Kinky Baler

That’s my porn name up there. First name is your childhood pet’s name while last name is the name of the street you grew up in. I came up with Kinky Baler! And it’s a sign that I will have a promising career in porn. (Since when did porn stars have promising careers?)

It’s dawn here and I am wasting my time writing in this blog (believe me, I am just trying this out) because my supposedly chat mate (who happens to be my dad) is still asleep. Talk about being stood up by a 57-year old.

I never really got it why friendster would have a blog. It defeats the entire purpose of blogging - aren’t you supposed to be anonymous so that people who get to peek in your online diary wouldn’t know who you are? But then I guess we can always write about the general things. No rants about ex-boyfriends and ex-friends. More on recent practical learnings and showbiz chismis and artistas (who hopefully don’t have friendsters of their own).

I used to revere people who keep diaries. The real ones, I mean. Those with fluffy covers and lock-and-keys. I’ve always felt that people who "diarize" have the moment to think about what happened during their day and record their learnings. That’s how Jovito Salonga got to remember everything that happened in Plaza Miranda even though he’s now 80. That’s how my friend Lynn remembered how exactly I could go to Aling Susan’s parlor in Parana-Q.

Now the new diary - called "blog" - well it made journalizing too — POP. Unlike Kris Aquino’s lovelife, I don’t even get a guilty pleasure in reading blogs. It’s too out-there-for-the-world-to-see. It’s too hey-read-my-recent-sexcapades or damn-you-for-breaking-my-heart. It’s too Drama Queen-esque. It’s too I-know-people-are-reading-this-so-I-will-make-this-BONGGA. Amalia Fuentes said it best when Aiko Melendez won an acting award - "Even stupid people can act." Even stupid people can blog. But hey, I’m writing here - so go figure.

Mr Siwa, you owe me big time for not going online. See how bored I got. Now I’ve plummeted to those people who blog (wrong grammar and bad lay-outing and all). But I love you and I miss you (as if my dad has friendster).

Kevyn Lettau concert on Saturday. I really wanna. But it’s too soon - I don’t have a date-a. Coming up next: more pathetic blogs. My dad standing me up on ym means I will have to recourse to trusty (really now) old blog to anti-bore me.