Paul Catiang

Manila Science High School, Colegio San Antonio, University of the Philippines (College of Arts and Letters, Institute of Creative Writing)

Proofreader, English Trainer, Market Researcher

UP Quill, The Conclave (Wrestling) Workshop, KONTRAGaPi alumni, The Purplechickens, 56 Yale Street, and all freelance writers in Manila

reading (mostly fiction, comic books & tarot cards), writing, cooking, cats, White Wolf RPGs (Mage the Ascension, Vampire the Masquerade, Exalted), webcomics (Something Positive, SexyLosers), weebls, coffee, good & proper English

By Author: Frank Herbert, Paul Auster, David Lodge, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Roddy Doyle, Michael Chabon, Douglas Coupland, Alexandre Dumas, William Shakespeare, William Gibson, Mario Vargas Llosa, Arturo Perez-Reverte, Michael Chabon, E.L. Doctorow

Gosford Park, Pootie Tang, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers (extended DVD versions!), Moulin Rouge, The Shadow, The Matrix trilogy, Elizabeth, Fight Club

Dave Matthews Band, REM, the Purplechickens (naks), older OPM (Basil Valdez, Nonoy Zuniga, Hotdog), Sting, J.S. Bach, John Coltrane, Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, Cambio, Twisted Halo, Antonio Carlos Jobim, any of the Brazilian Gilbertos

The tv's busted, but if it weren't: Alias, Smallville, Buffy, Angel, Law & Order SVU, CSI (Vegas & Miami), WWE (Heat, Raw, Velocity, Smackdown), The Practice, Boston Public, Frasier, Friends, Justice League, Cow & Chicken, 24, The Amazing Race, Coupling, Monty Python's Flying Circus, Fawlty Towers

Cancer

It's late in the day, and my cats are getting restless. I
choose to ignore them, however, and focus instead on having
my coffee, that elixir of life Ive been drinking these
past seven decades. -- Some bourbon would be preferable,
but the American government has been having a fit of self-
righteousness for several years now, and it has deemed
alcohol not just sinful, but illegal to imbibe. The
Prohibition, as les jeunes call it these days; ah well,
there will be enough spirits available at Alecs speakeasy
later. Then again, perhaps I shall not drink tonight. -- Is
it possible to have too much excitement in life? So many
bedchambers in which a fleeting hour of passion has passed,
so many teeth lost to disgruntled lovers seeking redress,
so many friends, lovers, family, cast off and forgotten.
What am I now, if not the wreckage of my years? The open
book beside my coffee cup offers a line to spite me: I
grow old, I grow old/ I shall wear the bottoms of my
trousers rolled. -- Alors, it matters not; plus a change,
plus a mme chose. The Hindu delegation in Paris once told
me of returning to life to correct past mistakes. Jespere
que cest possible, I have much to correct. Perhaps I
should come back as an Indian, or at least half, and not
quite so jaded and Occidental. Ah yes, the mysteries of the
East beckon! I shall count the cigarettes I smoke, so as
not to have this cough that plagues my chest. I shall learn
how to cook. I shall learn to put my feet in the shoes of
others, and thus keep the friends I make. As for lovers, I
have had a surfeit to last three lifetimes. -- Still, I
find myself unable to deny the affections of cats and
mothers.

Hypocrite lecteur, mon semblable, mon frre! Actually, if you've read my narcissistic profile this far, you'll do. *grin* And oh, you have to spell and punctuate properly, and not use these newfangled spelling modes that warp words beyond recognition. Case in point: Friendster admin, it's *whom* I want to meet, not who. *wink*