You see me walking around with my huge green tote bag. You see me happily munching on some donuts between classes. You see me not minding the heat and insists on meeting up few good old friends. You see me differently at school. You see me but do you really know who I am?


I'm a quiet person, usually seen talking to cats and trying to comprehend their response. My addictions varies from listening to really old songs my brother stored in my PC, watching chick flicks and cry, always cry at every happy ending, eat anything edible that is suited to my budget and reading anything that can be read by my curious eyes.

I'm sensitive and susceptible to a major nervous breakdown every time caught up in an uncomfortable situation. My eyes are always ready to cry a river anytime my emotional trash can disposes. My public display of weeping is unavoidable.

I have the ability to sleep with my eyes open. That talent, I am mastering by now through the help of my boring professors and freezing classrooms.

Besides all these hidden abilities I am slowly discovering, discovering who I really am is not that easy. I dunno. I suck at comprehending cat's language and so as comprehending myself.