I want to be

like the waves on the sea

like the clouds in the wind

but I’m me.

One day I’ll jump

out of my skin.

I’ll shake the sky

like a hundred violins.

 --By Esperanza From The House On Mango Street

2006 hasn't been fair. I do not resent, as the only thing I can resent is the greed inside me.

Somehow I got myself into this deep swirl, with everybody stood aside.

The people I know, the people I love, even the people who love me as I figured.

Have been insolated these a few days. The sun burns up my skin, my hair and my sickness.

I feel weak yet not weary. The Christmas, the New Year, and soon there will be various kinds of festivals.

Oh how hilarious.

This might sound cynical, but take me no wrong.

Yes I am thankful, for all what you have done for me.

E’en for only being here with me, without mentioning the happiness you gave me, tastes like, I’d say, “little drops of

heaven”.

I could not expect more.

Looking forward to our fantastic parade, a wonderful year of 2007.