Hello! My name is Kyle, and right now I'm here brooding in Singapore. I'm missing home, but at least I've got Filipina friends here, they're helping me get through home sickness. o_O I am a reader, not a writer. I've tried, but somehow my poor attempts at writing made me end up annoyed and frustrated, so i gave up writing about three years ago. o_O. Anyway, I accept requests for reviews as long as I'm familiar with the original story.

I love to talk, and more often than not my talking always get me in trouble. I don't know where i got this seemingly annoying trait. I guess some people could understand just what i am trying to say. I'm insane. Yeah, that's me. A prankster, too. My piano teacher hates me, and if she's not a good friend of my mom's she would have kicked me out of her dingy cobwebbed music room a long long time ago. I don't think that matters anyway, because the feeling is mutual. Who would like someone who looks like an evil version of mother goose teach you how to play the piano? I still have the scars from where she slapped my wrists with the stick-who's-older-than-herself sort of like the scars on the back of Harry's hand where Umbridge forced him to carve into.

I always make a nuisance of myself. I keep on insisting it's involuntary but my mom refuses to take in that crap, so what she does when I'm being particularly stingy, you guess it: an allowance cut (which i couldn't afford right now), removal of my internet system (without which i would die) and grounding (which i get a lot). So here they sent me at my old maid aunt's place (why do i always get stuck with old maids?) and I'm effin' hatin' it. I wish i could go back to the Philippines where i could ruin the lives of those around me. Hahaha. Sometimes i think I'm better off to Azkaban. Maybe the dementors would give me better treatment.

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