Saturday, April 14, 2007

VIDEO: N95 in action

I have got to have this phone.

Bakla sa Barbero

Ever since nawla yung clipper (razor) ko, eh nagpapakalbo na lnag ako sa barbero diyan sa me city hall, simce 40 pesos lang naman ang gupit dun, habang nag vivibrate ang clipper(razor nga!) sa ulo ke, ay naisip ko... ako lang ba ang bakla na nagpapagupit sa barbero? Natawa ko, kasi feeling ko, ang weird ko, kasi lahat ata ng friends ko, sa Salon na mamahalin magpatreat or magpa trim.. habang aklo, otokis pa din ,at sa barpero pa din loyal. Not naman na it matters kasi alam ko naman sa sarili ko na magpapakalbo lang naman ako, kaya impractical naman kung magbabayad pa ako ng P600.oo para sa gupit na wala namang tatak pagkatapos. Sana kung me sign sa ulo ko after na SIR GEORGE of MARY PAULINE, oh kaya PROPAGANDA oh kaya REYES HAIRCUTTERS (waley).

Habang unti unting nalalagas ang buhok ko. NO offense sa mga panot. Natatawa ako habang iniisip ko pa yung mga bagay na ang bakla ko, at yung mga bagay na ang otokis (lalaki) ko. So, here is my list and my views about it.

  1. SPEECH--i'm definitely gay on this one. I have a high pitched voice with gayspeak sa every other word. Minsan kahit ako, nababaklaan sa sarili ko.
  2. WALKING-- feeling ko naman lalaki ako maglakad. hindi naman ako kumekendeng or something.
  3. HAND MOVEMENTS--bakla si mckee. Alam niyo -pang pag kumain ako oh kaya magtype ay nakapilantik ang pinkie and ring fingers ko. Hindi ko alam kung saan sito nanggaling.. It just happened.
  4. DRESSING UP-- I'm kinda conflicted sa isang ito. Kasi minsan pag ako ay nasa bear state ko, ako ay may pagka hiphop manamit. Don't get me wrong. I love the branded clothes, the tweed shorts, the plaid pants. The pink shorts(But no poppin of the collar, PLEASE), pero, mahilig din ako sa baggy shorts and shirt combo. Ang tanging nagpapabakla nga lang siguro ay yung aking flip-flops.
  5. GENERAL APPEARANCE-- madami nang nagsabi na I am a lot of things. Mukha daw akong hold-upper, mukha daw criminal, me foreigner pa nga sa Puerto na akala ay PUSHER ako... in short... I look more criminal than gay... YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WID DAT?
  6. GROOMING-- I would say... more male than gay. hindi ako mahilig ng masyado madami nilalagay sa mukha at katawan ko... pero par may sinusugest naman ang friends ko.. cge susubukan ko, pero chances are i'll try it for a while, pero makakalimutan ko na din siya.
akin lang yan ha. Kung hindi kayo ganyan, ITS OK. I don;t want any nasty comments saying na ang plastic ko.

Monday, April 09, 2007

PBB2 Bukas, Ngayon ang Broadcast: Pinoy ako Dance by the Season2 Housemates

I just would like to say that we should not save KIAN from eviction because he keep's screwing up Mickey's dance steps. Word of advice, Kian, just parade around with your shirt off. Leave the talking to the other housemates. Abd I dunno who weasled in the "archer's" dance step, and I have a good guess, the housemate's name rhymes with Lian. Ha.

Beyonce and JLo Pepsi commercial

You know what's fucked up? This is fucked up.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Wensha: Relaxing Spa Experience for a Fraction of the Price

I have heard about Wensha from my friends. I have read about it on a myriad of Gay blogs, but I haven't had a chance to experience this gem of a place. I am not really the type to flaunt my body around to a lot of people, coz deep inside; I am really a shy type. But this experience changed my mind-set.

Wensha is located at the corner of Timog and Q ave, Quezon City of course. When you get in, a receptionist escorts you and gives you a menu on their various services, and since this was a treat from my friend( thanks again), we chose the full body massage. I would have picked the same. It was a safe choice, and you can loiter around the wet floor, to get the full experience. You will be asked to deposit your footwear ( I was wearing my worn-out havianas, nakakahiya i-deposit), and you are given a set of in-house slippers to wear, without asking for your size, so you have to do the wear-and-see-if-it-fits-or-else-go-find-another-pair routine in crossing. It's not Mark's first time in Wensha, so he already knew where our lockers were. After depositing my 6 year old bag inside the locker, I immediately asked for 2 towels (which is the maximum number that an individual can carry at a time), and STRATEGICALLY wrapped it around my groin, and went about with my careful stripping. While waiting for my friends to finish, I sat and on the gang chair and looked around. As usual, I envied the koreans and how they were "hanging" around the lockers. I also noticed that the attendants weren't looking half bad with their tank-tops and their smiling faces. At last, it's wet floor time. It wasn't as big as I expected, as compared to the other spa's that I have been to (Fitness First, Philippine Plaza Hotel), but in fairness it had all the things that a spa should have: Hot and Cold Jacuzzi, Sauna, Steam Room, and..Too bad for me, a common shower area. It gave me chills down my spine. It was an oriental type common shower, where you have to sit down on a dingy monobloc chair and go about doing your showering, while in the act of doing number 2. I hated it. It means, the people will see my HUGE backside, while showering, and to add to it, they had mirrors in front too. But when I saw my firnd, and everybody else do it, I was pressured to do the same. Then, something weird happened; I didn't care a t all. I mean. I looked better than more than half of the men there. So I was showering like crazy, even standing up to wash my arse and genitalia. After showering and putting my Tapis (towel) back on, I first tried the Sauna, and immediately felt all the toxins come out, my 2 friends followed suit and joined me. After 10 minutes of chatting, we all decided to try the steam room. Ugh, I hated it, I hated the smell of menthol, I hated the heat of the steam. It was too much for me, then I noticed that there was people getting water from a dispenser between the Hot and the Clod Jacuzzi. And the envious person that I am, I wanted to get some too(even though I wasn't thirsty), but when I got out, I couldn't find the plastic glasses, so I non-chalantly went back to the steam room, wiped the glass of steam, then watched closely as to where they are getting those plastic ups, then, the miraculous door of the dispenser opened and I saw the cups, the glorious plastic cups. I had my water. Yes.

After 2 hours on the wet floor, we went upstairs for some smokes and grub (with the P580.00 damage, a hong-kong buffet is included), and we scheduled a massage for the three of us(Yes you can choose if you want a male or female therapist, you perverts!). When you sit on the lush and comfy chairs, they immediately offer you a choice of orange, iced tea, hot tea or coffee which is also complimentary. Then the Manager(I think) calls you in for your massage. We wanted a private room for the three of us, knowing how noisy we can be, but since there wasn't any available, we settled for the common room. Three (not-good looking) masseurs came (it was ok, I was in it for the massage (really. I love you Hun). The massage was wonderful. They would really untie your nodules(so to speak) and give you a rubdown you wouldn't forget. Oh I forgot, you had a choice of Shiatsu, Swedish or Thai Massage ( I chose the Swedish with Mineral oil). They even stretch you after the massage, and you feel all your bones and tendons cracking. The drawback is after the massage they give you this piece of paper, in which, you are sort of OBLIGED to give a tip, and write the amount in the paper. Not really nice. After being covered with tons of mineral oils, and having to feel sticky, we decided to have our dinner. It was my favorite. They had Kani Salad, and Salt and Pepper Spare-ribs, fried rice, sotanghon and Cauliflower with Peas. They also had a red-sauce pasta (whose name I did not know). After 2 helping, we went down to the wet floor again to freshen up and remove the oil from our body. I dipped myself in the hot and cold Jacuzzi and showered thrice to completely remove it. It was the ultimate in relaxation. We came in at around 7pm; we came out at around 11.30. If my friend tin wasn't waiting for us, I know we would have stayed longer.

I'm definitely coming back.

Beyonce and Shakira: Beautiful Liar

(Ay, Nobody likes being played)

Oh, Beyonce, Beyonce
Oh, Shakira, Shakira (Hey)

He said, I'm worth it, his one desire
I know things about him that you wouldn't
want to read about
He kissed me, his one and only
(Yes) Beautiful Liar
Tell me how you tolerate the things you
Just found out about
You never know
Why are we the ones who suffer
I Have to let go
He won't be the one to cry

(Ay) Lets not kill the Karma
(Ay) Lets not start a fight
(Ay) It's not worth the drama
For a Beautiful Liar

(Oh) Can't we laugh about it (ha ha)
(Oh) It's not worth our time
(Oh) we can live without him
Just a Beautiful Liar

I trusted him
but when i followed you
I saw you together
I didn't know about you then till I saw you with him when, yea
I walked in on your love scene
slow dancing
You stole everything
How can you say I did you wrong

We'll never know

When the pain and heartbreaks over
I have to let go
The innocence is gone

(Ay) Let's not kill the Karma
(Ay) Let's not start a fight
(Ay) It's not worth the drama
For a Beautiful Liar

(Oh) Can't we laugh about it (ha ha)
(Oh) It's not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without him
Just a beautiful liar

Tell me how to forgive you,(ooo)
When its me who's ashamed? (oh)
And I wish I could free you
of the hurt and the pain
but the answer is simple
he's the one to blame(hey)

---(music plays)---

Ay, Beyoncé, Beyoncé
Ay, Shakira, Shakira
Oh, Beyoncé, Beyoncé
Oh, Shakira, Shakira

(Ay) Lets not kill the Karma
(Ay) Lets not start a fight
(Ay) It's not worth the drama
For a Beautiful Liar

(Oh) Can't we laugh about it (Ha Ha)
(Oh) It's not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without him
Just a beautiful liar

My GOD, this song is growing on me! I love eeet!