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I was laughing at myself the time when I post this entry. Why? Because I just realize how imperfect and obtuse I was. I am trying to write a tula even when I am still a student, but I just can't find the right emotions and the right words that will fit the piece that I am writing so I end up with so many crumpled papers on my table.

And this one, I am not the one who wrote this. Yeah, it's embarrassing but I don't know how to write a tula (don't laugh at me please) but I am trying my best to write one (hoping that it will turn out to be just fine). And this tula was written by my friend; I just posted it here (with her permission of course) because I like the tula. You can also check her blog right here. http://dayanaranicole.blogspot.com/

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