Huling Hirit Sa Tag-Init
Sunday, May 31, 2009 @ 8:00 PM
It's my last day of summer; No more nexts. I'll be entering school soon. And I think I should have said sooner ‘cause it’ll be tomorrow. I’ll be starting to dread again with homeworks and schoolworks that will consume all my time and make my brain twist like crazy. As if I never encountered this problem before. It’s just that every school year, it keeps on pushing to its limit. It keeps on getting harder and harder. Imagine a heap of books that’s being loaded with another book, and another, and another. It keeps on getting heavier every time you stack another. That’s how hard, and not to mention how heavy school can get. Well let’s just see hot it is this year. Bless me.
Before I go back to school, I swept the leaves outside our house, water the plants and got rid of the weeds which grow everywhere. That’s because my mom told me to do so. I quite like it; So that I can get Vitamin D and not just imprison myself inside.
And my curiosity isn’t bound to end yet. I’ve been asking what tree actually grew and blossomed right at the lot where our previous house was. It bears small reddish fruits. According to my mom, it’s edible; But really, I can’t stand the smell of it. Its taste sucks. And when you touch its leaves, it has this freakish different texture that most leaves doesn’t have. It also gives me a hard time sweeping all its dried leaves that falls nonstop. Don’t you think we should grab an ax and get it down now?
I find the flower of a guava really fragrant. I mean it. When you get the chance to stumble upon a guava tree, try to smell its flowers. Well if you happen to stumble upon a guava tree without flowers, just wait ‘til it blooms again. It blossoms nicely during Spring.
And, and, and would you believe if a pineapple would grow in your own pot at home? I would find it impossible ‘til I saw it myself. It’s amazing. The fruit is still tiny though I want to get a knife and cut it already, ‘cause I can’t wait to eat it now.
Last blog post before I go. Ciao
mitchinary
I go by the name of Michelle.
Mitchie, Angela? It’s your choice.
Grows young every 9th of August.
Lives in the pearl of the orient seas;
But wants to get out of here now.
I’m mediocre, weird, naughty, outcast,
and a nomad.
I'm gullible most of the time.
now that you know, don't abuse it.