I write to entertain myself, keep a blatantly public record of my activities and maybe meet new people. There isn't really anything special to say about myself since, most of what I write is about me anyway. Perhaps you can read between the lines, or just look at the interesting pictures scattered all around.
Describing myself has never been a major skill, although I've tried a couple of times here and here. That will suffice for now. At this moment, I don't really feel too excited about hey, this is what I do and all that. I just want to write, dammit.
However... I am looking for companionship as I am very lonely. This is what I've concluded after three months of therapy. If you are looking for a twenty-something Filipino boy in New York City, slightly hairy, with some sense of humor, e-mail me. I would love to talk to you -- you don't even have to send a picture!
If anything, I live in the latino-friendly confines of Spanish Harlem and work in the wacko-infested Upper West Side on 85 Street. That's a traveling time of about 30 minutes on the bus. Sometimes, I travel all the way down to Chinatown for supplies or all the way up to Washington Heights to attend sixty-something soirees, but that's mostly it. I hardly step out of the island of Manhattan. That's my little world...for now.
My wonderful gadgets that I worked very hard to get are: an iBook, a Nikon Coolpix 2500, an iPod 10 GB, a Clie SL10 and a rice cooker. The rest of my money will now go to my mother, whom I love very much.
New York City
28 February 2003