About Me
0The Beginning
A month after the sickly brother died, he was born. Some say he's an aforethought surrogate by the Great Being for the young lad. Maybe. I am truly sorry for the parents, for after the warm-hearted juvenile came the ill-natured spoiled brat who would cause the family a good deal. Perhaps it was the melancholy pit where the conceiving mother plummeted that led to it. Or why blame the mom when it could just be the psychological make-up of the child.
The Product
While the whole nation was busy commemorating the 10th death anniversary of Ninoy Aquino, the clan was celebrating his first natal day.
After nineteen monotonous years, he tried making sense of life and looking for the direction he so long sought for. Failing after a little less than a thousand tries, he put up with just going with the flow since the universe won't grant him anything, anyway.
Along with his personality, his confidence got lost in the woods and are yet to find their way back home. Right now, he continues to hide in the shadows of the established and the brave. He settles for decent and mediocre as frequent as he complains about mankind. He owes his sanity to himself only, resorting to friends, pessimism, self-pity, and another set of friends.
The amount of humor he is gifted with and would like to share to people is inversely proportional to the degree of happiness he contains. Clowns are the saddest, he is the epitome.
At the Moment
He prefers to be called Dane, a pseudonym, of course. Although he already came out to a few friends, he is still in doubt on revealing who he really is to the world, and what hurts the most, to his family.
He considers himself a softcore activist, being a part of the red political party in UP. He recently realized he had lived a lie, that everything his surroundings have imparted to him are just aimed at putting a pretty face to the truly ugly society we are compelled to be a part of.
Looking his age is an issue to him. The collegiate stress has pushed the cells in his body, mostly in his face, to rearrange in such a way that they are neither good nor decent.
Hereafter
While the whole nation was busy commemorating the 10th death anniversary of Ninoy Aquino, the clan was celebrating his first natal day.
After nineteen monotonous years, he tried making sense of life and looking for the direction he so long sought for. Failing after a little less than a thousand tries, he put up with just going with the flow since the universe won't grant him anything, anyway.
Along with his personality, his confidence got lost in the woods and are yet to find their way back home. Right now, he continues to hide in the shadows of the established and the brave. He settles for decent and mediocre as frequent as he complains about mankind. He owes his sanity to himself only, resorting to friends, pessimism, self-pity, and another set of friends.
The amount of humor he is gifted with and would like to share to people is inversely proportional to the degree of happiness he contains. Clowns are the saddest, he is the epitome.
At the Moment
He prefers to be called Dane, a pseudonym, of course. Although he already came out to a few friends, he is still in doubt on revealing who he really is to the world, and what hurts the most, to his family.
He considers himself a softcore activist, being a part of the red political party in UP. He recently realized he had lived a lie, that everything his surroundings have imparted to him are just aimed at putting a pretty face to the truly ugly society we are compelled to be a part of.
Looking his age is an issue to him. The collegiate stress has pushed the cells in his body, mostly in his face, to rearrange in such a way that they are neither good nor decent.
Hereafter
A big big blur.
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