Sunday, July 28, 2013

the way to my heart through colored pens. 

Not even kidding, haha! Colored pens make me really happy. Sometimes, when I get sad, I just go to National Bookstore and when I find a pen I like, I just snap out of it. Bam, day made! I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, because it sounds superficial, but then it's really easy to make me happy this way. 

I always bring about 1/3 of this to school because I couldn't decide which one to use for notes, so I end up using whatever I bring and thus the colorful notes:

I'm so obsessed with notes. And writing. Literally. People tell me I have "fonts" because I always change my handwriting. I think it's normal. Ha ha!

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