They say you know when you know. And I somehow know and feel that blogging isn’t for me. But what for is the word “struggling” if there weren’t any “strugglers” at all, right?

They call me by my many nicknames-Ian, YM (Young Master for being “bossy”), Christian, Edward, Eddie, or Iddy-but my name by birth is Christian Edward Sarrondo. My parents got my first first name from sheer and overwhelming creativity, they never knew how to explain it, and my second first name from my dad. 

I am currently a junior Political Science major in the leading and premiere state university in the Philippines, though I always do not like being a PolSci major. I do not have anything against Political Science, especially in the University of the Philippines, but the course isn’t just for me, and I feel it, but I can’t do anything about it, so I rant here all the time. (Whatta sentence construction) My high school education, given by St. Mary’s College of Baliuag, aided me in gaining this strong conviction against my degree program.

I was born in 1992—the year the mother of the present President of the Philippines left her office; the year Pope John Paul II was hospitalized for 3 weeks because of a tumor; and, the year more than 10,000,000 cellphones were sold. I do not know where I was born, nor how I looked after I materialized from my mother’s reproductive system because I refuse to ask. I grew up not knowing what the sign Ped Xing means, until I read it from some Bob Ong book.

Both my parents are business persons, but we’re not rich, promise. My dad manages a sound system company, while my mom handles a hardware shop at home. They co-manage a garments company named after me, because when I was born, the nurse in the hospital apparently believed that an excess skin below my left ear meant good luck. I’ve three great siblings, a boy and two girls. All of them are proud and wise. Nothing more I could say. Oh, and I have the most intelligent, kindest, and richest bestfriend of all.

Music is my ultimate escape to whatever problems I have, and to whatever feelings I need to pull out of me. I depend on my iTunes playlist whenever I study, I am bored, or I feel like crying. I love Avril Lavigne, Jason Mraz, and Katy Perry, and I think I’m inseparable with their songs. I hate something about Lady GaGa and Miley Cyrus, though I cannot explain what and why. I sing a little (because my daddy spent so much forcing me to learn how to perform on stage), play the guitar a little more, and play the piano quite well.

I love reading every kind of book (except academic books which make my brain cry, and E-books which literally make my eyes cry). I also waste time writing in blogs, whether ‘microblogging’ or the real blogging thing, even though I always am unsuccessful in trying to sustaining my blogs’ lives, and even though I fail to apply my writing “skills” in my academic life. I also am fond of movies. From time to time, I critic the movies I feel like disparaging or praising. But I always fail to watch the television, so I hardly get updated of the current events, the showbiz news, and the latest Glee song.

They call me vain (though I don’t admit to it) because I watch every calorie in my diet, every physical activity I do, every pimple that sprouts from my face, and every accessory other people wear. Those aren’t crimes; are they? So it is definitely not bad noticing them.

I prefer sour foods over sweet ones, though I can’t name my favorite sour foods. I love chocolate bars, but not chocolate cakes (I prefer any other flavor of cake over chocolate), or chocolate ice cream (Vanilla’s king over my taste buds). I eat almost any fruit, but I’m picky when it comes to vegetables—I eat them only because they’re supposed to make me healthier. I prefer seafoods over beef over fish over chicken over pork.

I love the color green and I love nature. I wanna be a Greenpeace advocate someday. And on a completely irrelevant note, I wanna be a diplomat someday. I speak at least 5 languages, 2.5 fluently (2.5 because I’m on the process of learning to converse daily in Italian).

I dream of someday being a successful owner, or at least a director, of multinational company that earns a whoa amount and gives some of those whoa amount to charities. I dream to build my own hospital, my own school, and my own simple home. I also dream to fulfill my parents’ wishes as gratitude for all they’ve done for me. I’m a good son, you know.

There are several things that I love that do not return the love: photography (I suck at taking pictures that’s why I do not dream of owning a professional camera anymore), debating (I cannot sustain a discussion without a “kodigo” and I always get nervous in front of people), swimming (I love the water, and I love doing stunts in it, but my lungs won’t let me stay underwater for a long time), and of course, blogging.

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Pusong Cheesecake (literally translated in English as Cheesecake Heart) was derived from a commercial of a cheesecake brand in the Philippines. I first used the name in my wordpress site. I thought of it the moment I was entering my personal URL. Nobody else to blame about the uncool mark the name is giving me, but me.

I started using tumblr March of 2010, with the original purpose of just following my blogger friends. Then, I realized one day that I like tumblr’s interface better than wordpress. So voila, pusongcheesecake.tumblr.com was born!

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