J+70 news...

I shall have a very interesting experience to share with you all!
I have probably found a way of visiting ... A Chinese military base!
As one of my new friends lives just next to it, members of her family have been militaries for generations!
I have seen it, on television (they allowed a film to take place in it), it is a huge place.. With forbidden access!
This would be on Sunday, I HOPE it works out!!!

This Saturday I will go and have my first "hotpot" with two friends from the grade above, so my age.
They have invited me. This dish is particularly famous in the north of china; since the norther you go> the colder it is... But right now, people really really die for it in Nanjing!!!

My sister still has to work harder and harder, there are 3 terms in the year, the difficulty increases at every term. Let's not talk about the pressure shall we?

However, despite her extremely busy school schedule, we still find the time for true quality moments together.
I have so many memories I will never forget!
On her birthday, I have her the t-shirt I have already shown you (I always prefer personal gifts, they are unique and meaningful to my mind); but I also wrote her a poem.
Yes; I sure am no poet... I am totally aware of that, but I have it a try. In English, in fact, to tell the truth, I was fairly satisfied with the result! Hey~ I had some mighty nice rhymes going on!!!
I wanted to give it to her in a special place, (difficult you will tell me... We are at THE VERY CENTER, as downtown as you could possibly get!) but we went for a walk together, I decided to treat her to her first manicure, she was very excited, her nails looked beautiful! And I invited her for a coffee, (it was a cold day), we then continued our promenade in the big fancy shopping center "Deji Plaza", (Gucci Dior Chanel Rolex Armani Burberry and so on...)
We were both attracted by the sound of a piano; in this very beautiful, massive and empty marble hall. We went up, found the piano, and a beautiful woman, playing. We both sat down, I thought this place was ideal so I read her my poem.
I read it very slowly, insisting on each word, because I meant every single one from the bottom of my heart. My sister cried. She was extremely moved.
We spend these wonderful moments together, when we go shopping, or our for a drink, and almost every night, I come to her bedroom (or she comes to mine), I sit on her bed for our evening chat. This is probably the most precious moment of my day! We share everything, I tell her my secrets, what happened in my day, the gossip I have heard... And she does the same!
This is why at school, we only look at each other and we laugh.. Private jokes... We have our own coded language! We know ourselves so well!

I really care about her, strangely, I have really taken the "big sister" role. I carry the valuables when we go out, I'm the one our parents phone. After school, if I stay longer, with my friend and go out for dinner, I shall find someone I judge worthy of trust to take her home safely!

The other night, on Tuesday, I came back home later, because I stayed with my friend. (It often isn't interesting for me to go home and have lunch at 6:15pm, having to eat very fast, since I haven't got anything close to the colossal amount if homework she has...)
So instead, I went to play basket ball, and accompanied my friend to his private lesson.
When I came back home, I was freezing. I can be a little stubborn.. And insisted on not taking an extra jumper... How silly of me. I learn form my mistakes and therefore it won't happen again!
I was in a very bad mood, my travel by bus had really irritated me (people here in the bus have absolutely no respect whatsoever for others; they consider they are alone, and shout on the phone, are very noisy, kick others, push, try by every possible way to make sure THEY have the optimal comfort level... Ohhh I have no tolerance for this kind of selfishness... But I am working hard, trying not to notice it; because everywhere here, in public places; it's the same.
So; I entered the flat, aquite annoyed, I didn't want to speak to anyone, took my shoes off in a rather ~energetic~ way, put my bag down (..maybe a little brutally..), said "hi" to her, and went strait to the shower.
I really thought it was better to calm down, she didn't deserve this behavior, she had nothing to do with it!
When I had finished, I found a letter on my bed. With this inscription "sister, I have never, in my entire life, written a letter before. You deserve to be my first"
My heart bounced, I felt very excited, opened it... I was really touched. My dear sister feels as lucky as me, to have each other!
She always surprises me this way at the right moment, if I don't feel so well, she will cheer me up, without me saying anything! She has a sixth sense, she's amazing!
I will try and take a picture of my poem, and post it.


I also want to say, thank you so much for the letters I receive. I keep them in my bag every day, and read them, again, again....
It makes me so happy when the guardian calls me, and hands me a letter! I run, very fast, and sometimes, drop happy tears!