Miss Third World 2006
First things first – I would like to greet Patti, my thirteen year old reader from Manila, Philippines. She looooves Mrs. Granny Bee, like tens (if not hundreds) of thousands of people around the world.
I know I’ve been neglecting my blogging duties recently because of my little vacation (and my Miss Philippines-Third World 2006 hosting duties) so I’m gonna make this entry short and quick. It’s great to be “back” online — I hate it but I love it but I hate it but I love it but I hate it but I love it.
Anyway… I have a little over 21,200 emails I need to sort out/rank/file/reply (21,209 to be exact) so please indulge me with a little "recovery" time. *wink*
I really hate how my laptop is fucked up, hence the lack of updates. I know there’s internet access everywhere but I really need my "own" computer in order for me to blog properly. It’s good that I’m getting my baby tomorrow. The repair shop had to order parts from Singapore (that’s what they said) no wonder it took them a little over 10 long years to fix it. I really need to buy a new laptop… I’ve had that baby for a over a year now.
As I’ve said, Niklas and moi are back in good ol’ Manila. He’s leaving in 2 days — it’s sad that he’s leaving but at the same time I’m relieved. I need a break from playing hostess with the not so mostest. 2 weeks is a LOOOOONG time to play host… It’s a great learning experience for me though. I’ve had friends from other countries pop by Manila in the past but we usually spend a few hours here and there.. not 2 STRAIGHT WEEKS. Heck, we even shared the bed together so there. December 27, 2005 can kiss my fat ass goodbye! Haha
As some of you already know, we spent 8 days in good ol’ Boracay. I took him there cause it’s easy — just an hour’s worth of flying time, a little boat ride here and there… bam, wham, bam — sea, sun, sand galore. Ready for a game of pictionary? Here goes…
Guess which bag belongs to Paris… and Nicole…
Look how pale I am on these photos. You probably won’t see me this white for a good few years.
I realllly realllly reallly want to be a flight attendant. It’s the gayest job in the world! Remember what I wrote about the ultimate "feel-good" movie EVAR, "View from the top?" Well… fuck Paris. First Class. International — "Kalibo. Cattle Class. (bitch please, don’t give me that look. you know I never turn right upon entering the plane EXCEPT domestic flights in the third world) Third World" is sooo much better!!!! Hahahaha!
I swear to god… it’s my DESTINY to be a stewardess!!!! Maybe there’s an airline out there who is willing to make me a flight attendant even for a single day? I WANT FIRST CLASS GOD DAMMIT! HAHAHAHA!
One of the things I love about the super fabulous third world is the fact that every single soul here can be bought for the right price.
That includes me.
…and these wonderful men/porters who carried our luggage.
I look thin on this photo.
One of the first things gay boys do when they go on holiday is shave all traces of excess hair.
Look how white we were…. we should’ve been the bitches on that movie WHITE CHICKS!
I hate how Niklas is thinner than I am. But then again, I’m 2-3 inches taller than he is… I HATE BEING FAT!!!!!!! Will someone just please give me AIDS so I’ll be thin? I want wasting disease! LOL!
My mango and shrimp salad from Aria Restaurant… one of our many, many, many meals in the island.
We stayed at the Pearl of the Pacific Resort throughout the entire time. A huge storm hit the island on our 2nd day — we’re lucky that there wasn’t any MAJOR damage on the hotel we stayed at. I mean, there’s a shitload of vegetation everywhere and the entire hotel lobby got covered with sand (blown by wind) but other than that, everything was all fine and dandy. I have a video somewhere and I’ll upload it on YouTube later.
Look at all the damage!!!
Work it like you own it…. disasters and all.
More updates later! Gotta dash really quick and I’ll be back in a few hours.
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