Who am I?

I am a fan of happy endings. Although I sometimes appreciate tragic endings, I always cry at the fact that, heck, this world of ours really isn't perfect (admit it or not, we pretend that it is a perfect world most of the time). I dream to have a sanely happy ending of my own.

I love the oldies songs. They really make sense - lots of sense - and the songs are made of exquisite lyrics, unlike today's novelty songs which are enough to make one sick by just listening to one line.

I believe in the power of love, though I haven't proven its reality yet. I fall for certain people for a certain length of time but the feeling fades away easily. That isn't love, I'm pretty sure. (Aww, this makes me sound love-hungry.) I'm no hopeless romantic now, mind you.

I write to express myself and pour out my sentiments. I write usually out of impulse. I think, therefore, I write.

I pretend to be obsessed to be noticed. I dress up as a happy clown for people to recognize my presence and to drown the sad person in me. I am a human being too - I sometimes crave for attention like the rest. It's actually nice to know that someone knows that you are there.

I talk to myself when no one is ready to listen. I usually observe the world and tell myself what I think about what I see.

If all of those make me weird, go ahead and call me one. At least, mediocrity is out of my vocabulary. =)