Open notes ang MST 4 finals

This calls for a HEHEHE!

I have some sort of sporadic restlessness in me, like the pen on a polygraph machine. It moves along in curves, then suddenly shoots up, blowing a bubble in my throat, making my chest taut, forcing me to move around. It becomes almost unbearable and then suddenly it will plunge, leaving something that feels like a smooth orange wave.

Time is like wrapping papers. It wraps memories, decorates them with sentiment. No matter (almost) what’s inside, it’s remembered as a beautiful piece of past time. That’s why I even miss my grade school years, which were filled with tiredness, boredome and confusion.


Every sentence yawns, stretches, shifts from side to side, and then quietly dozes off.


Nature moves at its own pace regardless of human wishes.


If you want to see something, look at something else.


Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.


Start to write by writing.


Unsa man ni?


Maski unsa lang.


I am not a writer, i mean…


I have never thought of myself as a good writer. Anyone who wants reassurance of that should read one of my first drafts (char). But I’m one of the world’s great revisers (char again).


kato lang.


i HEHEHE na lang na choi.


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