"No matter how gifted, you alone cannot change the world.
But that's the wonderful thing about this world."
- L. Lawliet
Lio Loco (noun, endangered species)
talentadong bata. bibliophile. death note. baby face. eternally twenty. introvert. stephen king. neil gaiman. red horse. gsm blue. emperador. sprite. family man. bob ong. eros atalia. sacrificial lamb. bruxism. voyeur. different seasons. grammar oc. late bloomer. conrado de quiros. patricia evangelista. dreamcatcher. non-conformist. jessica zafra. butch dalisay. the catcher in the rye. baguio. harry potter. tlotr. quentin tarantino. ely buendia. horizontally-challenged. philippine star. philippine daily inquirer. l. lawliet. viva la vida. holden caulfield. dexter morgan. cute. french fries. kuripot. csi. horror movie freak. sarah geronimo. hostel. saw. walang sense of direction. san chai. couch potato. hbo. wowow. axn. eraserheads. quarter tsinoy. perfectionist. virgo. pessimist. pamilyang basag. frustrated writer. ex-call center whore. cpa. big-time dreamer.
A lot of people tell me I’m special. Of course I freakin’ am! You don’t have to stress the obvious. That’s being redundant.
I’m a friggin’ yuppie in his early twenties but looks even younger than his age, sometimes mistaken for a scrawny 17-year-old virgin and as such, I have decided to become eternally twenty to be on the safe side. Being a perfectionist who does not conform to stereotypes and anything commonplace, I abhor senseless discussions by nitwits but adore intellectual discourses from remarkable geniuses who are in the same league with the caliber of my neurons and synapses.
I used to be a call center whore and more than the fat pay check, the post-shift booze marathon with friends and teammates who have some cool shit to rant about are perhaps what made me stay there for more than a year. Some of the most intelligent, most discerning people on earth I met in this nocturnal hub. Unfortunately, I had to quit the job to finally chase my number-crunching dream. Which I did just this May 2010, having passed the dreaded CPA Board at long last.
I like wearing black shirts even if black is not a color and I love drinking Red Horse booze with pineapple syrup or GSM Blue enhanced by acerbic Sprite when the night is hugged by penis-shrinking coldness in Baguio. I am left-handed and I like to draw but that does not mean I am dumb at Math. Along with English, Math was one of my favorite subjects in high school. I love to watch anything shocking, gross and bizarre; in fact, I find scenes of decapitated heads and messy, blood-soaked innards oddly engaging. I think I'm aberrant.
When my half-Chinese dad chickened out, I got robbed of my childhood phase real quick and was forced to live out the family man title. That was also the time I bade goodbye to the princely way of living in Manila and said hello to the clusterfuck pauper proletariat life in the province. Being the smartass that I am, I excelled academically and graduated half-wishing I had a worthy adversary in the mold of Einstein or da Vinci to sharpen my not-fully-developed cranial muscles. But if you ask me of my biggest achievement so far, I would have to tell you that’s when I sent my sister to schooling and saw her taking her oath as a Certified Electronics and Communications Engineer. I chose to put my dreams in the back seat for her, you see.
When I was still in school, I thought my seatmates were drooling retards and I was an effin’ superior child unworthy to be kept inside such a fucked up pig pen. For chrissake, I deserve something far better than those freakin’ bozos! So if I could choose who I want to share the claustrophobic classroom with, I’d pick Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, JK Rowling, Jessica Zafra, Patricia Evangelista, Conrado de Quiros, Bob Ong and Scott Garceau hands down. They’re writers if you’re that stupid, by the way.
I do not possess the vapid handsomely looks of dumb celebrity stars (they only have the looks but they don’t have that thing between the ears, anyway) but I am not ugly either. Freaks say I’m cute and as in my penis, I think my looks could be thrown up there in the above-average file. I am narcissistic and unsurprisingly, I find satisfaction in looking at myself in mirrors. There’s one flaw in my nearly perfect personality though. I am horizontally-challenged and that actually makes me less handsome than I should be. People have been telling me that had I been given a mesomorph frame, I would surely qualify as a handsome dork. Fine, I’ll hit the gym once I find the time. But then again, I’ve always been busy.
I love writing and someday, when I’ve already reached the stars and danced under stardust sprinkles, I will write the Great Filipino Novel that will put the Philippines in the world literary map. In the meantime though, I content myself with polluting the Internet bandwidth with fuck-me-Freddy rants and unlimited R18 invectives.
I am a narcissistic, angst-ridden bastard in orgiastic moans recluse and this blog is an attempt to realize my idiosyncratic world domination plots. There are currently almost 6.7 billion suckers lurking out there contributing nothing to society but vomit-inducing stupidity. Most of these people are worthy to be guillotined to death for harking out such idiotic yadda yadda's.
If you believe in this horrendous truth, then join me in ridding the macrocosm of these useless, pathetic twits. If you're the twit, though, go find someone to savor your last fornication on earth and then prepare to be annihilated. The world will be a better place to live in without you, anyway.
This is my blog. You either love me or hate me. Adding me in your blog roll list is fine but don't expect that I will publish your effin' you're-going-to-hell comment. And yes, I don't do ex-links. That's being pathetic. The blogs in my blog roll are those that I peruse regularly and normally, I don't tell these people I've added them in the list. If you find that offending or for whatever reason you feel it is an invasion of your privacy rights, just let me know. I'll scrap your site in the list real quick. Otherwise, consider it a form of flattery.
Breathing the SSDD Mantra is my idiosyncrasy in print. If you can't take the heat in this ranting oven, get your ass out of here and continue downloading your Maria Ozawa porn torrent.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
(For sexually-motivated questions, philosophical discussions over cold beer bottles, angst-ridden comments, or indecent proposals, you can email this one heckuva bastard blogger at thessddboy@gmail.com)
