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Dental Mouth Trays

Dental Mouth Trays

Stained teeth are inevitable when you drink coffee by the gallon or, like me, have a very dangerous (pack to pack and a half) smoking habit. It's been three years I think since I last had a whitening session and now I wanna do it again. Bad enough that I have busted teeth let alone not-so-white busted teeth. I swear to god, Americans are the luckiest bastards out there. They ALL have perfect, straight, Hollywood-white smiles. To be honest with you, I've never met a yank with awful teeth. I think it's the water. Yes, it must be the water. Anyway, I recently went to the dentist to get some mouth trays done. Here's a shot of me biting into that plaster whatever thing that creates an accurate mold of your teeth.

I'm gonna pick them up next week. Then I'll do home bleaching.

Yay!

Your Prayers Are Needed

Aunt Cindy

Dear reader, if you are located in/near Detroit, MI, especially near the Royal Oak area, please email me privately. Thank you -- BB

It seems that this year has been a tough one for my family so far. First it was my dad's appendectomy in July followed by my grandma's anxiety and depression problems. Now comes yet another health-related issue on their side. My aunt Cindy who lives in Detroit (my dad's eldest sister and my godmother) is battling stomach cancer. I heard about it a few days ago. I know she's been visiting the hospital as early as the first week of August but it was only until late last month until they've confirmed it was cancer. I've heard all sorts of news from my parents and my aunts (like how Aunt Cindy's been on a feeding tube, weighs 70 pounds blah blah blah) but, as you can see, I've pretty much desensitized and totally alienated myself from what is truly going on because I've been so occupied with work the past few weeks. I haven't even done a lot of NYC Fashion Week blogging!

Anyway, a friend's blog entry about Francis Magalona's leukemia prompted me to just stop whatever I was doing (at once) to finally call my aunt. We talk on the phone every now and then but today was the first time in ages where we spent more than 20 minutes. I knew she was battling cancer and I had to give my full support, even if the only way to do so is by placing a long distance phone call.

According to her, the doctors said her cancer was Stage 3. They took out the tumor (forgive me for my lack of knowledge in medical terms or what have you -- I'm still trying to digest all of this) and they also took out part of her stomach and colon (or something like that). Luckily her cancer didn't spread to any lymph nodes. She's still in the hospital though, recovering after her successful surgery last week. I guess it's a matter of waiting (approximately 8 weeks) before she starts chemo. 

She sounds like her usual self but you can tell she's trying to be strong. She asked me why I was asking all these questions and I told her I want to know more about her cancer online and she was like "oh you're just like your Uncle Rick" etc etc etc.

My aunt is a trooper. She'll survive this. I know she will.

PS. I'll share you more details about Francis Magalona's fundraising drive when they are available.

PPSS. My first contribution to Diane Pernet's A Shaded View on Fashion is now up. Click HERE!

Please...

Please

In other news, it's 11PM and my mom + siblings brought my dad to the hospital just now. I'm calling upon the collective powers of my readers to pray for my dad.

Thank you very much.

PS. I'm so scared. I hope this isn't related to this.

PPSS. Since this is a fashion/pop culture/"me me me" blog, I'd like to remind you that "regular programming" will go on... until there's a major update. Thank you SO much for your well-wishes and your prayers. I'll forever be indebted.

Sad day.

Sad day.

My mother told me a few hours ago that one of our childhood neighbors (as in the guy beside our house) was diagnosed with Stage 3 lung cancer. I don't have the specifics but what I do know is that the man is in his 50s and he's a father of four. Like everyone in my family, I'm shocked. It's too close to home and cancer is no laughing matter. I hate hearing news like this.

What annoys me the most however is that my mom is using this "revelation" as ammunition to make me stop smoking... she's now on a higher horse more than ever. I know she's right... let's face it, I've been smoking for at least 10 years. Look the term "chain smoker" on the dictionary and you'll see my fugly mug on it.

I want to stop... and I will!

Oh help me god.

PS. Big request to my readers in Singapore! I know it's late now but will someone please take a photo (or a scan) of today's Straits Times (Sunday Times). I got an amazing mention on their article about Asian Bloggers called "Asia's Blog Stars". I have the digital copy here but it's not the same as taking a photo of it. I need it for my portfolio so when I turn 75, I'll show it to my adopted children's children and tell them "holy shit y'all when I was young, I was thin and at one point I was fucking famous". Hahah! Just kidding. If you're generous enough (hah), send it to me by post. Bryanboy, MCPO Box 2044, Makati City, MM 1250 Philippines. Thanks guys and I love you all!

PPSS. The photo looks absolutely familiar... maybe they "borrowed" from Style.com? ROFLMAO Hmm. Y'all should've contacted me for a better photo. Hahaha! Thanks again for the lovely mention!

WHAT THE HELL?

WHAT THE HELL?

I have NOT weighed myself in years because of my fear of weight but guess what? I went to the department store yesterday afternoon to buy some socks and I saw the Xenical booth where you step on a scale (barefoot) and they:

1) tell you how much you weigh and
2) tell you your body fat percentage.

Yes... I have a huge gut, flabby arms and stretch marks (this is why I don't wear tank tops anymore) but at this point, I have nothing to lose. I might as well face the music and know the truth and nothing but the truth because the truth shall set me free. I'm super pissed because I also went to my designer friend Mich... for the first time, I couldn't fit her sample-sized jackets -- AND I TRIED FOUR JACKETS!!!

Enough dilly dally and let's cut the story short. The scale said I weigh 54 kilos or 119 pounds!!! I was actually expecting to be in the 130s range so I was happy.

And then came the not-so-good part:

A mind-blowing 27% body fat!!!!

According to Wikipedia, which is not really a reliable reference but it's still a good reference nevertheless, the recommended body fat for males is 8-14% and if you're over 25% body fat, you are obese!! I know I whinge and moan about being "obese" but come on!!! How can I be at 27% body fat?

The lady said my frame is very tiny hence the crazy body fat percentage figure but whatevs. I think that Xenical body fat percentage hoo haa is a sham and a fraud. How accurate are those things anyway?

Ugh. Definitely ruined my day. The funnies thing is that bitch got the nerve to hand me a flyer to consider taking Xenical. ROLFMAO. Oh well.

Wisdom Tooth Removal

Wisdom Tooth Removal

I missed my appointment yesterday because of all these errands (UGH!) so I went to the hospital this afternoon. My lovely dentist told me it wasn't my left molar that's been giving me problems lately (no need for a root canal afterall) and it's my upper left wisdom tooth instead. I got the little fucker extracted. WITHOUT ANY PAINKILLERS!!! You know how it feels when a huge fat cock is fucking your ass and it hurts around the hole sooo bad but when it hits yer prostate it feels soo good to the point where you feel like peeing? It was like that. Times 10,000. God I'm such a masochist. Took almost three AGONIZING hours... but more on that later.

I was gonna do a little faggotry in motion video and then I realized I don't have ANY movie editor software in this computer. I HATE IT!!!

More updates in a bit. Pictionary time!

Scared

Scared

After 200 long years, I finally have access to some of my old hard drive's contents. Woo hoo software! I still need to get a copy of the latest photo chop but I'll do that tomorrow. In any case, it's nice to be back on a desktop because working on a bloody laptop was such a bitch. I was offline for the most part of the weekend. Regular blogging (and pictionary.... long OVERDUE!!!!) resumes tomorrow. I'm gonna try to sleep early tonight and haul my fat arse to the dentist tomorrow. Enough procrastinating.

Have you ever had a root canal? I'm scared!

BAN BIG BUMS!!!!!

BAN BIG BUMS!!!

Oh my god. I died.

God I love them Brits!

OK. I'm sweating like a whore in church.

OK. I'm sweating like a whore in church.

I just did the unthinkable.

It's 7:18AM and I just got back. I walked (as in a real fast walk/mincing not run/jog) about 1.5 kilometers in 13 minutes time. Does anyone know how many calories I burned and how many pounds I lost?

I think I could do this walking thing every day. Y'all know I loathe walking. I may have to go to the doctors too because the part right above my ears (and the back of my head) hurts whenever I walk.

The question is.... can I lose like 10 pounds in less than a month by walking 1.5 kilometers every day?

I need to do this for my health. I need to shape up and burn those calories.

Don't even dare tell me to go to the gym. Working out with those gym freaks is NOT an option.

Rodney and his story

What does a person dying from AIDS look like?

[This is a long post so please exercise some caution.]

The following videos you are about to see is what I think THE most effective HIV/AIDS-awareness videos ever. Year after year, a lot of money is being spent in order to raise awareness but nothing has changed -- every day, thousands of people around the world are still being infected. I think we need to stop "glamorizing" the image of HIV/AIDS with all these celebrity hoolabaloo nonsense who probably don't know jack shit and the whole "AIDS is no longer a death sentence" mentality but instead, let's show everyone the REAL pain and suffering behind it.

Have you ever wondered what someone DYING from AIDS looks like? Have you ever seen someone in their early 40s, deteriorate away because of a disease? Have you ever wondered what they are going through, what's inside their head, how they feel and what their message to the world is? Ladies, meet Rodney, a New Zealander who suffered from HIV for 16 years before he passed away last year.

After the jump, watch the videos Rodney and his partner took during the last year of his life. Keep an eye on how he stopped himself from vomiting while he gave a message about the importance of safe sex. Listen to him stutter as he shared that doctors can't do anything any more. Watch him as he moved from his house to the hospital. See with your own eyes how he transformed, over time, into a decaying bag of bones in a vegetative state, waiting for the axe to fall.

Click click click click!

Bryanboy the muscle mary?

Bryanboy the muscle mary faerie?

Eeeew. This is horrid. I measured my upper arm with a tape measure and it's 8.5 inches around the 'muscle' area when I 'flex' it. Must. lose. muscle. mass.

Me: what can I do to make the flesh behind my arms disappear? look at this photo and look at the horrid bingo wings. i swear i could fly with that crap. ugh. it's soo gross.

Stef: you can make that area seem less fat by working out the muscles there instead. there are a lot of exercises for that area but they are to increase muscle size and density so the best you can hope for is to make it a bit firmer but then you would have to gain some muscles and since you don't want that, it would be hard.

Me: blah blah. what you're trying to say is... i'm doomed for life?

Stef: pretty much.

PS. Time to get a fake tan. I hate being yellow!

Height: 5'9

Bruised knee

Bruised knee

Ouch. I saw this ginormous bruise on my knee yesterday afternoon and I honestly have no idea how I got it.

It's starting to turn black. Also, it's much mucho bigger and grosser in person, I think.

Gross.

Poor me. Poor old me.

Feedback Sought: Ballerina Anti-Obesity Pills

Feedback Sought: Ballerina Anti-Obesity Pills

You know how it goes on the net. One thing leads to another and another and another and another and another. That's what happened to me. I was reading something about vintage shift dresses (don't ask why) and my browser somewhat led me to diet pills. I know I quit my pill-popping habit a long time ago. In fact, the only thing I take these days are vitamin c. I also quit the infamous Anne Slowey diet a few months back because I don't have the discipline. I don't even take benzos or anti-anxiety pills of any kind considering last year, my daily nutritional intake primarily consisted of xanax, clonazepam and vodka tonic. Well... guess what I found earlier today: Ballerina Anti-Obesity diet pills. Yep, I found it on some online Filipino discussion forum and EVERYONE there was raving about it.

I brought this up over lunch just a few minutes ago with the familia de horreur and my sister told me it's super effective. In fact, some of her friends even use it and they lost a lot of weight. One of our common friends went from 114 pounds (she's 5'5) and she dropped to 90. Is that miraculous or what? My sister has a few packets left at her apartment and she's gonna send some my way. She even lost 5 pounds in a week. OMG!

PS. I'm just curious, that's all so don't dig beyond the surface. Afterall, I'm supposed to be gaining weight...

Gains and losses

Gains and losses

I think I might be able to resume pictionary soon. Things are going well with my new therapist and I think I gained 10-12 pounds recently -- god knows the exact figure because I have a weighing scale phobia. Rest assured I gained weight because I can feel wobbly bits of flesh behind my arm rub against the sides of my torso. I honestly don't know if I made the right decision (gain weight) so I may need a little hand-holding here and there but it's been rough the past few months. Everyone around me thinks I've gone mad with the weight loss obsession and I'm sick and tired of people telling me this and that. Whatevs. Bottom-line is I hope I'm on the right track. People often ask me what my secret in staying/being slim and then laugh when I tell them to minimize their food intake and to smoke whenever they feel hungry. If you ask me, it's as simple as that. Heck, it worked for me. I don't see any reason why it shouldn't work for anybody else.

Before everyone goes around skipping their meals and smoking like a chimney, let me just say that this whole diet/losing weight thing is ridiculous. It turned me into a whole new different person. Every minute I'm awake all I think about is weight loss or calories or whatever. It's a crazy mental disorder y'all! I'm really glad to have taken the first steps to recovery because I want my life back. I look forward to gaining weight! I even had cake today. Half a slice of mango cheesecake. Soo delicious. Mmm mmm MMMMM!

Oh who are we kidding? "I look forward to gaining weight" my fat ass.

Is this true?

Is this true?

Is it true that tobacco use can make male species of the human kind impotent? What is this bollocking buggery they put on cigarette packs in Canada?

Allelujah praise the lord, thank god I'm a bottom boy. There is a god afterall.