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28

Jul

2008 - 2012: slutty and healthy. Thank you, condom!

21

Jul

Don’t Tell My Mom What Happened in Yangon! pt. 1

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I never had any intention to go to Myanmar (Burma) ever since I heard that by visiting the country, you’ll inevitably share your money to the ruling junta - the government who’s been oppressing its citizens. But then I kept hearing (mostly from the fellow travelers whom I met along the way) that Myanmar was the most amazing journey they’d ever had. Then I saw how marvelous one of the Burmese cities called Bagan was through a youtube video. The city was such a magnificent historical site as it hosted thousand awesome-looking temples built by the world’s once biggest kingdom (also called Bagan) in ancient civilization era. On top of that, one airline company sold a cheap flight tix from Bangkok to Yangon (the former capital of Burma). So I decided to go there and I succeeded to persuade my two faghag lady friends to be my bodyguards go with me. And for the first time ever, I traveled overseas without any intention or plan to sleep with the locals - as all I could think was only seeing the thousand-temple city!

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20

Jul

Don’t Tell My Mom What Happened in Yangon! Pt. 2

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The taxi we rode was more suitable to be in the museum than in the street. well, fossil-looking taxi were everywhere Yangon. Being a country that’s facing economic sanction from many western nations makes them suffer from “sticking to 80s car” curse.

As I expected, the ride to only God knew where was bumpy as hell. I did my best not to feel nervous and enjoyed the view. Well, by view, I meant the fact that the more we went further, the less building in sight. It was pretty clear that we were going away from the downtown to the outskirt area. The tall guy started rubbing my thigh. I was not sure whether it was mere lust or he actually tried to calm me down. Soon enough, Sao joined the ‘thigh rubbing’ action. I didn’t exactly knew what to do so I ended up letting them “harassing” me. I was scared that the taxi driver was homophobic and not okay seeing whatever we r doin. but the taxi driver, who looked like a fat version of Shakhruh Khan didn’t seem to mind at all.

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19

Jul

Sleeping with Curries Again! (2012)

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A year after my failed attempt to sleep with the curries, I went back to India. After visiting few rural cities recommended by Lonely Planet, I decided to go to Mumbai, the Bollywood’s Mecca! Though not every Mumbai men looked like Salman Khan, after few times scanning the Mumbai hunks in grindr, jackd and romeo, I came to conclusion that Mumbai guys were much better than men in Delhi and Kolkata (soon enough, I learnt that Mumbai gays thot Kolkatans were the India’s ugliest urban gays - I couldn’t agree more).
My main intention in Mumbai was to celebrate Holi festival, the Hindu ritual where people throwing colored powder and splashing water, and tour the nightlife scenes. On the mission doing the latter, I met this cute 20-something straight guy whom I ended up chatting with. His name was Ragoo and he danced funny (just like most of straight guys out there). His smile was one of the cutest thing I’d ever seen. If I were him, I would had definitely put my smile into insurance.

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09

Jul

Flags Collecting (noun): an attempt of collecting dates of different nationalities

Flags Collecting (noun): an attempt of collecting dates of different nationalities

08

Jul

Who needs Grindr when UNIQLO serves them too!

Who needs Grindr when UNIQLO serves them too!

05

Jul

*scrolling down the contact list on the phone*

*scrolling down the contact list on the phone*

21

May

Sleeping with Curries (2011)

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If you have seen Bollywood movies, you can’t deny that most of the casted protagonist actors are worth your men-to-sleep-with list. Silly me for thinking that all Indian men are as hot as what Bollywood movies have portrayed. When I firstly landed my ass in India, precisely in Kolkata (the country’s fourth largest city) and logged in to the evil apps like gayromeo and grindr, I feel cheated. Big time! Most of the guys I found there couldn’t even stand a chance of being supporting casts. Once I found a profile of a cute guy and agreed to meet up with the guy, he came clean by telling me that the pics were not his and he then revealed his real pic which was not even close to the “fake pic” he used. It’s like Shrek putting up a picture of Prince Charming! What’s worse was that it didn’t only happen with one guy, but three guys! I was not impressed by Kolkata at all!

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01

Apr

So sticky that “it got stuck inside”

So sticky that “it got stuck inside”

21

Mar

I feel alienated, alone yet exciting at the same time!

I feel alienated, alone yet exciting at the same time!