you pull the blanket and grab things, scrub things, eat things, brush things, and then you walk towards the quasi-source of your education. it may seem like a linear routine, a blind suppression of things more vital, but when the day ends, there is a certain fulfillment that feels greater than any natural synergy. that is, the whole will always end up much more colossal than the sum of all parts.

they say this is art. some say it is mere fulfillment. i think it's what you call reality. it's REAL in here.

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since the start of the sem i had my mouth shut up, like my life has been too dull lately that not even rhetorics could make up for the bland happenings i had been swarming in.

the truth is, i think things are fine, as far as i know. that is, if you exclude the fact that i can summon negativity like a magnet pulling iron, which is rather too spontaneous, which equates to a psycho-like college life. what the hell am i talking about anyway.

i can sum up my thoughts this way:

comm3- prof.antonette bass-hernandez. she's angelic, she's hallowed, she is uncomfortably happy. sometimes she makes me think i'm such a grumpy soul, and sometimes, she makes me think she's taking some drugs.

chem1- prof.titos quibuyen. he is morbid. he is necrotic, necrophilic, and unabashedly 'humorific'. of the 6 meetings we've had, we spent four talking about potent poisons. that's good.

hey. my attention span stops here.

i should wait for another month to regain my verbal cravings. until then, imagine me walking like a retard.