Ambiguity

I don't care.
If it's not clear for all of you.
All I that matters is ...


... It's clear between us.

Text Message

People here in the classroom are awfully noisy, blabbering in loud, boastful voices ... bla de bla de booing about whatever. And I'm scared of her, for possibly hating me more. She hasn't arrived yet.

ChE 131 1LE

An hour before the examination ends and I scribble a letter on my scratch paper.

Dear yellow pad,

Wala na ko may masabat.
My brain is tired ...
Extracted until dry.
No, wait.
Placed inside the microwave for 15 minutes, served with juices evaporated.
It just did some triathlon - jogged, pedaled, swam - around the acad oval.
I'm sorry, dear ChE131 exam. I cannot meet your thermodynamic and mathematically integrative demands. I am full of moments and couples and forces and equilibria from my terrible, terrible exam yesterday.
I'm sorry yellow pad, for having to rant on you.
I'll get back to my exam now, see if I can still do some outragingly wild guesses on it.
Rawr.
I am this close [insert hand gesture here] to passing my paper unfinished.

After a few moments, I then realized I was staring into space, nothing left in my mind to write on my answer sheet. I tapped my pen's ball on my scratch, looking around the room and seeing people busy with either their calculator, pen, hair strands or with the space around them, making the room ... so ... spacious.

(I checked out my paper and managed to scribble some differential equations and equal signs and boxed final answers.)

30 minutes left ...

... and I seriously have nothing more to write.

The paper was passed unfinished. Oh well.