I feel a some-sorta introduction is in order.
A former work colleague described me as an England-based Japanese-looking Filipino national with a Spanish name and speaks with an American accent.
On December 26, I'll be 27. Yet, I still get pimples! Just last week, I had one bigger than Pluto. Imagine the ninth planet sitting on my nose!
I am a palabok fiend. Pancit palabok for all you ignoramuses is a Filipino pasta made of bihon noodles with a special pork-shrimp sauce topped with pork cracklings, smoked fish, dried shrimp, toasted garlic, garnished with sliced eggs and sprinkled with calamansi juice.
There are 16 moles on my face. That's 8 less than on my arms, torso and back. And 10 more than on my legs combined.
7 multiplied by 8, when you ask me point blank, is 54.
Last March, my local GP diagnosed me with sleep paralysis. It is a condition characterized by the inability to perform voluntary movements either at sleep onset or upon awakening. This usually happens to me within 30 minutes after I've fallen sleep. Good thing is, it's not fatal. But it's terrifying nonetheless.
My tongue is pierced. How does it feel? Go ask the missus. hehehe.
I've been to the United States of America, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and United Arab Emirates.
My portrayal of Adam in my school's presentation of Genesis: The Creation was only memorable because I forgot to ditch my wristwatch before I went onstage. There I was sporting a Casio digital wristwatch while walking in the garden of Eden with Eve. Stylish!
Lastly, I'd like to quote a line from Punch-Drunk Love, "I have a love in my life and it makes me stronger than you can ever imagine."