Dind! Dong! The bitch's threaded!

Just when you thought you could trust a professional to do the threading, they commit the 8th deadliest sin: BAD EYEBROWS!

Could I reiterate more that just like girls, gay guys are in a whole lot of trouble when they don't get their eyebrows shaped (okay, could I be any more superficial?).

Anyways, I just have to mention the name of their company so other gay guys could not suffer the hell I had to go through. Skin 'N Face by Dra. Nisce.

For those not from Dagupan, Dra. Nisce is like the Vicky Belo of our little province minus the liposuctions. She is known for solving your pimple problems but sadly was not able to cure my acne-infected face. And now my latest rant! How could she not have trained the ladies to do good MALE eyebrows! I mean, sure, other gay guys might have loved to get girly arcs but I for one DO NOT!

Enough ranting and let's get to my horrible picture!

Notice my depression? My emotions say SAD while my eyebrows say MAD. Damn it!

I remember specifically before we began the threading that I stated these 3 important rules:

1. Not too thin
2. Don't make an arc
3. I don't want eyebrows that looks surprised or bitchy

Was it soo hard to abide by my innocent rules? Maybe I shouldn't have worn mascara and not given her the impression that I'm gay. But hello! Gay or not these are eyebrows I can't live with till they grow out. And another thing, threaded eyebrows don't grow quickly my friends so just imagine the pain I have to go through?

But what can we do? The lady has committed the impossible (turning a gay man even gayer). In times like these I always get by with the best regimen. And that is to look on the brighter side.

Let's start!

On the bright side...

I am one step away from becoming my alter ego.

On the bright side...

I have more reasons to laugh than this girl.

On the bright side...

I can finally pull myself away from the mascara and be less gayer than I already am.

And last but not the least, On the bright side...

At least I still have eyebrows compared to that of La Lisa.

So there, that ends my misery somehow. I went into the battle field, fought with the pain of every strand pulled out, and left with a shock on my face. But who's to blame? As much as I want to blame the innocent bitch who did this to me, it was still I who wanted them threaded in the first place.

MORAL LESSON IN THIS TRAGIC STORY?

Don't let her get away the next time around!...

Over and Outch! Out!

At Augh!... Plastic!...

At Augh!...

I was supposed to publish this in line with my shopping for skinny jeans but it was only today that i had the patience to do it. haha

So anyways, after picking up the jeans from the rack, I've realized that I was about to purchase size 25 denim from Dickies. It's not the fact that it was 600 bucks that startled me, but the fact that I am a size 25! Seriosuly, could I be any more anorexic?! It's not funny anymore!

I mean, sure for the ladies this would be their dream waistline, but for a gay guy like me, this is certainly not in my wish list. My weight better change before the year ends or I'm really putting into consideration those weight-gain pills.

Plastic!...

As if that wasn't enough depression. The day I bought those jeans made me realize how much I hate plastics! No, we're not talking about those who friends who stab you behind your back when you're not looking. We're talking about these non-biodegradable bitches we use every single day.

Shouldn't it be about time Filipinos should reconsider these things? Why not just bring a big bag (please don't think about bringing a bayong at a mall, they're exclusive only to the market) and place all your purchases there. It puts you in a better position realizing that you don't have to throw or burn something that could ruin the environment later on.

I don't know about you, but I think it's about time we join those Celebrities campaigning against the use of plastic. Paper bags are available anyway so why not put them to good use, right?

So the next time you plan on going shopping, going to the grocery store or market, oh I don't know...maybe thinking of buying your next porn to add to your collection, don't tolerate the producers in using plastic. Spread the word and make this world plastic-free!

Over and Out!

Karaoke once again, Color me hair, Faux Armani

Me and my baby wanted to splurge on ourselves since our money always seems to go on food and karaoke. We've been planning to get our coif done and finally, we had the time to do it together.

This entry is sooooo gonna be filled with pictures I just know it...

First we went to the City Mall to do the never-go-anywhere-without-doing-it, KARAOKE!









Then we were off to the salon where my baby has been getting his hair dyed. It was a house/canteen/walk-in salon.

Whenever I get my hair done I just love how long it takes for services to be finished, it gives me the feeling that time is being spent to achieve a fabuleux outcome.








After about 3 and a half hours of killing our roots, I was officially Mr. Chocolate head and my baby is Mr. Carrot Top! harhar (kidding!)

My baby has been complaining lately of his stressed eyes so we went to an optometrist to buy brand new eyewear for UV protection a.k.a. his computer. He looks silly in this geeky apparatus, don't you think?

And last but not the least, as if we haven't splurged enough, we saw faux Armani sunglasses and we just have to get the last two pairs that were on the stand.
Hello Giorgio? We could use the real deal here, just send it over. Thanks!








Over and Out!