Food Poisoning and Filming

I don’t even know where to begin. A lot of things happened in the past few days. If I got a dollar every time I said ‘food poisoning’ over the past 72 hours I’d be one heck of a very wealthy faggot by now.

The good news is I lost some weight… and I’m VERY well on my way on losing some more.

That’s David Kempner (left), me and Fenton Bailey (right). Fenton has produced far too many award-winning documentaries, TV shows and films like The RuPaul Show, The Eyes of Tammy Faye, Party Monster, HBO Documentary Monica (Lewinsky) in Black and White, Inside Deep Throat and TransGeneration amongst many others. David, on the other hand… well, I found out early on Wednesday morning that he filmed Paris Hilton before. He also worked on Inside Deep Throat and Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason.

I ate sooo much on Sunday night (everything from fresh oysters, tuna sashimi, unagi, seared foie gras and miso soup from KAI restaurant, fauchon chocolates, salad with Weight Watchers french dressing) to the point where I puked my guts out first thing Monday morning followed by endless rounds of diarrhea. It’s definitely the weight watchers dressing. I’m hyperacidic and I think that pretty much ruined my system.

I’ve been shitting water, foam and bubbles for the past few days I’m practically surviving on diarrhea pills, anti-dehydration pills and water. I’ve completely lost my appetite. In fact, all I had on Monday was a slice of bread. I was bed-ridden the entire day. I ate a little on Tuesday and today, Wednesday, all I had was a cup of tea and a few potato chips. It would be extremely awful of me to eat considering I just had something done to me (I won’t tell you what it is but it’s the reason why my arms look sooo friggin swollen on this photo)… and it’s all on tape… in addition to endless hours of footage of me, me, me and no one but me.

I won’t go into any more specifics because frankly, I have an extremely vague clue of what I’m getting myself into. *wink wink* People like yourself won’t have anything to talk about if I let the cat out of the box. Besides… I know y’all love a little bit of gossip so I’ll leave the speculating to you.


Things would’ve been different if I didn’t contract food poisoning… I’d be in my normal, bubbly, noisy, jolly self but come to think of it, how the fuckin hell can I powermince the streets of this town if I have to worry about farting liquified poo all the time?


In celebration for the city of Chicago’s ban on foie gras, yes assholes, the WINDY CITY made it illegal to SELL foie gras, I had unagi and seared foie gras at KAI over the weekend.


Mmmm!!! Scrumptious!

Who knew foie gras is banned in Chicago? You read that right mother fuckers. My Mexican buddy, Mauricio, told me Chicago has banned foie gras. How can they ban such scrumptious delicacy? Those PETArds have gone wayyyyy too far. I really *hate* them with a passion. Ducks are birds for god’s sake. So what if farm-raised ducks get force-fed? it’s not as if no one eats duck in the first place. Hello!!! Crispy Aromatic Duck is one of my favourite dishes.

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Mmmm Fauchon Foie Gras. Yummy! Photo credit: Getty Images

Moving on…

Meet Jared. He’s 18 years old and lives in Chicago Heights, Illinois. He claims he’s an avid fashion writer, editor, stylist and a buyer for Barneys.


Here’s what he has to say about me, amongst other things…


Bitch got the nerve to call me a hypocrite when he’s got Comme des Garcons and Junya Watanabe (labels, of course) plastered on the top of his homepage.


I really don’t understand this ridiculous aversion to label whores. So what if a girl loves Chanel?

Lookie lookie… Jared is the Nutty Professor incarnate.

Smile for the cameras, asshole!


*sings* Smile, though your heart is aching. Smile, even though it’s breaking. When there are clouds in the sky, you get by if you smile.




I love Sweden. I really do. I love Stockholm, I love Swedish people and I love Swedish design. Swedish labels Cheap Monday and Acne Jeans are some of my most favourite brands ever.

I wish you were here to see the look on my face when one of my Swedish gal pals sent me a link to this photo. Click here to view the web page and to see more photos. This is what Caliroots, one of Sweden’s top online stores, have to say: "as we all have heard, the fashion gurus has predicted the comeback of the extremely high waist for some time now. Here is perhaps the ultimate fashion statement of the season for all hardcore fashionistas. Dry blue denim with yellow seams and extremely high-rise waist! The model in the pictures is usually a size 29 but in the pictures she is wearing a waist 27, so we suggest you go down a size or two for that nice, slimfit look on this model."



I know you all missed me because I haven’t updated in the past several days. There’s soo many things going on in my life right now and this bitch has to work.

I’ve got many more stories to tell. Stay tuned. You all know how to get hold of me. Email or SMS +63.915.785.1492.

I love you all!


PS. Discuss this blog post on my Online Discussion Forum.

PPSS. Many, many thanks to Henry Calayag of H Salon (still the BEST place to get your hair coloured and highlights in the Philippines), M Cafe, Mega Magazine, Viktor Jeans, Katrina Sy of Sykat Couture, the folks at Generation Pink Magazine, People’s Palace Restaurant (I know, I know, I had a reservation for friggin 6:30 and I showed up an hour late… it’s my fault completely… took 32 long years to get a table for 9 cause the restaurant was jampacked on a Tuesday night but the food, as always, is ABSOLUTLY SUPERB), Redbox Karaoke, my favourite clinic in the whole wide world, Belo Medical Group and of course, all the fabulous folks at the World of Wonder.

Oh, if you’re a fag, queer, homo, bulldyke, guy who likes guys or a girl who likes girls, don’t forget to pop by the Manila Pride party next month. You know it’s gonna be a blast when the party is to celebrate gay pride in MANILA, PHILIPPINES but the guy on their ads got blue eyes. It really doesn’t make any sense, does it? I think they should get a friggin Filipino tranny somewhere and use THAT person on their ads, not some blue-eyed, brunette caucasian. HAHAHAHA! I’m kidding.