Mnemonic.
Three words. Eight letters. I hope that's enough for us to remember.
Ang bato. Ang papel. Ang gunting. Iba't ibang klase ng tao. Isa lang ang ginagalawang mundo. Kahit ayaw mo, makikilala at makakasalamuha mo sila. Then someday, you would fell for one. Now the question is, which one?
A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.
The worst feeling ever is not knowing whether you should wait or give up. -anonymous ~~~