Like everyone else, I write when I feel like it. I write and write and write, and I stop when I have nothing else to write about, or when I get so tired that my handwriting gets indistinguishable from chicken scratchings. Sometimes I try to write when I don't feel like it, but that only happens when I write lab reports or reflection papers for theology class.

I write about life. I write about infatuation. I write about genuine love, or what is usually mistaken as genuine love. I write about what I see on the streets. Or about other people. Or about what I learned in philosophy class. Sometimes I write irrelevant things, like the coffee I was drinking at the time. And sometimes I manage a breakthrough and write about how bound, and at the same time, how freed I am by my humanity. But usually, I write about experiences and imagined experiences. So what can one expect from an egocentric teenage university student like myself?

(I'll not answer that.)

tip -- don't venture too far. save yourself some grief by avoiding my earliest works here. or, okay, you can read them, but don't take them seriously. they suck. they really suck. i wish i could edit them, and i would, but they're there to remind me of how terrible i was in this sort of thing. i keep them for the sake of nostalgia. :)

(Filipino)

Sa mga kapwa Filipinong (o Tagalog na) magbabasa nito: sige, sulat lang nang sulat! Hehe, ipagmalaki ang sariling wika. Sa'tin 'to eh. Haha!

(/Filipino)

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Spare - something extra: something extra that is kept in reserve
Change - 2. coins: coins collectively, especially coins of small denomination

Small denominations of something valuable, kept in reserve.

I like that.