Hating Piolo Pascual

I hate Piolo Pascual. I had hated him since someone I like oooohed at his POSTER while I was trying my darnedest to be cute, and nice ( which is like being another person) And now I hate him more, because he made feel so not like a man yesterday with his picture in the magazine I'm fond of reading and his new mini-billboard inside the Bench store where he look so good my female companion literally drooled and forgotten she was with me. If there weren't any glass between them, I'm sure she'll kiss Piolo. I'm glad Piolo was behind the glass and three gay men were sacredly decorating the display; they could be really guarding it against deranged females and gay men being gay.

I feel inadequate when I see Piolo Pascual with his sculpted body, and his pandesals. I want him to cease to exist. I feel so skinny. Are model supposed to say, "I'm oozing with beauty; YOU do not"?. And capitalist just adds, "Buy this or that and look like him!" Except I'm too self-aware to be duped by adds. I can never look like Piolo, even if I wear the jeans he's endorsing. I'm still the same zit-infected skinny boy with bonny spider hands who like to sing and hum to himself while on the jeepney trying desperately to drink from his Cappuccino in between stops. But heck, the jeans are really nice.

I don't have the same problem with Johnny Depp. He sells himself more as an artist than a cute piece of meat. Although he gets the same reaction. oooh Johnny Depp. My sister is so fond of him, she gets fidgety whenever a Depp movie is coming out even if it's Pirates of the Carribean. I mean, they love him more for his mysterious and unpredictable aura. Which is something close to true love, as true a love could get from a fan for his/her idol. Life sucks, one can never be Johnny Depp or Piolo Pascual. One have to content with my swelling tummy (Oh you put on weight!) which is the constant ice breakers between you and someone you hadn't seen for quite a while and after the meeting and the greeting you wish you never met again.

hell my insecurities are eating me up again. Yes, yes. I do get insecure but I live with it. it's just that I've been really trying hard to put on weight, and all I get is a built in belt bag. My cheeks are equally hollow as before i gained six (or is eight?) pounds. Although someone said I had nice arrogant cheek bones. I like the arrogant part, so me. Meanwhile, my jeans are now millimeters away from my skin,and are constantly rubbing it up rough on my somehow plump legs. God, now I have the reason to buy that Piolo Pascual raw jeans. (Yes a size bigger, don't rub it and shut up!) Except I won't because I already bought a pair two weeks ago from Penshoppe and I'm scrimping!.

(I was supposed to write that: Whenever I get this feeling toward Piolo Pascual, I revive the rumor that he have sex video with Yul Servo, he's gay, he was holding hands with Sam Milby according to Lolit Solis and end it by quipping, "he's not handsome, after all" with the matching look of disdain, then goes one, "He's annoying because, you know, he looks good and rubbing it." I just hate Piolo Pascual, I even stopped drinking Sprite and now drinks root beer instead)

I actually have no problems with gaining weight, except i want to be buff than fat, but all I get is fat. too much carbs, but less carbs is bad for thinking (something I do a lot). I want to have that body, except whenever I want it, I'm reminded I don't have it, and all I got is a skinny one, with a bloated belly. I'm so hard on my self, I know (Don't you dare contest it! Yes, I'm even harder on other people, that's what you call justice). Hmm. But while i'm thinking about my waistline, I suddenly felt the urge to eat that salmon teriyaki at tokyo-tokyo. it's good for the heart and an effective stress reliever.

So to recap: I'm getting fat around my mid-section. I hate Piolo and I want to eat salmon. And that's just about everything.