3-in-1.
My brain is really interesting. It can manufacture bizaare night dreams and daydreams out of the mere shit food and unalluring tap water I eat and drink every day. I don’t know how it works lah. It just struts its own thingy. This week in particular was like imagination week. There have been millions of random stuff popping out of my brain every single moment I begin to wander off into my subconscious mind.
Subconscious mind. Yeah. Today, I told John and Nalaka I have multiple personalities. But I didn’t tell them what they were. Okay, I’m going to tell them here. My first personality is this crazy flagpole-shaped guy who wanders around in school doing crazy weird stuff, smiling excessively, as if heavily drunk on soy sauce, giving the people the impression that I either have a problem-free, cheerful disposition, or simply an eccentric nature uncommon to most humans.
I dunno. I think I have this seriously introverted personality which pops out every time I am confined to places with people I don’t really feel like talking to. Or to public places. Public areas. I hate talking, actually. Sometimes conversations can be a terrible ordeal for me. I don’t like sharing stuff verbally. I don’t even share that much to my parents. Even friends. I dislike the idea of disclosing my personal life. Okay, maybe my life is just too lackluster or too rigid to be worth sharing about. But seriously, try talk to me about life, your life, their lives, I will just listen. I will listen and listen until I can listen no more. I actually like listening to people. You can categorize gossiping under listening. I just like to listen to people brag, slander, gossip, back-stab, praise, rant, muse, fantasize, demonize, commend, comment, whatever. It opens your windows to the world out there. You see the world in a different light. Different people, different views, different experiences. When you listen, the world doesn’t just revolve around you. You revolve around the world, and you see more of the world than when you simply talk about you and you and you and no one else but you. (:
My third personality is affected by my second personality. So I won’t be talking about it here. d:
rowlandanthony
Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.
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