Im not really from the Philippines, my country is apparently an unidentified dot somewhere in the recesses of Asia. What you are about to read may give you the impression that I have an attitude problem, but really, im just a harmless drunk.

I am neurotic, amicable, and demiurgic

life is empty. Im waiting for someone to disagree. Perhaps that may bring out the best in me. Curses, it all rhymes... guess that makes me some sort of obtuse suess.

I used to love drawing, music and television. But it all seems so insipid now.

That I look interested.

(a)books: Jin Yong novels, general history, kafka, for better or for worse, ancient issues of archie, thomas harris... thats all I can name-drop for now.

(b)movies: I enjoy both sarcasm and slapstick, favourites including the naked gun, scrubs, blackadder, house, euro trip, the ring, kill bill vol1, bad santa... does video-taping my neighbours count as a movie?

(c)music: mew, l'arc en ciel, the cure, movie soundtracks, deftones, chinese orchestra, HIM, morrissey, suede, NERD, certain shakira dashboard and new order songs, nirvana, pheonix, the starting line, underoath and the list goes on...

stationary, music, humor, my parents, perception, eyesight.

whether i left the stove on.

its rather extreme. Im either watching tv and drawing or grinding at my favourite club.

I used to like the spice girls.

you are high.