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30.8.04

My Brian Kinney Love Affair
I watched 35 episodes of Queer as Folk over the weekend. (it was until the end of season 3 and I have yet to find a copy of season 4)

I am in love with the character.



The bad boy.
Hot...no, the hottest gay man in a drama series.
But I heard he's straight and is acually dating Mel (who happens to play a lesbian mom).

In the story, Gale Harold III (his name in real life) is smart (he works in advertising), successful, devastatingly honest and sexy as hell. He can have any of the gorgeous men Pittsburgh has to offer... and probably already has.

EARLIEST AMBITION: To be young and hot forever.
MOST RECENT AMBITION: To be young and hot forever.
BIGGEST FEAR: Growing old.
BIGGEST OBSTACLE TO A RELATIONSHIP: Obsessed with being young and hot forever.
FAVORITE MUSIC: Beethoven to Bowie. Anything that can pump the blood so he can pump...whatever the hell he's pumping.
THINGS THAT BUG THE HELL OUT OF BRIAN: People telling him "no." Aging. Whiny people. Mediocrity in anything. Difficult zippers on other guys' pants. People who forget to leave when he's finished with them.

He is the epitome of my almost-perfect dream guy.




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25.8.04

Names
I am seriously considering the thought of changing my name. From Lara to Lala. Thais can't seem to pronounce the letter "R". The only time they get it is when I tell them that my name is Lara as in LARA CROFT!? And they try, but really they just can't!

But Lala makes me feel like a starlet from nowhere doing sleazy movies. Who cares if they have a hard time...

I have a hard time remebering their names as well. Here are names of my new officemates (at wala pa dyan ang surname ha!)

1. Jojoe (real name: Sahanant) - my gay friend
2. Ann (Jantima)-
3. Golf (Panida) - she's a girl
4. Ben (Benchamas) - a girl too!
5. Mod (pronounced as moot, real name: Wanida)
6. Jaja (Parinoot)
7. Kiam (Chuchat) - a guy
8. Palm (Wutthikrai) - he's a cute, but unfortunately married guy.
9. Gig (pronounced as geek, real name: Wipada)
10. Hui (Patchara)
11. Kan (Sirikan) - pretty girl
12. Ton (Ponsith)

So, should I change to Lala? if you have blog, please do add a comment, otherwise send me an email or instant message laralapuz@yahoo.com

Goodbye Momentum. Hello PMS!
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24.8.04

Make-up and Birkenstock
I woke up early today…not because I have too much work, but I need to pick up my laundry. And since I have to walk going to the cleaners and my office, I decided not to put on make-up first and wear my Birkenstock instead of my usual high mules. But I should say that my outfit looks great…black skirt with a slit, and an ULTRA-plunging top.

And so there I was, locking my door when I heard a male voice saying “Good morning!”
Oh, my gosh. PANIC! It’s him, my cute American neighbor. I didn’t want him to see me like this--- I can’t remember if I even combed my wet hair! But heck, I can’t just stand there and take time locking the door to avoid him. So I said “Good morning” too and went to the elevator with him. Oh God, please don’t look down. But he did. And said: “Do you work nearby?” Obviously, he saw I was wearing slippers! Fucker. And so our small talk went on…where I work, how near it is from our flat, my stay, where I hang out etc. Hay, I shouldn’t have gone out wearing Birkenstock with no make-up. I didn’t have the guts to flirt! What a shame!

On a positive note, at least he’s still very friendly. I will have other opportunities (or else I’ll create them).

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23.8.04

New Thai Friends
Okay, my life isn't perfect - but heck I try to make the most out of it. Although I miss my friends in the Philippines, it shouldn't stop me from enjoying a Friday night!


In photo: Gay, Me, Ploy, Jazz, Ben and Oak


In photo: Me and Jojoe (my new bestfriend here in the office, and yes...bading sya) with all the same people as above.

We went to a Polly Bar at Lang Suan Road (just walking distance from my house!). There is no exact equivalent for it in the Philippines but the ambience is pretty much like the Ice Bar in Greenbelt 3 or the Acquario in Malate with music like Halo. It's not packed with foreigners. Mga "hi-so" (yun ang tawag nila sa sosyal) thai people ang target market nya.
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13.8.04

My First Week in Bangkok
Day 1 - August 7
I arrived around 6pm. One of the assistants here in the office picked me up and brought me to my unit. 108 Sarasin Road, Lumpini, Pathumwan, Bangkok. It's not a shala condo unit, but it was decent. I was on the top floor, unit 703.
Good enough.
I went out to have dinner alone. Then I decided just to take-out some food. And so I did. Fuck, it was extremely hot! I hate spicy food!
I ended up just drinking my fave Coke Light and smoked.

Day 2 - August 8
Woke up really late this time. Around lunch time. No food.
And so, I went to the nearest shopping area - the Central Chidlom. It's like Rustan's but bigger. I did some shopping, what the heck there was nothing for me to do! I still don't have cable TV in my unit.


Day 3 to 5 - August 9-13
My first work week. Survived it! Although most of the time, I didn't really understand my officemates... but they were all nice!

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9.8.04

From Bangkok with Love
Yuck! What a headline.

Anyway, I'm finally here. Working with Thais.
It's my first day at work so I don't really have much to do except familiarize myself with the company.

Yesterday, I watched a movie all by myself. And I'm pretty sure it won't be the first one. Wish my friends were here... especially my movie buddy...Jeng.

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8.8.04

On saying good-byes...
It's only now that I realize that I'm good at this, especially to my family. The morning when I left the house, I casually just said bye to my family like I was just going on an out-of-town trip or worse, like I'm just going to the mall. I kept the pain inside me. You will not believe how hard I kept my tears from flowing... I have always been a strong person.

Good thing, I came prepared. I wore sunglasses. And underneath it were my red, teary eyes. No one saw it. I always like being in control and breaking down in tears is a total no-no. And so I went to the airport, checked in... and then, there I was standing in line at the gates, with tears streaming down my face (and I really mean STREAMING, not my usual drama when "a tear fell"). I couldn't help it. I texted friends, and the more messages I received, more tears came flowing. There were friends who called me, and I fought back the tears again. I couldn't bear them hear that I was actually crying. Moments before boarding, I just had to call someone, a friend whom I can actually cry to. And so I did. I adore Jeng. And I think she cried as well. I recover easily you know. I even managed to take a picture of myself at the airport, trying to smile.


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