Thursday, May 29, 2014

A magical proposal and grad school

What's up everyone!!! I'm back from an incredible trip to Thailand and I loved it so much there. Our villa was incredible, the service was great, the beach was great, everything was perfect. I'm real tanned now which is great. Food was amazing, everywhere also smelled like lemongrass which is amazeballs, and Thai people are also pretty good-looking!

N and I also had sex in the infinity pool facing the amazing view, multiple times. Hahaha. We both busted in the pool which was kinda gross but hot too. It has always been a fantasy of mine to have pool sex and underwater jizz haha.

The other two friends on our trip with us also had a blast. The surprise proposal was a resounding romantic success. The French guy booked out the private beach dining area and it was filled with rose petals and everything was in white and ohso-romantic. The Swiss-Chinese said "Fuck yeah!" and the rest is history.

Funny thing is the next day they both went to a gay massage and the French guy got fucked by his masseur...I don't get gay relationships to be honest, everyone's super chill about sleeping around. N and I reaffirmed that we will not become like that no matter what. The other couple told us "oh you're just young..." I think it's different for us haha.

Anyhow, no judging there I guess...

I also bear very good news. I got into all the schools I applied to. I also got into my dream business school. Omfg. I'm so excited. Haha. The school is incredibly incredibly prestigious and career-oriented which is gonna help my London job-hunting so much. I was jumping up and down with joy last night when I heard back from them.

Some times I think I'm really not confident enough of my abilities. I need to be more confident of myself. I'm going to do school right this time, and fully immerse myself in all activities and try my darndest to milk career services for all its worth to land myself an amazing job. I'm also very keen on joining the LGBT business network so that I can milk my gay "minority-ness"also for my job search. I think in some ways, gay people help fellow gay people out so that'll be good.

I'm back in the motherland for a while before heading for Japan next week. So far I've met up with the weirdest friends here...I have such odd acquaintances back home seriously. But it's been chill so far though.

Friday, May 16, 2014

All of me loves all of you

I got into a big fight with N last night. We were obligated to go to this girl's hen party (she is a friend of N's gay couple friends) and they initially told me to book a karaoke room for 20 girls but in the end only 3 other girls showed up. Now I'm sorry but you suck as a hen if u have so few bitches with you.

And this week has just been mad packed festivities. I know it's super douchey to say that but I got really tired. N's gay couple just wanted to go out every single night, but this week is also art week in Hong Kong so tons of other things were going on too.

Tuesday they hung around with us the whole day and then at night we went out for drinks too, and I received an email saying I'm waitlisted for the school in London that I really want to get into. Fuck. I got so fucking beaten down. But I can't do anything but wait and see what happens.

Wednesday night I had dinner with my dad and this gay mentor couple from back home that my dad introduced to me a year ago, and it was a good (and expensive) dinner, complete with Cristal champagne and everything. Then I headed to a private party for a NYC-based art gallery that my friend invited us to, and when I got there I saw a billionaire family friend which got me a lil excited just cos, well, he's a billionaire and all. Open gin bar + chic music + tons of people with Chronic Resting Bitch Face Syndrome = good times. Then at 1.30am we were obligated to go to a gay club with N's gay couple friends and I got slightly manhandled by them but whatever, they're such sluts and I'm trying not to judge that they're still making out with other men in front of each other a week before the proposal (I'm talking about the guy who's proposing, is making out with a mutual friend who KNOWS he's gonna propose...w t f)

I got home, fucking fucking exhausted, and woke up on Thursday with a massive hangover. N's gay couple started bitching again that we didn't devote our time entirely to them...whatever. For dinner we went out with N's straight couple friends (we do a lot of double dates...) and it was a great dinner catching up etc. (I like them) and then at 11.30pm we headed over to another art gallery private party where this fat white man spilled his drink on my suit and like, whatever...We got shots and shots with my friends and we were generally having a good time, then at 1.30am again we were yelled to get our vaginas down to the karaoke fucking room, so OKAY

We go, even though I am mad fucking exhausted and pissy. I get there, the fucking 20-person room filled with 3 dudes, the bride and 3 of her fucking Swedish friends, and everyone was singing horribly faggy songs completely out of tune, with a blow up sex doll with chest hair and a fucking huge dildo sticking out, and I was just done. I wanted to sing some songs but I am a karaoke Puritan and I hated that I wasn't drunk enough to ignore how out-of-key everyone was which was messing up my game, and I hated it even more that we just kept singing Britney and Lady Gaga, or songs that are way fucking beyond my generation like Roxette's It must have been love. Not to mention they kept swinging the dildo in front of me and so I left the room.

N came out after me and asked me what's my problem. I told him my problem is that I always have a problem with how fucking boring his friends are. He got really pissed, and said he will never invite me out again, and said we were going home. I apologized and said ok let's go back in, but I sat there on my phone the entire time, refusing to socialize with the pathetic fucking 4 strangers that I don't give a flying fuck about.

I started vehemently texting my friends saying that I can't help being a social snob but I terribly dislike many of N's friends. They are not hot, not witty, not funny, and definitely not interesting. And they usually have terrible English. French accents and all other kinds of stupid accents. He gets along wildly better with my friends because they're ACTUALLY interesting people. Of course, he begs to differ and says it's because he's so much more chill than I am...whatever.

So we ended up locking our doors last night and sleeping in separate rooms. But this morning I went in and apologized for being a rude cunt and I cuddled him, and then we had makeup sex (which is always fucking amazeballs), and now we're all good and ready to go to Bangkok and Samui. A lil' worried about the riots in Bangkok so we are gonna just go to sacred temples and avoid going out at night/going to the city center.

At the end of the day, I love him a lot, and we both agreed we want to use John Legend's amazing All of Me as part of our wedding playlist (N's gay couple is using Pink's True Love for the proposal song...lolwtf). The lyrics are perfect.
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh
N and I aren't perfect at all, and as you can tell, I've a fuckton of growing up to still do, but the best thing is that we don't harbor grudges and so we work things out.

Monday, May 12, 2014

Halfie Hotties

Because I honestly think halfies are the hottest race ever (including N),

1. Devon Spence, Filipino-Swedish

2. Daniel Matsunaga, Brazilian-Japanese

3. Jeff Langan - Filipino-American

4. Joachim Milner - I don't actually know. I have picked pictures that make him look a lil more proportionate to his baby face because he is actually ridiculously jacked.

5. Darren Criss - Although he looks pretty much like a Jewish hottie, he's actually Filipino-Irish.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

I'm boring?

Man. I don't like it that people think just because I'm moral it means that I'm either religious or boring. N and I went out tonight with a few of his gay friends, two who are gonna get married soon but still are in an open relationship idkwtfthatis, and when I mentioned that "oh actually in London I only ever met up with one guy which is N and the rest is history" they all scowled at me and were like "ugh! that's so boring!" and proceeded to tell me about how I need fuckbuddies, because "well, you see, my boyfriend doesn't like it when I play with his nipples, so I need a fuck buddy to play nipples! You need one too!"

I really don't. And then I get frowned upon for being a prude. What? I don't like feeling like I am boring because I am monogamous and super blissfully attached...they all were sniggering and saying "in four years' time you will want an open relationship." In four years' time I would like to have kids, and be a good example for them.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Children Full of Life

This is hands-down one of the most moving documentaries I've watched. I cried like a baby.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Random stuff

This video cracked me up so bad. There are so many of these fads nowadays, of people who are gluten-free, people who are pescetarians, people who swear by juicing...I find it really funny these people have no idea what gluten is. A super simple answer that I thought everyone knew is that gluten is a protein in wheat and certain types of other grains that some people in the world are allergic to, and they have celiac. Boy these people and their dumb herd mentalities.


FiveFingers Maker Vibram Moves to Settle Suit Over Health Claims

Another fad: Vibram FiveFingers. 


This is also pretty cool. Although it is completely stereotypical, but I think it's all in good fun and I would have loved to withdraw a handful of fabulous hehehe.


Famous Novelists on Symbolism in Their Work and Whether It Was Intentional

I remember how my English teacher would ALWAYS attack my critiques saying that I don't delve into the symbols and motifs used by the author enough. And I always thought that the author probably never intended to make all these symbols everywhere and some times, art is just art and you can appreciate a novel, a painting, or a play, without reading too much into it. So this article is kinda cool, and I did verify with Wikipedia that it really did happen (I usually find it hard to trust these kind of clickbait-sounding titles). Also, John Updike and Ayn Rand sounded like total bitches!


Friday, May 2, 2014


9 years ago when my parents first redesigned our place, it was kinda cutting-edge and was even featured in an interior designer magazine. Now these places are way next level.