“Kring, why do you want to be famous?”, somebody asked that me a couple of years ago. I was kind of taken aback and it made me seriously ponder while picking my nose. Hmm… Good question. “I never really thought about it.”, I answered.

I was much younger then. A few more years of contemplation and re-assessment of values and I was led to a not-so-horrible conclusion: That I want to be famous because I want to be a positive influence on others.

Okay, that was an incredibly cheesy and Obama-like line but please allow me to explain.

I’ve always wanted to be a Spice Girl but holy asdfghjkl I can’t eat spicy food to save my life! I mean, I can. But I’d end up sweating like a pig in a sauna and I won’t enjoy my food.

So imagine what happened when someone dared me to eat spicy food in different levels of hotness. I almost passed out (and flew like a bird).

Watch it because it’s made of pure funnysexy crack!

Dear gawd, it’s summer time again. If I were much younger, I might even show a little hint of excitement about it. But I’m not a kid anymore and I don’t welcome the summer with a retarded smile and a “wheeee!” like I used to when I was 8.

To begin with, I’m working now so I don’t really get a “summer vacation”. I once brought up the idea to my boss and he basically asked me to ‘leave his office before he smacks my face’. And I commute going to work. Bitch, let’s not even go there. I’d leave the house all fresh and perky and 5 minutes later, I’d be sweating like a heroin junkie on withdrawal and swearing every single cuss word I know. Ugh! The Manila heat is just plain unbearable! If it was a person, I would’ve long kicked it on the crotch and poked its eyes out. Yes, Manila heat, I fuckin’ hate you that much.

The 2 faces of MY summer. Umbrella is man’s best friend. Next only to dogs.