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Deb0nerfest 2012.
Are you up for the challenge?

If you were born with the "bad look genes," you've relied on makeup most of your life. Maybe you add a bit of concealer, or maybe just a touch of eyeliner. But nothing is worse than taking a drunk girl home, only to find out the following morning that half her makeup is on your pillow and you're left with what looks like the Loch Ness monster laying next to you.

But sometimes, girls don't always rely on this makeup. They've this thing called "natural beauty." I know! Such a foreign concept! Or sometimes, they've bigger balls than most men and feel confident enough to forgo makeup altogether.

This is where Debonerfest 2012 comes in.

Ladies of Xanga, I challenge you to post pictures of yourself without makeup. Completely raw, undoctored, non-Photoshopped, un-Instagrammed images. Do you have something to hide? Or are you just as comfortable with your own skin?

To start things off, I present to you a picture of me with and without makeup:

If you're participating, remember to tag #debonerfest2012 in your entry so I'm aware of your participation.

What Guys Talk About.
If you know what I mean.

Men aren't creatures that just talk about cars, video games, and women. Wait, yes it is. Here's what we talk about.

FLiP (@flipguy31o): I feel good right now. Super cold AC, GQ magazine. And a cute librarian.

Alex (@roadlesstaken): Where's the spy pic?

FLiP:

Sonlay (@sonychak): I like her style.

Me: Definitely got that librarian look going for her.

Sonlay: I love it when a girl isn't illiterate. She may be dyslexic though.

Me: I'd place my bookmark between her pages if you know what I mean...

FLiP: I'd swipe my library card through her scanner... if you know what I mean.

Sonlay: I'd take her glasses off and lead her down the stairs if you know what I mean.

Me: I'd return her late.... If ya know what I mean.

FLiP: I'd take her home and disappoint her so hard... if you know what I mean.

Sonlay: You won't disappoint. Chris and I are there to motivate you.

FLiP: *spins girl like helicopter while she's on me*

Me: I'd let her make my softcover a hardcover... If ya know what I mean.

Said No Xangan, Ever.

Things a Xangan would never say:

"There's just too much to read in my subsciptions list."
"I've so many subscribers!"
"This Xanga app works flawlessly."
"I love all this spam!"
"Please, no more eProps."
"There's too many updates to Xanga."
"Will people please stop rec'ing my entires?"
"That girl should stop posting so many photos of her boobs."
"It's exciting when somebody mass messages me!"
"Your pink background with neone green text really showcases your visual flair!"
"Xanga isn't a place for trolls. Trust me."
"The Xanga layout is fresh and contemporary."
"Xanga Chat works all the time, every time."
"Why isn't @thetheologianscafe #1 on Top Blogs?"
"Of course I'll purchase you Premium for Life!"
"Comic sans? Love ittttt!"
"Drama? On Xanga? What are you talking about?"

An Indian Wedding.
A wedding fit for a Sultan's feasting.

This past weekend was my first attendance to an Indian wedding.  If you've never been to one like I have, it can only be summed up in two words: Bollywood Movie. It was a weekend full of non-stop dancing, drinking, eating, dancing. and cheering.

As one of my close friends growing up together since 7th grade, I was one of the many groomsmen to take part in his wedding. With everything scheduled, this three-day weekend event felt like a marathon, but in the most positive light. It was enjoyable, every moment of it.

Celebration Day 1 of 2.
Battery Gardens, NYC.

The perfect sunset...OF DOOM!

End of singledome.

The two doctors...of love!

Dapper chaps. Some of the groomsmen.

Facebook needs this as their official "like" icon.

The group of high school friends aka Superfriends performed a skit for the groom. Embarrassing levels were reached.

Inside the dining area.

1 of 5 plates I had that night. Effing delicious!

Dress shoes. Perfect for playing a game of basketball.

Open bar? Open wide.

It was just an okay moment.

The bride puts her hands up like she just don't care.

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Sending Postcards.

When I send postcards, I make sure to do it right. And by "right" I totally mean offending everyone who sees it, including the mailman and the recipient's parents.

For example:

Sent to @victoriamisu

The photo used on the postcard

I enjoy my boba in other forms.

Sent to @junbelievable08

Sent to @flipguy31o

Sent to @lovejennyy

Sent to a friend in the Netherlands

Sent to someone in Indonesia.

Sent to @timmmmmmy

Funny Olympian Names.

It's the Olympics. And what better way to celebrate it than making fun of these Olympians?

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10 Xanga Confessions.
Cause y'all be asking me to do it. Now quick, someone tell me to leap off a bridge, too!

1. Suck my bic.
2. Kiss my arse.
3. You're okay.
4. You're an alcoholic.
5. I'd love for you to continue what you're doing and never give up. That McDonalds custodial position isn't far from you.
6. I'd hit it.
7. I'd hit it...with a crowbar.
8. I'd let you pole vault me one day, ifyaknowwhatImean.
9. We're so bromantical, it hurts.
10. You're the epitome of trailer trash.

If you accurately guess which one you are, I'll PM you and let you know.

Drunken Olympics.
Fitting more in a single day than an obese person squeezes into their jeans.

I can't believe Team Tanzania is leading the scoreboard. And yes, that's a viking helm in the background for team Norway.


I couldn't stop yelling "Katniss!" every time he took a shot to throw him off. It backfired and he hit 4 bullseyes.

Event: Basketball. As team USA, let's just say our performance was not representative of the real Team USA.

AMURICA!

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Geoff @whotakethmycoke's birthday.

First stop, Hide-chan. Free pork buns with every beer. $2 large drafts, too? Aww yeahhh!

Fifteen minutes into having a table, we already make our way on their Blacklist.

@mkazama shows up just in time...to play catch up.

Ricky looks on as I bite into delicious pork belly. It was more belly than meaty.

BUT YOU CAN'T RESIST ME FEEDING YOU WHEN I'M DRUNK!

We had a chugging contest. The loser would have to not only eat pork bell fat, but this concoction of soy sauce, sesame seeds, and pork broth.

Mixing it in. I made a preemptive face just in case I lost and passed out due to ingesting this bowl of fail.

Guess who lost?

@behindthedimples goes in for a closer look.

"This isn't so ba--..."

"...oh God, what have I done?"

Washing that all down with some real food. Fried chicken and pork dumprings!

As you couldn't tell, the alcohol has been setting in for a while.

"Normal faces, people. MORE NORMAL!"

She is not normal!

Since this wasn't my camera, and was trusted by @mkazama to take pictures in her absence, I made sure to leave some surprises.

I spy a hipster!

I SEE YOU!

Receiving a helping hand (pun intended) by @behindthedimples.

Why yes, I will!

A wild @scrooge0 appears!

Sleeping in my imaginary bed, next to @infinitiny.

SURPRISE!

Never mess with a drunk girl's food. Otherwise you get a free tattoo out of it.

Hey, Shawty!

Does size matter? No, I'm not talking about a man's junk (mostly). I'm referring to height. It's something that most in the dating scene pay attention to after the face, but place little importance on it.

You must be this tall to ride.

I'm 5'9, which is average for American men, and Godzilla for Asians. So I find it odd seeing an extremely tall woman with a shorter man. It's like Megan Fox's thumb, it just looks completely out of place..like a sore thumb (hiyoo!). Sure, it seems a little silly when you think about it. How can something as seemingly trivial as a few inches of height (or lack thereof) matter so much?

Which is the "odd" couple?

I recently viewed a PBS show (there's only so much Summer Olympics I can watch) called, "Secret of the Sexes" researching women's attraction to men found a direct correlation to a man's height and the number of women attracted to that man. There are a number of woman that prefer taller men. Every person is unique, and has different preferences. I am wondering, what is the ideal height difference between a man and woman? But to some girls I've spoken to, it says much about the guy, and for that case the woman.

Personally, I couldn't date anyone more than 4 inches taller than me. I'd need a stepping stool or would have to saw off her legs just to kiss her. Or imagine her with heels! She'd dunk over me with ease. No thanks.

So Apparently, We’ve Been Using Ketchup Cups All Wrong.

Apparently, we — a collective of food-eating-ketchup-using hooligans — have been consuming ketchup all wrong.

If you’ve ever poured ketchup into those tiny paper cup containers and brought them back to your table for fry dunking and burger smearing, you might be a victim of ketchup ignorance as well.

Did you know that these ketchup containers are built to fan out, and are made to allow for more dunk square-footage?

As it stands, your fries probably fit pretty snugly, but imagine wanting to dip your burger into that tiny cup — not happening.

The conversation came up after a long day at the beach. I was weathered, the sun had beat down on my face, I was nothing more than a walking zombie and my barbaric eating habits must have shown. There we were, a group of my friends sitting on a picnic table outside of a local burger shack, and I was trying to dunk my burger into a cup of ketchup that looked like this:

My friend Matt, noticing my struggle of trying to fit a humongous peg into a seemingly unwilling pinhole of ketchup, nonchalantly reached for my ketchup container, tugged the upper crust out, and showed me that I had been using these ketchup containers wrong my entire life.

Now my dunking apparatus looked like this:

Amazing. I will never look at people using ketchup in the pre-fanned containers the same again. Hell, I can barely look at myself in the mirror for doing it incorrectly my entire life.

Thanks mom and dad, for teaching me absolutely nothing about proper ketchup eating. At least now I know.

via Foodbeast

What other tricks do you wish more people knew?

TSUNAMI WARNING IN THE TOILET!

Life Update: Photoblog Edition.

Hate reading? Good! Let my pictures taken over the past few weekends update you on my life.

Commander Shepard was here.

I love balls.

The Highline in NYC. I was not impressed with how high I got.

@lovejennyy and I in front of the street they named after me.

Staring into a bottle of beer will not turn it into gold. I never told her.

Jones Beach, field 10.

This is what company outings comprise of.

World's smallest balloon?

I keep it classy when we play drinking games.

We call ourselves the Kate Spadians of the night.

I haven't seen sister in a year! Also my personal hairstylist.

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Dragonballs.

I'm pretty smooth.

@Benelliman had written a blog stating I was a manwhore. Shocked, I clamored, protested, and didn't believe him. Or maybe he's right. Here's a conversation between a female friend and me.

Her: I had a dream about you a few nights ago! It was complete madness.
Me: What was it about?
Her: I was in your room and you were on your bed and asked whether or not I wanted to see all the Dragonball Z episodes with you.
Me: Wha!?
Her: You have NO IDEA how weird it was.
Me: Well, one, I don't watch Dragonball anymore. And two, if there were a gal in my room, watching Dragonball is the last thing I'd want to do.
Her: I believe you.
Me: Laughter Wait, what?
Her: Dream-me asked dream-you if you usually pick up girls with that line.
Her: You said, "yes" and that it worked really well!
Me: Damn, even in other people's dreams I'm a manwhore...
Her: Maybe you should try it.

*BATMAN SPOILER*

DO NOT LOOK BELOW HERE!

LAST WARNING!

FOR REAL!
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BATMAN SPOILER.

His parents die.