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Davao City

Publication Adviser/Moderator and English Teacher

It could be very impossible for me not to solely describe myself in pure words. I like metaphors and poetry such as- "I am screaming in between collapsing" or "The love had a chance, but it escaped to become a star And if etheran was consumed, you’d see..." or even "Strange to not know when you wake, will I wake beside you?" Pleasantly overshadowed by my ambition to become a journalist but I'm pressed in the noble profession called "teaching". I certainly love music- from cold wars to Bon Voyeurs, from head to toe, from stained to broken, from light to dark, from heaven to hell... no wonder they call me creep, the mastermind of the puppets and lastly the culprit. I drove myself to Art.