Ron of the Lake: Me have been selfish, me have been thinking only of Ron when me should think of Ron instead. Now has come a challenge for ronkind and me must rise. It would be my ronor to serve you in battle.
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Ron of the Lake: Me have been selfish, me have been thinking only of Ron when me should think of Ron instead. Now has come a challenge for ronkind and me must rise. It would be my ronor to serve you in battle.

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Donāt wanna bore ya, but love is a many-splendored things
There really isnāt much to talk about today, except that I just had a great long weekend.
On Thursday, Kean and I went to a gig. Iām a little ashamed to say it was my first time seeing Mad Lilacs live, a band Kean has been producing for a couple of years. Iām glad I did, though, because they were pretty tight.Ā
On Friday, the band came over to Keanās studio to finish some songs. I met a new friend in Alie, Eloās (the frontmanās) girlfriend. I introduced her to the gravity bong, as I do when I meet new and undoubtedly cool people.
Some other cool stuff that happened that day:
- We tried our hand at making cocktails, and so with our small but slowly growing mini-bar, we cooked up a Fuckeroni, a Mojito-type drink without the mint; a Bitter Bitch, a snapple-rum mixture with some syrup and lemon juice that turned out SO GOOD; and a classic gin-pomelo. They werenāt at all bad for a coupla amateurs.
- We played Spyfall 2, and as it turns out I am quite the effective liar/detective.
- So yeah, that was fun.
On Saturday, Kean and I were craving for Recipesā gising-gising and Generalās chicken, so we made our own. It turned out great!! The gising-gising I daresay was perfect. The chicken was not as crunchy as we hoped, but the flavor was definitely on point. We also went to mass with Keanās mom (itās required of him to go to mass) before I finally headed home.
On Sunday, I spent the morning at home and then back at Keanās in the afternoon where we watched a Netflix movie, did a buttload of chores, before finally calling it a weekend.
I know that mustāve sounded super boring especially if youāre not terribly invested in my life (who is lol) but it feels nice to look back and think about how simple happiness can be sometimes.
I am horrifyingly and desperately romantic. I am constantly amazed by how the right person can change the way I see things, the way I experience the world, down to the way I write (I used to be so cynical it scares me).
How lucky am I that I found a cute boy who surrounds my life with music (literally and figuratively), and shares the same strange affinity for hosting people, recreating restaurant recipes, and re-watching old comedies?
I donāt know. But it sure does feel good.
December 3, 2018
I have a penchant for starting things I donāt finish, so hereās another one of those.
Iāve been thinking about doing content for a very long time now. Maybe ever since I learned the ways of the computer. Which has been a long time considering Iām old. Like, almost 30 old. Not grandma old, but old enough in terms of plenty of things. For example: Perhaps I am too old for training wheels, or to ask my Mom to pay for my phone bill. Perhaps I am too old for blogging and starting things I know Iāll eventually forget about.
But thatās not the point here. I just want to write and share things. Sure, thereās Twitter and Instagram and Facebook for that. Itās just that every now and then I start to look for something more personal -- something a little less, IDK, megaphone-my-problems-and-occasional-splurges-out-to-the-world-hoping-the-world-will-think-of-me-a-certain-way. Blogging feels a little less judgmental, a little more forgiving.
You might ask, āWhat in the heckās name is a āGorlo?āā
Gorlo is a moniker my boyfriend, the love of my life, Kean, calls me. We like to think itās more than just a pet name. Weird as it sounds, āGorloā has come to mean a lot of things to us: its a descriptor of the tiny world we share, the name of the language weāve built overtime, and what we like to call the comfort of knowing that someone else belongs in it. Itās sweet and itās cheesy. Itās okay. Iām too old to deny I am not a sucker for sweet and cheese. I eat that shit right up and it is amazing.
Gorlo is me, a sucker for love.
Today Iād also like to share that itās been 32 days since I last had a cigarette.
I was a smoker for nearly 10 years. I remember my first smoke, in October of 2008, having been to impress a girl I liked. A girl who, a couple years after I started smoking, decided never to talk to me again. (It was my fault, I ditched her for another girl who was actually interested in me at the time.)
Smoking was terrible. It gave me hyperacidity, bad teeth, but also plenty of friends. I decided that Iām too old for it now. I also realise that if I wanted to, Iāll gain friends whether or not I placed a cigarette between my lips. If I donāt, well, I already have a bunch of friends anyway.
I guess thatās all for my introduction post to this blog Iāll never get to update. But thatās my defense mechanisms talking. I actually want to get some stuff done, starting with this one. Iām also trying this thing where I tell myself that Iām too old to break promises to myself.
So....uh....yeah. Iāll just finish it here before it starts to get awkward...
November 25, 2018