Aaaaanndd here it is. My own blog. My emotional conduit into the world wide web. My own digital validation that I exist in this mangled and diverse menagerie of virtual, social animals. There you go, Internet. I have succumbed. I have finally surrendered to your metaphorical, technological arms. Embrace me. EMBRACE ME.
I have no idea what I’m doing. Really. It’s 2am of May 14, 2008 (I’m completely void of anything meaningful to write, indulge me for pointing out the date), I just came home from going out with two of my bestest buddies (you know who you are) and I had this sudden urge to vent my thoughts, my ruminations, because god forbid that they lay waste inside my head, destined to be erased by another one of these binging nights. Oh did I forget to mention that? I AM DRUNK. Thank Lord for spell-check and my anal-retentiveness to soberly proof read this after I’ve slept, or else you’d be reading an incoherent gunk of f-bombs and vague platitudes. I AM DRUNK. And I rarely get to be. I’m so arsed-off, I actually thought that was worth reiteration.
MABUHAY SA IYO NA NAG-AKSAYA NG ORAS NA MAGBASA NG MGA SINUSULAT KO. I am Krishan. And no, as much as that sounds like, fuck you I am not a girl. I am 26 years old, recent graduate of UP Manila College of Dentistry, and like most people my age, I’m so full of myself that I actually think whatever it is that I write about is WORTH WRITING ABOUT, let alone worth reading. And that’s me in a nutshell. And if you know nutshells, you could know a lot about me in this paragraph than you would of around 12,657 episodes more of this type of rant. And yes, I expect to go that far. And no, that won’t be the last time I start a sentence with a conjunction.
I guess you’d like me to start by telling you guys a little about myself. But I won’t. See that? That’s who I am, baby. I go against the grain. I’m a rebel, fuck yeah. Actually, I’m 5’11” and about 130 pounds. James Dean’s torso weighs more than me. And I like Wikipedia and comic books. See how internet anonymity is like The Messiah Second Come for the nerds? Hell yeah.
Seriously, you’ll find out more about me in the upcoming entries sooner or later. And as you’ve already found out, I like to go into tangents when talking (writing???) about shit. I think I have ADD or something. Or Tourette’s. Or Alperger’s. The point is, I’ve finally found the gas to actually start this thing off, ‘cause lately, I’ve been finding myself with a lot of insights and reflections, but no channel. I figured it’s either this, or I freak out nearby strangers by spontaneously talking to myself. I think I made a right choice.
So this is only the intro to my goddamned head. First off, no personal stuff. I am a very private person, and any intimate event that happens to my life remains with me. Like I said, you get to glimpse my head, but my heart is another matter. I love my ma, pa, my twin bro, my two sisters, my girlfriend, our two Labrador retrievers, and my aforementioned amigos. That’s as far as I can take you. My most cherished emotions about these people (and dogs) are off limits, but there would be things that aren’t too personal that I can talk about that’ll pop up once in a while.
Second, I believe that there are at least 4 times so far that I’ve cussed in this particular entry. Let this be a warning: I believe that sometimes there is a range of emphasis that can only be reached by cussing, and I will not shy away from using some of these words. I don’t believe that they are just bad words, or worse, “buzz words”, words used to make a writer appear “cool” or “approachable” or “dude-this-piece-is-so-hardcore-and-real-on-the-real-dude”. These are words that I’ve grown accustomed to, through reading, watching, or just general osmosis, and it will always be a part of my vocabulary. Plus, I find it very convenient that instead of struggling to find another word for “ramifications”, I could just use the word “shit”. So these shit will happen, quite often as a matter of fact, so to anyone whose sensibilities are so easily offended, get your Mormon ass out of my blog.
So there it is. My first entry. Before I go, I would just like to say that when I got home this early morning, I couldn’t find that adaptor thingie that connects our laptop’s three prong plug to our two prong socket. So what’d I do? I went downstairs, rummaged through my fathers’s tools, got a hacksaw and a wire cutter, and began to saw off that third prong sucker. For nearly an hour. In two in the morning. Just so I can write this piece of shit. GAWD, I’m so drunk right now.
[PS: The name of the blog and the name of this particular post came from my love of the movie The Untouchables. I've never been to Chicago. I've never even been outside of the country]
