I am feeling a bit down so I'll share one of my ang-haba-ng-hair moment.


I sorta joined a beauty pageant way, way back.

I'll give you your time to react violenty or whatever.


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So there. I "sorta" joined a beauty pageant (I didn't make it to the contest proper) because my ghey tito insisted me to do so. For the initial screening, we went to Robinson's to find a nice dress. We went into a nice botique (forgot the name) and browsed their dresses. Here's the "main course". I tried a nude color, one-piece, tube top dress which length is only above the knee. I walked out of the dressing room.

Imagine. The botique's facade is all glass and it's really bright inside. And It so happened that one of the studio spotlight was on me. While my tito's checking the dress on me, I noticed that the people who passes by were looking at me. Some of them were even pointing at me and actually went inside to see me. @_@ Not to mention the sales ladies were oggling at me, giving me shoes and other dresses for me to try.

Although we didn't end up buying the clothes and the shoes, frankly, I enjoyed the attention.