RE1 DESCRIPTION

• Visual
• "torpe" - Someone who cannot show his real self, withdraws from social interaction, has worries on what others may think of him, feels uneasy and lacks confidence in expressing himself especially in the midst of unfamiliar people — these are the basic characteristics of a shy or sometimes we call as a torpe guy. Being torpe is sometimes associated with a person who is having difficulty socializing but it does not mean that he is mean or coward. He may be quiet because of his inhibition which could have been brought by his kind of upbringing or his past unpleasant experiences. But if given a chance to vocalize his real feelings and gain enough courage to reveal himself, a torpe guy is a person who stands firm of his word because he is afraid of rejection and he cannot stand criticisms as bold as others.
• my favorite animal - It can be mistaken as a huge ball of cotton; don’t get surprised once it hops it’s way to find for those carrots. Its adorable ears are always pointed like it always hears something and its cute nose is always moving left, right, up and down as though it tries to smell everything. Its feet are as little as a person's thumb, cute as can be, but are very dirty as though it were splashed on mud all day long. But what I love most about this animal are its round chubby cheeks which I find hard not to pinch every single minute.
• Auditory
• what I hear upon waking up in the morning - Not being much of a morning person, my usual mornings always start with the sound of the buzz of my phone's vibration accompanied with the loud and annoying alarm which is set on its maximum level, I can literally feel its decibels roaring through my eardrums. But what always comes next is what makes my mornings a bit better because I always hear the tinkling sounds of the plates and other kitchenware from downstairs which means that breakfast is being prepared.
• the "sound/s" of happiness - As the buzzer goes off, the arena trembles and goes wild as shouts, cheers and party poppers are given for the victorious team. Screaming at the top of their lungs, with fists thrusting through the air, they knew that with every sweat from each training, their hard work was indeed paid off. Nothing beats the sound of happiness, the sound of pure glory of an orchestra of roars and yells.
• Gustatory
• isaw or other street food - Isaw, a popular Filipino street food which is basically the intestine of a chicken or of a pig, is no doubt my comfort food. Every bite of it is a perfect combination of different flavors: a smoky taste signifying that it's fresh off the grill, a sweet flavor from the barbecue sauce which was generously spread to it, and most importantly it's naturally bitter taste which makes it even more special. The fusion of these flavors makes you crave for more of this delectable street food.
• failure - Failure, for me, tastes bitter as though you want to spit it out of your system because nobody likes its taste. When I fail at competitions, I always accept my failure wholeheartedly but the certain taste and feeling of bitterness, being dissatisfied, often comes out within me. There is an embittered notion inside of me which tells me that I should have won instead of my competitor. Failure is never sweet, because then it becomes success or victory. 
• Tactile
• when I dip a hand in a sack of rice grains - Dipping my hand in a sack of rice grains, it definitely activated every nerve ending on my hand. I could feel every bit of grain enveloping my hand like tiny spikes are poking me and, as weird as it sounds, I like the feeling of it. Ironically, the strange feeling makes me feel contentment, as if the grains are giving me a hand therapy. I think I could even dip my hand in a sack full of rice grains for a whole day and end up feeling satisfied.
• the Friendzone - "I love you, as a friend" — as I hear this over-used oxymoron that this certain boy is telling me, I can’t help but feel like an idiot. My throat starts to hurt, probably because I hinder myself from shedding even a single tear in front of him. I have to act like everything is okay when in reality, I'm not. It's seriously heart-breaking as though my heart is being literally crushed and shattered into a million tiny pieces. Not only this, my body feels like it’s about to collapse. Being on Friendzone is the last thing I wanted to be in right now but I'm always surprised that I always end up standing right in the middle of it.
• Olfactory
• your surroundings after the rain - The unsatisfying smell of a mixture of damp watery grass with dirty mud and, of course, the smell of canals is what I always expect to inhale after the rain. This is one of the reasons why I hate rains: first, it suddenly makes people sad without any reason at all and second, because of the smell after it. I never go out of the house right after rain occurs because the disgusting, similar to garbage, smell of the urban might make me throw up immediately.
• Christmas - The smell of Christmas is a distinct smell which I will remember and treasure forever. Every year on the 25th of December, our house is always overwhelmed with the artificial scent of pine trees that my mother bought from the department store. The smell of crisp and brand new gift wrappers also add up to the particular scent of Christmas. My favorite part, however, is Christmas eve because Noche Buena won't be complete without the aroma of my grandmother's homemade ham paired with the sweet scent of her original recipe of hot chocolate drink made from fresh tablea chocolate.