand why you shut him out. When he arrived, you gave him a weak smile. He brought all your comfort food, street foods, to be exact. He prepared everything on the table before he sat beside you on the couch. “Hey, Y/N,” he said softly. You then hugged him. It felt like it was everything you needed. “I know you’re scared,” he said softly, as he enveloped you into his arms, “and I understand if you’re not ready. Nevertheless, I will still be here, because after I met you, and after all the time we spent, I knew that I love you. My soul is at peace when I’m with you.”

 You swore to yourself that you won’t cry, but you did, and he hugged you tighter. It was the best feeling in the world, to be at peace, to be with someone who understands you. You were then surprised that he played a song on his phone. He placed it on the couch and he stood up. The intro played, the very familiar guitar chords spilling through the speakers. He offered his hand to you, and said, “Care to dance, baby?” You laughed when he said ‘baby’, but you accepted. You gingerly placed your hands on his chest, and his hands rested on your waist. It was an odd song to dance to, but you figured that Basilio was the kind of guy to tell his feelings through a song, thus the endless haranas.

 The chorus of the song came up, and he sang along to it. It was everything he wanted to say. Basilio, the guy you just debated about love, is now the man you swore to be with until the end. A secret promise for now. After all, it’s what Bathala gave us; a partner to be with until the end.

@acharnemcnt said: now honestly... what are we to you? | send 'now honestly...' and a question, and my muse must answer honestly

Kalma chews over the answer for a moment, turned away and framed by the brutal lines of steel and stars streaking by. It's cruel of him to ask. She adores him for it.

"The knife and the whetstone. We are--more together than we are apart. A force to be reckoned with."

When she turns back to him, there's something defensive in her eyes. She's not expecting rejection. But intimacy put in such blunt terms was a threat in itself. The knife in question, held to her throat.

"We are what we choose to be. That's..." More than I ever expected. More than enough. "...enough to satisfy your curiosity, surely."

12 December 2021

naisip ko nanaman paano kaya kung ganito (lang) naramdaman ko when this happened early this year.

ano na kayang ginagawa ko ngayon?

mas okay kaya tayo since pag balik mo? hinayaan paba kita bumalik?

wala lang. ang laking kalma kasi ngayon. parang less 10 percent lang to ng lahat ng naramdaman ko non. parang ngayon, kung susubok ulit ako sa atin, iba na o nagbago ng kaunti yung motivation (??); hindi na din ako nanggagaling from a place of so much pain.

i still have questions, still want answers from you. i still want to give my answers kahit wala ka naman atang tanong, lagi ka naman ready bitawan to eh. gusto ko pa din explain sarili ko, pero hindi na nakakabaliw yung urges. yung time na yon, parang sasabog utak ko sa pag iisip, parang lagi nagtatalo yung thoughts; i was even haunted ng past ko na wala ka naman kinalaman. idk. siguro nag sabay sabay lang din tlaga nun yung mga bagay sa life ko; yung situation natin nakapag trigger ng chaos. yung lungkot ko nun, para akong araw araw namamatay.

kahit pang ewan pa din mga naiisip ko gawin ngayon, kasi pinanganak ata ako para maging ganito hahaha pakiramdam ko magiging (mejo) at peace na ako mangyare man o hindi?? tapos Ill get past this na,

ang random nito, pero okay lang talaga ako.

//

FMK: Kalma, Diana, uhhh Shay ig

Send kiss, marry, kill and three names. My muse must answer honestly

  FMK ??

         Kiss(F?) Diana , Marry Kalma , Kill Shay.   

March 25, 2023

Hello.

depota kaayo karon na past 3 weeks ba as ehnnn

tung 3 weeks ago, kay nagregla ko, then natapos na. tungod sa akong relga nawala ko sa progress sa akoang reqs kay 2 days leading up s first day period nako, nawala-wala na ako gana. tapos on the day sa kong period kay sakit akoang pus-on piste kaayo as ehn. naa pa jud koy groupmates sa math 10 na gi-unya unya sa ang math 10 namo na group work mao na naiwit na ko. samok lagi kaayo.

tapos nahuman ra akong regla. tapos nag ...

--- oops nauli na si mader 🥴 basi magsamok na sad ni siya maski naa nay kan-on ug sud-an dinhaa. wala na sad hugason na daghan unya nagapilo ug nilabhan akong manghod. samok jud siya as inn grrrr ---

... okay-okay na ko so nakapatuloy na ko ug apas sa akoang reqs. then nag-inom ko ug yakult duha kabuok mga sunday sa 2nd week. then nagkalibanga ko yawa jud. as ehn. then 2 days bale tuesday kay naginom na ko ug loperamide. then na-okay na pero weird gihapon. gipadayon gihapon nako ang inom ug isa pa ka yakult kay based sa cge nako ug search2x kay dili lagi mag-cause ug problem ang yakult. so mao to nagatuo ko na naa na jud daan problema akoang gut tapos nareveal lang after nako mag-inom ug yakult. so ayown. sa end ng 2nd week na okay rin ako. buti na lang as in buti na lang talaga kay walay f2f na klase ato na week. jusko. maayo na lang jud. then karon na week bago lang natapos mao na ni ang 3rd week. tung saturday last week bale end sa 2nd weeka and start sa 3rd week, kay naa sad ko ginaapas na reqs katung sa PE. TAPOS SI MADER ASKANG SABAA GIHAPON CGEG KANTA MASKI ALAS 11 na sa depunyeta na gabii. mao ta gapanggigil jud ko aton. pero nahuman ang akong infographic pero dili jud ko proud ato jud T^T.

hahays... cge lang.

kalma lang.

basta karon na saturday alas 5 sa hapon, dapat ko makahuman notes sa module 5, 6 ug 7 sa stat 1 then para makaderecho nako answer sa lab exer 3. tapos mag math 10 ko na module 4. tung tanan sa lecture 4 aron ma-answeran na nako tung assignment. askang ulawa jud ug mabagsak ko sa math 10 na kadali-dali na lang jud unta ani.

cge go lang tayo. wew.

next week sa friday bale march 31 kay exam namo sa chem 22 ug sa stat 1. ambot kung naa sad exam sa math 26. jusko.

update sa akong enrollment requirements, nasubmit na nako akoang completely signed na permit to transfer. ang kulang na lang jud kay ang TOR nako.

so mao ra to. hnggg pls pls unta wala nay additional problems fromthis point on, from the time mapost nako hangtod sa mahuman nako ug asnwer ang math 10 na assignment.

birthday diay tugn 23 sa akong lodi na sir huang renjun. 23 years old na si koya. ako mag 22 na sad karong june. heehee.

tapos gastart na ug lingaw akoang chinese learnign journey. kay makagets gets na ko kay laoshi, sa iyahang teaching style. ug makagets na sad ko sa mga ginapang-ingon ni lodi chenle. this is progress that means nagegets ko na ug sugod ang tanan natun-an nako sa akong mandarin classes.

ayown lang

yati katugon na sad ko ug sugod. cge lang go lang self. kaya mo ni.