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Update (2016 May 27): An Apology to Obar
If O Bar is your gay best friend, then O Bar is a type of friend na medyo mahilig lumandi. This type of gay friend is medyo nasty, pero funny nonetheless… borderline scandalous actually. He got more gay friends than girl friends. He probably works in a BPO somewhere in Ortigas. Shirt and jeans type of gay guy siya and uses AXE Deo Spray… sometimes naman Bench cologne like Bubblegum and Gutz. He’s straight acting, bargas, and with a slight pilantik sa little finger when drinking Red Horse or Tanduay Ice from the bottle. Speaking of pilantik ng finger, may klepto tendencies siya. I think idol niya si Wynona Ryder or Lucy Torres-Gomez. During Holy Week naman he goes to Galera for fun. He likes to watch Queer as Folk and those Filipino gay indie films like Bath House and Daybreak- nakakarelate kasi siya doon. By the way, hindi siya marunong mag-blend ng make-up or I think pinipilit niya na belonging siya sa lighter complexion. Inasal favorite food niya after a night out. He’s got many exes already and sometimes he calls or texts them up at 2:30 in the morning to say ‘What’s up?’ with a ‘;p’.
When they tweet escargot, the other tweets suso. Same difference. You feel the same way they do and vice versa. We call these middle class sentiments just because first world is not really Manila, and the Philippines is not really a third world country if you think about it. Check out our sentiments in tweets with expressions from our favorite local celebrities.
I love ramen! Curry ramen to be exact. I find miso to be too beer-tasting, it’s just wrong for me. Nevertheless, I’m pretty sure that your IG wall has been flooded with all things ramen from soups to burgers. What’s up with that? How did this ramen trend start in the first place? There must be a Ramen Girl in all of us.
… just because 11 is better than 10.
It’s so funny here in Manila. There are a lot of bekies who claim to be manly. If so, I’m Bond, James Bond. Nevertheless, there are still some who can definitely bring it and it’s so exciting to gaydar them. We do it all the time and so should you.
I may not be an expert in the science of gaydar but I’ve seen and been through all the levels of gayness from Ricky Reyes to Ricky Martin. One thing is for sure. The closet may be Narnia-deep, but I can still see the feather boa hidden in a pile of F&H H&M V-neck shirts in pastel.
To know if someone’s gay is crucial in times when gay guys look straight and straight guys look gay, and below are the symptoms of the typical Manila gay guy:
1. Get his cellphone and look for any of these apps usually hidden in the utilities folder: Grindr, Hornet, Jack’d, Scruff, GROWLr, and/or PlanetRomeo. If he has even just one of these, for sure he likes Jake Cuenca too regardless if he brushes his teeth… or not!
I’ve been looking for an inexpensive, everyday, classic, and unique perfume like Azul pour homme et femme by Baby Johnson and there’s no way I’m wasting a 4k bottle of Jo Malone’s Nectarine Blossom & Honey combined with Blue Agave & Cacao while I ride the
BART MRT. Paris Hilton for Men (Don’t judge, it’s mabango.) has finally come to an end. Clinique Happy, Davidoff Cool Water, Bvlgari BLV, and Dior Fahrenheit will always be close to our hearts no matter what. So the journey continues for that cheap scent until THIS:
Had the chance last November to salute the sun during a beach weekend in Sabang, Palawan. If you’re on a tight budget and the piso fare is your new BFF then go to Palawan… not upper El Nido side, but the lower Sabang side.
If I’ll worship an idol, mine would definitely be the Sto. Nino. Pare, you know how my faith works. I may not go to mass on Sundays (I think it’s been more than a month already), but I talk to Him everyday. When I visit my Dad in Christ the King, there He is waiting patiently for me. I can almost see His face when I walk alone at night, on my way to the car park while looking at the stars, mas clear yun face niya if I’m wired with my iPod (Playlist: When you need some love).
There He is playing Capoeira and singing with me.
Trust me, man. Brasilipinas 2013 is a sure hit. I’ve been there before it became a big yearly event that it is today, and it just keeps getting better. Trust me, man. I’ve been out and about circa Sambos (I know, cringe fest right?). And a party like this is most definitely one you shouldn’t miss.
For someone who walked the halls of La Salle Green Hills with a Sony Discman in tow playing On My Own on repeat back in ’99 (Di nga lang naka trench coat). For someone who plays the 10th Anniversary concert every fucking single day in the office. For someone who closes their eyes and lip-synchs for their life the lines of One Day More, trying mightily to capture all the characters… that’s more than a doble kara ha. And for someone who gets teary eyed when he hears the greatest words of all time, ‘To love another person is to see the face of God’.
Please rise as we sing the National Anthem of the friendzoned.
So yeah, I’m a sintunado diehard fan thanks to Lea’s performance back in 95. Never did I once claim to be talented in singing, le’che.