Of Legs and Hair

This blog is desperately calling for a vanity post. Oppps, this is what blogging for me is all about anyway, right? Shameless self-promotion, full stop. I couldn't help it really. Like, I don't pretend that I'm profound or anything else beyond my full-time obsession with shopping, travel, and sex. Besides, what else is there to live for besides the three?

That being said, lookie, lookie, I have some recent acquisitions... and more (right, Heidi?).

First, I got my self these dirt cheap leather shoes that are as gay as anything I've seen... ever! Any bayot knows how painful these pointed shoes are. But as the supreme BKK-bound Fuchsiaboy says all the time: suffer for fashion... and that exactly is what I'm going to do. Second, I got these uber skinny brown trousers with barely-there plaid prints. Oh, they are hilariously cheap! I love the stretch fabric coz they cling to my scandalously skinny legs, the latter is courtesy of my daily swim across the Surigao Strait back in the days.

Two nights ago, I got my monthly haircut from "my" salon in Siam Square. I asked for my usual style: cropped on the sides and some layers on the top. I was explaining the hairdresser some twist to my regular cut, which honestly I could not explain to my self either. It's something like two gradients of hair length on the side of my head. I attempted to use pseudo sign language to the hairdresser by drawing two lines on the sides of my head. And he immediately concluded: ok, I'd shave it for you. Hmmm... it was not exactly what I had in mind but I realized I can be daring this time, just for the sake of it. The job is very haphazard, but what the fuck, hair grows back.

To quote mother Ricky Reyes: dis eees our pinis pradak.