Sustenance for the Soul
This is one of the main reasons why life is worth living.
I know the best things in life are often (very) expensive – I’m not gonna be a hypocrite… I’m gonna be soo happy if I got a brand new Maybach, a crocodile Birkin IN NEON PINK with diamonds, a gorgeous De Grisogono watch or a new massive pink diamond Graff ring that’s huge enough to create a fuckin hole as big as the Grand Canyon on someone’s face when I punch them… but hey… I’m not gonna complain if something is being given to me for free.
It’s not everyday that I get very sweaty, young, aspiring porn star males with construction worker-like bodies from Canada take their shirts off and pose for the camera.
I’m telling you… it’s images like these that pretty much keep me going. Images that depict your unconditional love serve as vital life support to my dreary, dull life.
Even Jessie and Natalie (from Malaysia), sent their love from the fabulous The Datai in Langkawi. Lucky bitches… I NEED A BEACH HOLIDAY!!!!!!!
What are you waiting for?
Everyone’s got a friggin camera these days – digital cameras, webcams, mobile phones, whatever. Be creative and take a photo of your love. Email firstname.lastname@example.org. Be creative… please? None of those photoshopped crap.
I would literally cream my pants if anyone of you manage to get an entire gang of muscled fire fighters (or any men in uniform for that matter) strip and hold a sign over their genitals. I’d die a happy old woman if that happens.
Fashion First Before Comfort
Last night was funny. I’ve never had a fashion failure moment (thanks to sheer stupidity) in the longest time.
I got invited to a friend’s birthday party at a local bar yesterday night. Everyone should wear blue because duh, it was a blue-themed party.
You see, I’m generally confident in whatever I put on. I usually just don’t give a shit whether my clothes look good on me or not. It’s always about how I feel, my mood and my attitude. To some, yes, I look fabulous. To most, well, I look like fashion roadkill. Whatever. What really matters is how I feel. If I feel good in spite of others thinking I look like crap, good.
I literally had nothing to wear yesterday. I thought I’d give my navy blue men’s (it’s the smallest for men’s… in my books, it’s OVERSIZED) velvet dinner jacket a shot. I bought it last year and I haven’t worn it.
And since my mother was out, I thought I’d raid her wardrobe for good finds. That woman HATES it whenever my siblings and I go to her closet.
I found a really old gold Chanel belt with stones. It’s amazing what kind of treasures I find in my mom’s closet.
I have no idea whether it can be considered as vintage. All I know is the fact that it’s old and several seasons ago. I think it’s the year when Shalom Harlow and Stella Tenant came out with those skin-tight, beige beaded Chanel dresses.
I wore the oversized navy blue velvet jacket on its own. I cinched (? I don’t know the right word) the sleeves down to my elbows. I wore the Chanel piece high up on the waist ala a Yves Saint Laurent. I thought the Charles Jourdan jeweled bag complimented the look.
With my hair slicked to the side, damn, I thought I looked smashing.
I thought I looked FABULOUS.
I arrived at the party alone. I said hi to DJ (the birthday celebrant) and to several familiar faces.
I was smoking outside – I HATE THE INDOOR NONSMOKING LAW IN THE CITY OF MAKATI. SOMEONE PLEASE ABOLISH THIS LAW BECAUSE IT’S KILLING ME FASTER THAN NICOTINE – and there was a table with several girls (who eventually introduced themselves… Hi MICHELLE :P) I didn’t knew who recognized me and said "Bryanboy!".
I’m still not used to people approaching me (don’t get me wrong… I love it… and I FUCKING ENCOURAGE IT… DON’T BE SHY, SAY HI… I DON’T BITE…. JUST DON’T LAUGH AT ME CAUSE I HAVE NO SOCIAL SKILLS WHATSOEVER AND I DO FEEL LIKE A TWAT SOMETIMES… hahaha) so I ended up getting all nervous. All I said was "sorry" and I ran to the toilets faster than the speed of light.
There weren’t a lot of people when I got there so it was kinda awkward. I didn’t want to play tails and tag along with people so I thought it would be best if I get a drink, smoke outside the bar and wallow in loneliness.
That’s when I started getting hot flashes… there I was, looking all cool and good then my forehead started to sweat like a rapist.
WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD WEAR A VELVET JACKET IN THIS HOT AND HUMID WEATHER ANYWAY?
I couldn’t bear it any longer so I bid my BRBs to my friend and told him I’m gonna go back home and change.
I HAVEN’T SPENT MORE THAN 15 MINUTES from the time I arrived!!!!!
It was HELL, I’m telling you.
I told my driver to bring me home and I settled for a Marc by Marc Jacobs top and my Chanel bag.
(That’s DJ, the birthday boy and moi)
It was soooo weird cause for the first time (in such the longest time) I felt like a complete fuck-up. I said hi to familiar faces (when I’m not tagging along with DJ) and managed a few conversations here and there, but boy it was sooo strange. It felt like I didn’t know anyone.
That’s when reality hit me.
Maybe I don’t really know anyone.
I found myself standing alone in some occassions, smoking cigarettes, my eyes either wandering all over the place or just staring on the floor, whereas everyone is busy chit chatting.
I think the reason why I felt like I was an outsider is because I REALLY AM AN OUTSIDER… the classic fly-on-the-wall sort of thing.
I guess what it all boils down to is good ol classic social skills.
My fashion disaster ruined my mood the entire night so I left the party early. I stayed for about 45 minutes then I went home.
Shit, I got home at fuckin 1AM. GO FIGURE!
I wish I stayed longer… DJ’s been nothing but super super nice to me and it was a good party.
Guess Who Came For Dinner?
Wednesday night was a complete riot. I went to a good friend’s dinner party at Cuisine restaurant at my usual haunt, La Embajada.
(Happy birthday Tina!!!)
I’m gonna get a haircut tomorrow.
My hair is sooo long even dykes look more masculine than me.
I’m gonna shop online. It’s been quite awhile since I bought something from the internet. Shopping real life is soo much better though.
Be sure to check my website out in a couple of hours cause I’m gonna create another podcast.
You all know where to contact me. Email email@example.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.
I love you all.