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I'm a believer that everyone can change. I personally believed that I have. I've developed a better me, I think. Growing up, I have things I can never forget. I wasn't "born with a silver spoon in the mouth" as a quote would say. My family was one of those who suffered and tried to conquer poverty, who crawled for success. We're not really very successful on all endeavors, but we have managed to raise up in every fall and fly higher in every flight. I have a very vivid scene in mind that made me strive more to grow up, finish school and earn more than a person who stepped on my family, earned. It was a scene when I was about 12 years old. My Papo requested something to someone close and that someone turned him down. It wasn't bad to turn him down, I know everyone has priorities and own needs. But what made me hate that person for a long time was that, that person did not believed our family needed help. That person be little us, made stories and continue...

Everyone wears a "face"... More often than not, we would try to read these faces, but we seldom succeed in getting the perfect reason, meaning and interpretation of the "face" one is wearing... Sometimes, we even get confused over dozens of indescribable "face" we encounter as we journey along this life. Most recently, I have had an alarming dilemma... A group of friends were having a party in a yacht... Each of them may only invite 1 friend to join or more if some of them does not bring any as long as the total number of friends on board remains the same. I was invited to join this party one time, and me and the rest of the invited guests were so excited. It was my first time, not to some though. I was one of the youngest member of the team, so it's my time to get this party experience. One day though, one of the organizers approached me and said, one has to let this party go since we have to make room for the "pilot". And if it's ok...