My birth certificate says that a certain Antonio Delgado was born on August 15. I just ignore it and introduce myself as Lee Anthony Delgado anyway.

I have no inner child to speak of: I am the boy who refused to grow up.

I am an insomniac who enjoys siestas.

I was a sleepwalker well into my teens. I remember waking up at the top of a girl's bunk bed at a resort in Ilocos.

I was coulrophobic and pediophobic in childhood.

I seriously believe that whoever invented Cream-O should be given the Nobel prize.

I set my watch half an hour ahead of time.

I used to wear my socks inside out.

Contrary to popular belief, I don't use gel or wax on my hair. Heck, I don't even comb it.

I can make my ears move.

I can write in cursive backwards.

I'm not comfortable having people sitting or lying at my right side.

I can't stop myself from bowing down when greeting, thanking or apologizing to someone although I'm neither Japanese nor Korean.

I can't sing, dance or draw, but I can write, especially on walls and armchairs.

I tend to collect stuff from memorable days to compensate for my selective amnesia.

When I run out of books to read, I read the stuff written on candy wrappers.

I want a white Bengal tiger for a pet.

My dream house's flooring would be an aquarium full of sharks: it's ceiling would be painted with stars that glow in the dark.

Some people find it hard to tell whether I'm serious or joking at any given time.

My closest friend is ten years younger than me. He calls himself the West Wind.

I don't find it impossible for a man to fall for a girl several years younger. I also believe that love knows no religious differences.

There is someone I'm having a hard time trying to forgive; and she's probably the reason why parents tell their kids to never talk to strangers.

I don't believe in accidents or in coincidences.

Revolution is my childhood dream.

Pride is my greatest weakness.