Michael

I am who I am. Honestly... (and this is the most honest that I can get) I am an unstable personality. I have a big ego but low self-esteem. I love being with people but sometimes I need some time alone (The I-hate-people mood). I love to party, go to clubs, dance, chill, get tipsy, get drunk, eat a slice of after-party pizza, and crash my friend's couch (or carpet, whichever is available). At bars, I am able to practice my diplomatic skills by telling other people that they are bitches and jerks in a very diplomatic way. Most of my current pals are trying hard to impress women, but I am careful not to beg (there is a very fine line between affection and pity). I crave this natural high brought by Sangria (basically alcohol). When I get tipsy, I become happy, noisy, talkative, loud and obnoxious. But when I become drunk, I get so depressed (count the number of times that I will say "I hate myself"). Oh, and please tell me that I am not an alcoholic. I love bashing the US Government and how they should be responsible for all the crap they did to the world. (This line doesn't belong here.) Moving to the United States was a life changing event for me. I left my comfortable and happy life in the Philippines in pursuit of personal glory. Leaving my social blanket behind made me a loner and a nobody in Washington, DC (Read: I miss my friends badly). Everyone seems to be happy in here, except me. I became attention deprived and now I am starting to realize that I have attention deficit syndrome. This is a sad (part of my) life, I must go back to Manila where I belong, ASAP. Oh by the way, did I mention already that DC pales in comparison to Manila? Bottomline: If you want to become my friend, take the risk. And most of all, don't believe everything that I say, Shiet, is this even me talking? I don't know myself anymore. Bwahaha! I miss the old me. Society can be brutal and crude. But if you do become my friend, I can assure you that I am rewarding. Bwahahaha