Dream of Domestication
Dream of Domestication
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I'm becoming more and more domesticated these days and I fucking love it!
Scarf from Hermès, top by Bernard Wilhelm (very old), jeans by Cheap Monday, chocolat watch and black bowling bag by Chanel (Luxury by Chanel line), sneakers from Gucci.
I had a realization earlier. I actually missed this sort of "domesticated bliss". It's light-years away from the booze, the nightlife, the partying, the bars and clubs, the toxicity of the city and the people. Looking back the past few months and all I did was party left and right.
At first I thought, "shit, I didn't really party that much."
I was wrong. I must have gone out at least twice or thrice a week, often finding myself come home at weird hours the following morning (no earlier than 6AM) after a night's worth of drunken stupor.
I'm not saying it's a bad thing. It's what I wanted and boy I had so much fun. I'll never forget the old times when I'd go to La Embajada (my favourite club here in the third world) with 1 or 2 people, if not, with my sister and her friends. We'd end up drinking copious amounts of champagne by ourselves in the little corner of the VIP room for 2-3 hours and come home early.
And then bam! I suddenly found myself meeting a ton of people left and right. Hundreds and hundreds of em. Whatever corner you set your eyes on, there's always someone to say "hi" to. I even have people coming up to me and saying hi! It IS overwhelming (and let me just reiterate what I have said many, many times) because 12 months ago, a lot of people didn't know who I was and don't give a shit about me. I'm not complaining. In fact, I even encourage YOU to come up to me and say hi because I don't bite.
For instance, I'll never forget what a friend told me a few weeks ago. She told me that at one point, people approached me and ask if I'm "Bryanboy". I'd go all shy, say hi then run to the nearest toilets and hide... and then I learned how to deal with people. Little by little, I managed to learn how to interact without running away.
I'll be honest. Think what you want to think but as someone who isn't used to being the center of attention, it's quite odd, hard and rough to be suddenly catapulted into the "spotlight", especially if you're coming out of nowhere. Shit, if you've been reading local newspapers and magazines in the past few months, you'll find the ocassional mugshot of me at a party or an event. It's crazy and often times, I'd think "oh my god I look soo ugly on that photo." Hahaha!
When you're in the limelight, it's inevitable to have people talk about you right in front of your face or behind your back, therefore you have to be extremely careful on everything that you say, every move you make, etc. Everything is magnified, scrutinized and at times, can be used against you.
It does make perfect sense, yes. But don't you find it rather ridiculous, to an extent? How can one be absolutely careful without losing their sense of self? Isn't it a bit contrived if everything that you say and do is dependent on what other people will be thinking of you? You might be better off saying NOTHING, do NOTHING and go NOWHERE at all.
Don't even get me started on people who take things seriously. Ugh.
You know there's something wrong and twisted if you're Filipino, brown and use a swastika as an online forum avatar, right?
Anyway, enough bullshit. Ugh! I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. Today's entry is supposed to be about domestication.
To cut the story short, I'm glad the nightlife is out of my system (let's see how long it lasts) and here's a toast to more daytime fun.
I was dead bored this afternoon I thought I'd get out of the house and join the familia de horreur run their errands.
Why should I go to the Home Depot when I can go somewhere else?
I'm REALLY pissed off cause my arms are massive. My arms have never been this big before. I've got flesh all over the place god dammit.
My thighs are huge, too. THUNDER thighs! They look like tree trunks! UGH! I want Nicole Richie legs!
My sister and I went to Cafe Breton for some crepes.
CAUGHT IN THE ACT! I CAN NO LONGER LIE AND TELL PEOPLE I'M ANOREXIC.
(besides, people won't believe me anyway if I told them I'm a card-carrying ANA member because I am too fat for my own good)
Yes mom, I finished evrything on my plate.
The obligatory "running away from paparazzi" shot...
... if they won't stop following you, pose in front of the damn camera.
My sis and I went to the Home Depot to meet up with my mom. Guess what we found on the parking lot. My god, is it pictionary day today or what?
After the Home Depot, we all went to the supermarket to pick up some items. I didn't find anything interesting other than cigarettes (gotta love the fabulous third world.. an entire carton of 200 Dunhill Lights costs around US$8 here).
Remember what I said last year?
Big tits are for mothers or hookers. DO NOT, under any circumstances, get a boob job no matter how small your tits are. I don't care if it's gonna make you feel better about yourself. Boob jobs are for sluts who want to jumpstart their careers in the adult industry. Click here to read my previous blog entry.
You must be seriously sick in the head if you want to look as if you're gestating and lactating.
As if the crepes weren't enough, I also picked up a little tray of trash sushi for the road.
Remember kids, if worse comes to worst, bulimia is your best friend.
I love you all! Email bryan@bryanboy.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.
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P.P.S.S. Big shout out to LCF from Australia, Lexx from Burwood in Melbourne (Lexx made me say Happy Birthday Bess aka Makan Queen haha!) and Mark from Sydney. What's up with the recent Australian invasion???? I LOVE AUSTRALIANS!!! PLEASE FEDEX ME TSUBI JEANS AND AUSTRALIAN SURFER BOYS PLEASE.
Oh and keep on sending the love. You know where to send them. Email bryan@bryanboy.com. Sydney, Los Angeles and Augusta, Maine... I love each and every one of you. Let's have a foursome! I'll be the bottom bitch and you can all take turns fucking me with a carrot, banana and a cucumber.
