the kind of girl who always has a pen in one pocket and a half-filled notebook in her bag.

She writes randomly. 
A line about the rain while waiting for jeepney. 
A character name on a receipt. 
A whole paragraph on her phone notes at 2am because one sentence wouldn't leave her head.

Nothing's too small to turn into words. Coffee stains become metaphors. Random conversations become dialogue. That weird cloud looks like a plot twist and suddenly she's jotting it down.

She doesn't write for an audience. She writes because her brain gets loud and putting it on paper makes it quiet. Some pages are messy, some are poems, some are just "remember this feeling." 

She's curious, observant, and a little chaotic in the best way. If you sit next to her, expect sudden questions like "what if that stranger had a secret?" followed by three minutes of furious typing.