Peter John Castro

Only two words can pronounce me well enough to give you a suggestion of what to expect of me...

Convoluted and Eccentric.

Call it inadequacy or to some extent a disorder, but I hardly have the mettle to blow my own horn...

I don't brag... True.

But you should understand that I've always regarded "brag" pretty different from "talk"...

I'm a conversationalist.

And I mean someone nowhere in the seams that define a chatterbox.

Much like the surface of a multifaceted figure, I'm a person with utterly diverse interests...

I listen to rock w/ even fascination of the classical;
I despise the haze as much as i loathe the sun;
I love the brine but incapable to plunge;
I play the strings as blissful as when i'm w/ the keys;
I like the cold but intolerant;
I refuse fat yet overindulge with milk;
I write in heaps likewise I read in piles;
I want a child yet I don't need a wife... (how's that?)

[ Well, mayhap, that depends largely on who's the mate. It's,er, quite negotiable. LOL]

Some call me a "know-it-all"...

I hope they'll learn it's more than a scorn because I'm not.

I barely delight in the best of both realms (the extremes and insignificants) - the viable things- that's why I see a lot...I taste a lot...learn a lot? (Nah)

I'm miserably a "Jack of the Jester Trades" other than the "Master of None".

Literature is my passion...and that goes comparably for photography...

There's oddly this thing about the lens that enthralls me...say something vague with just the naked eye - a single picture may hold manifold stories often overlooked with a glance...

That simply attests I'm a story-teller...guess, I was born to live with that.

However true, I just don't do well in toping up "ABOUT ME" stuffs - it's rather uninteresting...

But then again, i just had a piece done.