25 Random Examples of Too Much Information

1) I’m the kind of person who never ever remembers her dreams. Though every time I sleep with scotch in my bloodstream, I wake up with a very lucid recollection of a series of really bizarre dreams. It freaks me out a little bit. Now where’s the scotch?

2) My lolo died in the room I now sleep in. From time to time, I smell his scent around the house but it really doesn’t bother me. I actually find it very comforting. Thought it’d be a whole different story if I start detecting his scent in my room.

3) I brush my teeth in the shower. I started doing this because I thought it’d save me time and water. I was wrong but the habit remained.

4) I love train rides. Whether they’re rides on subways, skytrains, overnight trains, etc. I love the feeling of being in transit and of being cramped with people who you’ll never see again.

5) When I watch movies alone, I always watch them with subtitles. Even the American ones.

6) I tend to talk to myself a lot, in my head or out loud. It’s usually in the bathroom wherein I’m at my most talkative. I think it’s because I face the mirror while talking to myself, creating a semblance of conversing with another person.

7) I’m very awkward in social situations. Throw me in a room full of people, whether strangers or not then watch me make love to the wall.

8) If I could be of any nationality, I’d be half French, half Japanese.

9) It was only a year and a half ago that I started wearing sneakers. My middle name used to be “Tsinelas”.

10) I once went two whole days without uttering a single word to anyone.

11) As much as possible, I try not to fall asleep while watching movies in a theater. I think it’s a very offensive thing to do to directors, even though they’ll never know. But a couple of years ago, I found myself being lulled to sleep by Michael Moore’s voice in Fahrenheit 9/11. But then again, that wasn’t a movie.

12) I have a hard time committing phrases, quotes, and the like to memory. When friends start quoting lines from movies, watch my face change into an expression of a kid who’s just been told, “Honey, time for bed. The grown ups are gonna talk now.”

13) I’ve never eaten in a restaurant alone, ‘til last year. It was very therapeutic.

14) I want to go to Stockholm, Sweden. Now.

15) I’ve always secretly wished I were a poet. So much so that I’ve tried several stabs at “poetry” and well, all my attempts deserve to be stabbed.

16) I have a weakness for dorky guys. Trip, stammer, stutter in front of me and I will love you forever. Blather on and on about something I don’t fully understand and all I’d wanna do is plant a huge one on you mid-sentence. I will love you and all your obscure references.

17) I don’t like sleeping before midnight. Even though I’d be really sleepy at 10 pm, I’d feel the need to “rebel” and sleep after the clock strikes 12.

18) I’ve officially been an employee in the advertising agency I work in now for one year. And three days. Where did all that time go?

19) The advertising agency I’m working for now is actually my dream agency. Well waddaya know, dreams actually do come true.

20) I blush so easily. I hate it. I really do.

21) I can’t sleep without the help of a nightcap or sleep aid. And to think that I’m only 24. This is not good.

22) For a significant number of years, a friend’s dad had thought that my whole name was Kai Ty. It still cracks me up.

23) My old Powerbook’s name is Lou, named so after Lou Reed (pretensyosa ka!). My new Macbook’s name is Trent, named after that hot cartoon character in Daria.

24) Here’s a chronological rundown of all the professions I’ve wanted – Pediatrician, Business Woman, Fashion Designer, Rock Star, Advertising Whore, Photographer, Museum/Gallery Curator, Director, Cinematographer, Writer/Travel Writer, Fashion Merchandiser, Store Proprietor. One dream snagged out of 12. I think it’s time for a Life Assessment.

25) I once had a clear book bursting with Backstreet Boys posters, clippings, articles, etc. One day, it magically disappeared. Poof. Gone. Without a trace. Like rational thought when drink is drunk and you’re drunk from drink. My poor, teenybopper heart was inconsolable.

Woman Overboard!

One of my New Year's Resolutions was to write more. This blog is a testament as to how that resolution has been ignored like an old wine-drenched rag, left to dry underneath the oppressive heat of the sun - abandoned, shriveled up, and ant-infested.

I refuse for this blog to be ridden by insects.

And so from now on, I shall do my very best to keep this clean, well-lighted digital place updated a couple of times each week.

Words, it seems, are my only salvation. It'd be a shame to not even try to save myself. Ironic indeed that the only thing that's preventing me from tossing the lifesaver is none other than little 'ol shiftless me.

Woman vs. Self

Borrowed Words (For mine are all gone)

“For the world is movement, and you cannot be stationary in your attitude towards something that is moving.” *

And so another year hangs limply on the rack like a well-worn overcoat.

2008 was a great year. It became all the more spectacular as it progressed because events kept on unfolding that kept knocking me over by surprise. The antidote to a seemingly incurable disease was found, a new job saved me from drowning in a pool of cold, dank misery, new bonds and old friendships were set in stone, the Absolut win, the trip to London, the chance encounters, the rushes to the head, the almosts, the not quites, the not yets, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Though the year that passed was truly one for the books, the lure of a clean slate is infinitely more alluring than breathing in the stale air of the past.

So 2009, c’mon and give me all you’ve got. Dip me, twirl me, fling me in any which way you want to. I’ve got my fancy shoes on and boy, are they made for dancing.

* Henri Cartier-Bresson

The 2008 Holiday Gift Guide to Get On Kaity's Good Side

Christmas is coming up in ten days! My birthday is coming up in twelve days! What better way to celebrate these countdowns than to make a Christmas/Birthday Wish List of Things I Will Never Get, right? Right! So, here we go:

1) A large weekend bag that can accommodate all the excess baggage I have in my life. After all, how can you relax during a weekend getaway if you didn’t have your neuroses, sandwiched between a pile of T-shirts and toiletries, within arms reach?

If I could only get one though, I much prefer a wide-mouth doctor’s bag so that my childhood dreams of becoming a pediatrician would at least be realized sartorially.

No. 166 overnight travel bag

A-Z Collection, Autumn/Winter ’08 Accessories

2) DVDS!

I’ve been wanting, needing to watch any film by John Cassavetes for a while now but I’ve never chanced upon any of his titles in the lair of video pirates. I tried my luck in HMV in Hong Kong but luck was a man masquerading as a lady. So if any of you friends in the States are feeling extra generous, please do ship Criterion Collection’s Five Films by John Cassavetes my way, yes?

3) Books!

For some reason, all the books on my wish list are unavailable here. Why, Fully Booked? Why, Powerbooks? Why, A Different Bookstore? Why?

The Act of Seeing: Essays and Conversations
by Wim Wenders

On Seeing and Noticing
by Alain de Botton

I urge you to read On Love (US Release) by de Botton. It reminds me of those college philosophical handouts though I assure that it won't put you to sleep.

Meditations in an Emergency
by Frank O’Hara

Everything is Cinema: The Working Life of Jean Luc Godard
by Richard Brody

The Art of Looking Sideways
by Alan Fletcher

4) Topsiders/Boat Shoes

Quoddy Boat Shoes

Sperry Topsiders

I can imagine myself wearing these shoes while sitting on a yacht,sipping a glass of chilled champagne amidst the backdrop of a sky that's painted with orange, pink and purple hues. Armed with a fool's confidence that only drink can give, I seem to have boldly declared to take on the challenge of sailing the world’s oceans in 60 days, completely neglecting the tiny, inconsequential fact that I can’t swim to save my life.

5) Givenchy Nightingale in Black, Medium


Dear Daddy,

I promise never to buy any other bag if you buy this one for me. It’s a win/win situation right?

Love, Kaity

6) The newest 13-inch Macbook


Lets hope for the best. I have a good feeling about this one.

7) 300 gig external/portable hard drive + housing

8) Bespoke leather shoes

“Bespoke” has been a favorite word of mine for two consecutive months now. Every time I play around with this word in my head, I can almost smell a distinct kind of woodsy, masculine odor, the kind of smell that I associate with quiet elegance and refinement.

On the other hand, leather oxfords are something that I’ve been obsessing over for the past few months.


Though I’ve yet to find the perfect pair, which doesn’t render my toes useless by the end of the day. Lo and behold, I stumbled upon a blog that pointed me to the direction of a man who produces made-to-order leather shoes. We shall see what happens with that. Lets all hope I come out of that store jumping in the air and clicking the heels of the dandiest pair of shoes known to man.

9) A men’s watch

For some reason, I favor the bulkiness of men’s watches over the small, delicate ones for women. To match the bulkiness of my stomach, I guess.

Stowa Watch

Nixon 51-30


Junghans Chronograph

10) A brown leather briefcase



This is a result of watching too much Mad Men.

11) Rollerblades!
P.S. Gino, I’m a size 6, okay? Thanks.

I find it amusing how most of the stuff on this list is geared towards men’s fashion. On more than one occasion, my sister has told me that I dress up like a gay man. I take that as a compliment.

Get the Picture?

(Simone de Beauvoir at the Cafe des Deux Magots, Robert Doisneau, 1944)

(Cafe de Flore, Dennis Stock, 1958)


(La Chinoise, Jean-Luc Godard, 1967)

"But" is the harshest word that you'll ever know

I’ve been a delinquent blogger, haven’t I? Well, you know what happens to delinquent bloggers – blogcombers by the virtual ocean of nonsense and quick read demons cruising on the Infobahn at 10 MB per second, who take minutes off their precious Time Wasting Schedule, end up creating reasons in their head as to why they hate this particular blogger for not updating. (But then again, I may not be that special but lets just pretend that I am for a second.)

As Mary J. Blige obligingly put it, there ain’t no need for hateration. But yet, it exists, especially amongst lovers. One would be hard-pressed to find a significant other whose certain mannerisms/beliefs/grooming habits or lack thereof wouldn’t eventually be the cause for one’s hair to stand on edge. I came across this funny, albeit a little bit off-putting site that...

...Is a picture book about the moment in a relationship when you realize you don’t love someone completely, because there is one little thing that keeps bothering you. When it bothers you so much it actually makes you physically cringe, you know it’s time to say; “I love you but…”

As I said, some are comical confessions:
Then there are those that make you go, "Hey, waitaminute. That hurts..."There you go, folks. Once again, the innernet was successful in altering the settled state of my mind (although that really is a point of contention). Am I making any sense? Probably not cos it's 1:48 am and my ass is still stuck on my office chair!