…But out of curiosity and extreme boredom (since i was left locked up in the flat, all the other people in the house left, and having my keys lost, i got nothing else to do but wander around the house and the cyberspace), i answered the call. she had a pretty voice. i started the conversation by asking who she was, and she said, “no speak english”

(the image at the left is miss morocco 2009, Morocco’s entry to Ms. Arab World 2009, not the lady i am referring to in this blog)

I was born on October 22, 1983 in the City of Sta. Maria in Bulacan, about 25 Km North of Manila. I grew up in a small county in Angat, Bulacan and was raised as Roman Catholic.

The long wait has come to an end. I am giving up. I did everything I could to tun the tide in favor of me. I hoped and I prayed, and I faked my emotions. I hid my true feelings. I pretended I was strong. I convinced myself that I could see hope, but deep inside I knew it was a losing battle. And now it has been made clear, “The Fight is Over”.

Nobody seems to hide anything anymore for they blog about anything (mostly about their lives) for the whole world to know. What’s interesting is, most people like to read things about someone they don’t even know. So, I might as well jump in to the bandwagon (yeah i know it’s far too late, but as a mega super popular saying goes, It’s better late than never), for I have all the time in the world now that I lost my job! Yeah yeah yeah, maybe I’m one of the casualties of the global recession or I chose to be a bum. We’ll get to the real reason as to why I lost my job as I tell you my life story (a.k.a. biography) from as far as I can remember.

not even my brain cells, can stop me from sleeping, then i will feel sooooo damn good, and most of the time, have a very disturbing dream, but sometimes, i find tranquility.