Let’s try orange again.
This time, let’s go a few shades lighter. I also shaved my legs. They’re itching like mad but this is the price to pay. I know I should get them waxed but I didn’t have enough time today so no doubt, tonight, I’ll have those nasty rashes. Last time I shaved my pubes in its entirety it felt good… my crotch felt smoother than a baby’s arse but hella I got rashes the following day that looked like herpes. Does anyone know what I could do to make the rash go away?
Anyway, click click click for a few more pics.
I don’t know which one is scarier — the outfit or the stare? I was asked to wear something orange for an online thingie and to be honest with you, my closet doesn’t have space for (and cannot tolerate) the colour orange. It’s just not my colour. In fact, I only have like 4 or 5 orange-y things: a sweater, a polo shirt, a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved tee. I think that’s about it.
Do you have lots of orange-y things? What colour do you loathe?
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger!
Work it, make it, do it, makes us harder, better, faster, stronger! Th-th-that that don’t kill me. Can only make me stronger. I need you to hurry up now. Cause I can’t wait much longer. I know I got to be right now. Cause I can’t get much wronger. Man I’ve been waitin’ all night now, that’s how long I’ve been on ya.
So my friend made me a cute little baby (or should I say XL) tee. I told her on the phone that we should make a little business out of it.
Click click click and tell me who wore it best!
Out with the old and in with the older.
Someone’s getting his jawline back.
MEOW!! Big pictionary after the jump. Click click click!
People always tell me I walk too fast. Whenever I’m with someone or a group of people, I’m usually several feet ahead of the pack and it’s not unusual for me to stop halfway and look behind me to see where they are.
While walking inside the mall (restaurant/cafe areas)…
Friend: I’m looking at people to see if they are looking at you.
Me: *beams with excitement* OMG I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE LOOK AT ME! Are there lots of people looking at me?
Friend: Not really, no.
Me: What, are they blind… immuned at my faggotry?
<30 seconds later>
Friend: Well, the waiters are looking at you.
OH SNAP! HAHAHHAHHAHHAH!
Big pictionary to follow. I just got home about half hour ago, it’s 12:32AM and I need to work on my new gay bloggies piece. I got a haircut earlier this afternoon.
That top is a men’s size small. Go figure.
It’s 8:17AM. I got up about 12 hours ago — 8PM last night.
I’m supposed to go back to sleep because I have so many things to do this afternoon. I’m gonna get a haircut… I’m gonna buy a few things… I’m going out later tonight… and when I get home, I’m gonna work on my article that’s due first thing tomorrow morning.
Of all the things that could happen, I can’t for the life of god find my good ol’ black boots. I spent the past 2 hours looking for it and for some strange reason, it vanished. This is killing me! I don’t know where I put it and it’s definitely not in my closet. I checked under the bed, I checked in my office area, I checked my ‘storage’ area. I even checked my car. I just couldn’t find it. I NEED THOSE GOD DAMN BOOTS.
Update: 8:30AM – Found em! There is a god.
The question is… should I sleep (and wake up in 4 hours) or should I write my article now, stay up and then sleep later? I’m gonna watch a movie with a friend and god forbid I fall asleep in the cinemas.
Attention-Hogging is an art form.
Are you keeping track of all the entries on this year’s gay bloggies? Well, the first challenge is up and all 12 bloggers were asked to confess something they’ve never written on their blogs. The ones who don’t know any better are going to be surprised on what I wrote on my latest entry.
Remember to vote for me by clicking the "thumbs up" button found at the bottom of every single one of MY blog entries. I need your votes! Competition is tough and all those gays on that site are pests. Winning validates my existence and let’s face it, it hurts being a loser. In any case, I’m a nice person so I’m not gonna ask you to "thumb down" THEIR entries (I think it’s silly) but hey, if you want to do it then who am I to stop you doing things for MY BENEFIT. Hahahhhaha!
The most important thing is that you thumb me up — and always do so — whenever I post a NEW blog entry there. Finalists are going to be eliminated one by one ala Survivor-style and with your help, I want to make sure I’m the last woman standing. Tell your friends! Tell your family members! Tell everyone you know! Thank you thank you thank you!
I love you all! Team Bryanboy!
LET’S PLAY PICTIONARY, SHALL WE??????
CAN YOU SEE THE PERVERT???? OMG LOOK AT THE OLD STREET PEASANT ADMIRING MY FIERCENESS FROM MY BEHIND!!! HE’S GOT HIS HAND ON HIS 3-INCH ASIAN FLIPSSADOODLE DICK!!!!! Daria Werbowy is that chu?
Work work work work work!
Let’s play pictionary, shall we????? 20+ Photos inside! Click click click click click click click click click!
Shock Horror OMG
Y’all know I went out yesterday and ran some errands, right? Unless I am mistaken, it just occurred to me a few minutes ago that I probably went to a Philippine Senator‘s house yesterday afternoon without me "knowing" it. Or maybe not. One of the nice lovely ladies I met yesterday share the same last name and when you have 90 million people in the country, there’s a high chance of you meeting someone that have the last last name as yours so maybe they’re like relatives or whatever and it wasn’t his house. Oh I don’t know anymore. With all the experiences I’ve had and all the people I’ve met in the past, I wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case but still.. thinking about it now is soo surreal.
All I know is this:
1) Calling it a house is an understatement. It’s more like a huge-ass palatial compound with several buildings inside a gated wall and a couple of security guards outside.
2) The first thing that greets you on the driveway is this little mini chapel/church-like structure. Maybe it’s not a church but more of like a little private museum. Who the hell knows. The Philippines is a country where people have candy-coloured mausoleums so anything goes when it comes to architechture. Either way, I thought it was pretty. How many people do you know with churches inside their houses? Not many so there.
3) I’m surprised I got out of the house alive because there was this huge big ginormous dog, even bigger than than
me an elephant, who barked at me on my way in. I bet he could smell the scent of a peasant like me from a mile away whereas my own dog can’t even smell his own shit. LOL. I was on my own in one of the rooms for a few minutes or so and I got really scared the dog might follow me and eat me alive! Thank god it didn’t happen.
4) I wore this. AND THANK GOD I didn’t see the honorable senator. LOL.
I’m not kidding! That’s what I wore yesterday (before I changed into sheer pants). Oh my god, if I knew where I was going I would’ve worn something a little bit more appropriate, don’t you think?
This is so gonna go down on my personal history books just like the night I had dinner with my "BFF" Mrs. Imelda Marcos. Can you imagine? I’ll be known as the fag who went to Senator Juan Ponce-Enrile’s house wearing a "I fucked Colin Farrell" t-shirt. Bloody hell. Shame on me!!
I obviously didn’t ask the lady I met if she was related to the senator because, you know, like, "celebrities" and "stars" like me (oh deflate that ego bitch) like to pretend we’re cool and shock-resistant. Oh please. Hahaha! Besides, I went there to do one thing and I got it accomplished and there was no time for dilly dally.
God help me.
PS. And if you were one of the ladies I met yesterday afternoon let’s pretend I didn’t write this entry. I need to get it out of my chest and get over it. LOL!!!