Shit. I need serious help. I think I developed some sort of mental and sleeping disorder. Well, the mental disorder bit is nothing new; I mean come on, everybody knows that I am the guy who routinely comes up with innovative ways to fuck himself up (lace a cigarette with Baygon? Sure!); and if you’re a girl who regularly takes the MRT, you probably know me as the sad, creepy, obese man who smells your hair while rubbing his crotch.
Recently however, I’m having a lot of trouble getting sleep. I wouldn’t be the least bothered by it since I’m used to it and all given that I used to work for a BPO company which required me to work night shifts, but two days ago it has taken a turn for the worst. I got home from the office at around 5:30 in the morning and given that I couldn’t sleep, I decided to read several chapters of The Zahir(which, from now on, we’ll call Paulo Coehlo’s lamest attempt to sound more profound than what he really is.). All of a sudden I got all depressed and shit and I kinda tried to kill myself by repeatedly hitting my head on the wall. As with most of my endeavors in life, I failed. I, however, succeeded in waking up my mom who, needless to say, got really upset.
Fellow Man Blogger Adam Mordo who, coincidentally, is a psychiatry nut, tried to explain it to me over one of our nicotine breaks:
Mike "Fucking" Villar
"a Manila-based blogger made famous by his Atrocities of Friendster series, a regular feature he publishes on his blog where he mercilessly criticizes and mocks pictures of ugly people he stumbles upon on popular social networking site, Friendster. Although a lot of people are offended by what he writes, long-time readers of his blog regard him as a brilliant satire writer."
-Taken from my WikiBios page
