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Well, I've always found the definition of self a hard task. I don't even know who the real me is; I'm at the border of insanity, under the mercy of balance of rationality and fantasy.
Sorry, I had some coffee; too much caffeine does this to me. One too many, perhaps?
Aw, what the hell. Let's get this over with.
I'm a struggling writer who's always been under siege by writer's block. Unless a template of some sort have been provided, original works from me come only once in a blue moon. Twice, if I'm lucky. Or if I stop slacking off.
I'm an unemployed student whose motivation to find a job is just to buy the newest Tom Clancy novel. And a Yamaha keyboard.
I'm a native of the Philippines. For seventeen years I've been at ease living in my mother country amidst all the economic crises looming around us. I've no idea that it'll all end when we left for Canada, only two months after my 17th birthday.
A typical countryman would be intrigued by the endless possibilities of fun with a field of snow. I have been one of them, but it all changed when we arrived. Now, I practically hate the goddamned snow.
I think this is enough for now, giving out some information without giving away too much. I'll leave it as is and go back to doing some other stuff. Like prepare resources for my video game project.