Segunda Mano

I didn't get the chance to check my blog the whole day yesterday, and so, when I turned on it today, I was pretty much in shock to see some changes, that I know, I didn't make consciously. The font was changed from Trebuchet MS to Verdana, and a quarter of my links list was gonzo. What the freak is going on? Is some no life douchebag trying to mess with me again? Oh, lord. It seems like I attract hackers the most. It's so unfortunate.

Anyway, my mom has been very addicted to Craig's List. I tell you, we have a gazillion of things at home that are second hand, thanks to her obsession. Not that I'm totally against it, but I just don't like the idea of using somebody else's stuff just for the sake of a cheaper price. Thankfully though, Mama never buys something remotely close to sanitary gadgets, haha, so yeah...we let her be. Today, she bought a sofa sleeper for the room downstairs, plus a foot-on, a lamp, a side table and a couple of picture frames. All from Craig's List. Mama is actually not a stingy person, and she's a nurse for peter's sake. But seriously, is Pier 1 that expensive? I never thought so. Oh well.

I was supposed to see Superman Returns last night. I even threw a hissy fit just so we can go. But it didn't work, as usual. Papa was too lazy to drive, and my brother wouldn't want to go. Mama can't drive, and I don't want to. I was so pissed. But it opened my eyes to something. I have to face the hell of freeways and start driving for my own sake. It can only help.

Have a lengthy and lively spirited weekend, my friends!

What the "fuck"?

It's a boring Wednesday afternoon, and I had nothing else to do but roam around the netopia. I, somehow, found myself in a celebrity blog. Remember Elyse Sewell from the first cycle of America's Next Top Model? Well, I landed on her journal and found some interesting stuff from her new life in Japan...including this fucker.


According to her, it's a menu from a restaurant. Fuck a fish head. Fuck a spring chicken. Hahahaha.

For no reason, actually.

So don't bother asking why I felt the need to make a new blog.

But welcome! I hope you won't discontinue reading my stuff. I appreciate it.

This past weekend had been mentally stressful for me. I had to undergo a lot of thinking concerning my future. Remember the time when elders would ask you, as a kid, "what do you want to be when you grow up?", I honestly can't remember any answer that I might have given to that question. But I could easily point out that I once dreamt of being a flight attendant, a dentist, a police woman, and a nun...yes, a nun. However, it is certain, that I thought of those professions insincerely, I was 5 for crying out loud. But when I look back, I want to blame myself for not taking the years ahead so damn seriously.

I could have said, "I want to be a doctor!" and stick by it, and if I had, then I could most likely be dorming right now in a prestigious med school in Austin. I could have been a productive young adult. But I'm currently not that. I'm a bum, no more, no less.

I talked to my Mama about this, and I straight-forwardly told her what bothers me. When asked, she basically replied, "do whatever you want...at suportahan ta ka". Eh, the instant nod you get from a supportive mother. In the past though, she would endlessly convince me to be a pediactric nurse, like her, because she knows I love kids, and I want a really good pay. But as much as I want to earn largely, I'm afraid I might not be able to stand its duties. I've told her about it, hence her undisturbed response. But she was slightly surprised by my follow-up, "Ma, gusto ko mag-scrubs e. Anything computer/machine-related?", she then narrated jobs that I would possibly love to do. I'm a techy, so this will eventually work. Besides, who does complain when an enormous amount cashes in every two weeks. But in her words, I regain confusion. "No matter how high or low your wage is, it wouldn't matter as long as you enjoy what you do." I am still torn between the theories of wants and needs, but with God's blessing, hopefully I can immediately decide on my future.

Another random story...

I was watching Best Damn Sports Show Period last night, and Raja Bell was on. Mama suddenly cut in and uttered, "Sino yan, ang gwapo?" (who's that, he's cute). And I was like, "what?", well, I don't dislike the guy, he's a former Maverick, he's OK. But I never really thought of him as attractive until last night. It's funny because Mama would praise the guy's beautiful teeth and complexion, repeatedly, pretty much like a fangirl. But I'll tell you what, I was blown away by the way he dressed up. Very Carding! Uyy, may kinikilig diyan, haha! But I now find him cute. Still, not my type, but I wonder no more over Laureen's obsession, hehe.

I have to see Superman and The Devil Wears Prada. I missed The Lake House, but I will still try. Sometimes, being a bum, is quite a wondrous thing. *grins* Happy week ahead!

The real deal, yo!

My name is Kai, I am 20-something years of age, was born in the polluted islands of the Philippines, was sent packing to downtown Dallas when GMA took over, and now permanently residing in the ghetto part of Valley Ranch, Irving, Texas. I'm currently in college, picking up where I left off some trashy years ago, pursuing a career in sports management or professional blogging.

In the real world, I'm popular for being the amazona with angelic features. But in the blogging community, I may be known as the witty, melodramatic, never-holding-back, narcissistic, cursing machine. In my [almost] three years of blogging, I've gained friends, enemies, a variety of emotional turmoils, merciless terrorism, and story-telling skills. At this point in my life, it's safe to say that blogging and I are presently in a coffee-graveyarder relationship. I can't survive without it, and blogging will be extremely dull without a dysfunctional mindset like mine. Totally.

FAQs...

1. When exactly did you start blogging? And why?
It was March 27th 2004, two minutes beyond two in the morning. I just came home from a wild night with friends. It was so wild I realized I've gone crazy in love with this Chinese-speaking California native slash Asian pop star that I had to create an outlet of emotional outburst.

2. So you want to be a journalist. Are you at all concerned about grammar, etc?
No. Because I'm not getting paid for it? I mean, common sense. Blogging allows me to curse - ALL THE FUCKIN' TIME - that's why I'm here. Why would I spend alloted time to tell you stories only to practice my writing skills? Can you imagine how boring my blog would be if I did that? And much to your concern, you might have noticed my over-usage of commas, parentheses, and bad words. I don't think any publication allows that kind of journalism.

PS: So Grammar Police... Scaramoosh!

3. What do you usually blog about?
I blog about everything. Life, TV, Movies, Sports, Kris Aquino and Yao Ming. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-ng.

4. What's you biggest pet peeve?
Extreme fragrances (that includes vanilla scent, farts and Asian markets). But since that doesn't matter here on the internet, I'll just say... WrItInG LiKe ThIs! OhMaHGaWd. ImSoAwEsOmE!!!

5. Do you have MySpace, Multiply, Friendster?
I do have a Multiply account, and it's the naked me in cyberspace. There you can see my fat ass all over, from strolling Vegas to checking out those Filipino actresses in a local California market joint. Also, there's my pathetic attempt on Movie reviewing, the practice of an Ebert-wannabe. My unconventional taste in music is showcased too, as well as a variety of videos that entertain me (and perhaps, me alone). No sex videos for you, I'm sorry.

Friendster is open to potential friends. As long as you promise not to bombard my page with glittery testimonies and video comments. Pet peeve #31.

And as for MySpace? I deleted it the moment Donald Trump asked to meet up with me. Creepy!!

Well, that's about it, folks! Must you earn the guts to ask me more, you know where to get at me. Email, snailmail, fax, text, IM, I don't bite. Just don't call me, especially when I'm eating. I can kill when disturbed. And yes, they're real! Ang hinaharap ko'y parang pwet daw ng bata. Seeya!