Even slumbooks get updated, You see, this one Reads like a Friendster testi: My character is qualified as (1) hilarious, (2) geeky, (3) flirtatious, (4) crazy But stats are inescapable For you have my first name (Cesario, Jr.), Last name (Minor), Addresses (Tarlac and Nueva Ecija), I half-expect adding my suking tindahan And proof of purchase. No date of birth, zodiac or favorite shade (which, By the way, is never white—a non-color, technically) But my age (27), Sex (M, which does not stand for "Madalas") Height (5’, 5”, whether lying or Erect—my body, I mean), Built (slim), Complexion (brown), School (UPD), Course (I’m an English Major). Nobody bothers to ask Why I love literature, Or would I die to see Latin America, Or what makes Juday a pop icon. Always it’s about how much I earn, How many times (hint…hint), How many lays. Numbers—these are human fancy.
I wish I could simplify And just say, “This is me,” But this outrageous world is obsessed with statistics, Boxing up everything oh so neatly Without me putting up a fight Though armed with a keyboard With a functioning DELETE key.
comparative literature major from the state university, boyish-looking, 5'5", slim, brown, clean-cut, clear-faced, originally from nueva ecija and tarlac, hilarious, smart, flirtatious, literary-inclined, temperamental,in the brink of OC-ness. "'di ba, ako'y tao lang na nadadarang at natutukso rin...?" drop me a line at yahoo messenger: firstname.lastname@example.org; email: email@example.com;
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