Silver: I hate my life.

Raff: What's so new about that?

S: Shut up and let me wallow in misery.

R: Awww...she's sad because of the time sucked by high school and Kumon...

S: Yes. Yes I am. I wanted to write a story...but...

R: (grins and pats her back) Aww...

S: Allright, allright. Stop making me feel like a kid.

R: But wittle Swilver is cwute this way!! (pinches cheeks)

S: (punches R in the gut)

R: AHK!! (clutches stomach)

S: Oh well. No-one can tease me and live. Well...sort of. Now for the profile.

Real name: ...I'm not THAT stupid...

Age: Freshly turned 13.

Weight/Height: Never EVER ask a woman her weight. But my height? Uhmm...5"4 or 5"5. I lost track.

Location: Manila, Philippines. Nothing more specific than that.

There. That's the basics covered, I think. Now for more specific stuff.

Looks: Long, straight black hair, taller than average filipina, which isn't really saying something, given that the average height is below 5"0. I'm also somewhat...chubby.

Personality: Seemingly normal in the face of society. Yet, at home...(insert evil laugh here)

Goals in Life: Have a love life, have a successful career, discover/invent something really awesome (say, a time machine), have revenge on the people who have trodden on me for the last decade, get happily married, have unique, interesting and NOT boring kids (I am NOT targeting anyone here) and die in my sleep painlessly at the age of 100 or so.

I Wanna Be: Journalist, psychologist, sociologist or zoologist/biologist. Whoah. That's a lot of -ists.

My Type of Dream Guy: Oh, yuck, I can't believe I put something like THIS here. But whatever. Dream guy: Kind of a nerd, taller than me, interesting, slightly crazy and nice. Unfortunately, my current school holds no such men like this one which I specified. Looks like college is where I need to look.

Hobbies: Drawing/sketching, surfing the 'net, reading and correcting people's grammar. I mean, c'mon, can you just stand around listening to the guy next to you say "That movie was more awesomer"?!

Hmm...now for my favorite part. The favorites. :D Hehe. Made a funny. Uh...never mind. Just...continue...reading. Please.

My favorites:

Well-written, descriptive and interesting stories, with weird characters. (this is why I seldom read fairy-tales.)

Awesome games with terrific plots.

Chocolate anything. Including ants. But that's a different story.

Filipino-style dishes. Especially balut!! (you don't want to know what that is, non-Filipinos...)

Logical puzzles/mysteries.

Flashy, colorful and weird outfits.

The unknown.

Beautiful music.

Knowing gossip/rumors.

Villains. (they're sooooooo much more interesting than heroes, dood.)

Cursing.

That small gasp nearly everyone does when you just realize/solve something.

Animals. Except rats. We've had enough of those already.

Good grammar.

Fast internet connection.

Funny moments in life which can make you laugh, even when that moment was years ago.

Small things which we deem unimportant, turning out to contain laughter, beauty, love, hope and many other things.

The words "I love you".

And many, many more.

I won't go into my least favorites...dood. I'll end it here. But I WILL write more. Promise!

S: Stop being a f&ing sexist. (See? I love swearing!!) Punch me!

R: I know you're strong and all, and can take more than a punch...but though I WANT to hurt you...I...can't...

S: Why?!

R: I feel...uncomfortable...hurting a girl...makes me feel guilty..Even if the said girl beats me up every day...

S: Huh. Well...whatever. I might...MIGHT...might be able to write a story, but I highly doubt it.

R: Is it because of the homework?

S: YES!! Well...maybe...no.

R: Figures.

S: Well..at least I don't spend all day playing DoTA!!

R: Shut up. I have a back-up plan for my back-up plan for my plan. You don't even HAVE a plan.

S: Due to the incredibly violent response I will give to this so-called relative of mine, I am forced to say Adios.

R: Kill me. Go ahead. I WANT to die. Heck, go on and kill me slowly, so long as it WILL kill me.

S: Who says I'll kill you? (grins evilly)

R: But you said--Wait. What are you going to do with the Gameboy? What the--NOOOOOOOOOOO!!

S: See ya!

R: NONONONONO!! MY LIFELINE!! MY ONLY REASON FOR LIVING!! GONE!!

S: Wait 'til Tita hears about that...

R: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

End...for now.