Even in my timezone I consider it a bit late. Or it's probably because I'm so used to shows air in the afternoon.…
Staying up late for drama marathons is my jam, but can a girl get some spice and sizzle in her series?!
Honey, you've had your sights set on Seiji since last week. Now, with Khemthis playing the lovesick puppy, I'm all in for Seiji. Why? Because he's got the art of teasing Pan down to a T.
I would so much like a cry piranha on a week day! š š š
Cry Piranhaā as a cocktail name? Sounds like a drink with a bite thatāll leave you swimming in emotionsāor maybe just crying for another round! š¹ Better wear your adventurous fins; this oneās bound to take you on a wild ride down the river of flavors. Naughty, sassy, and with just enough bite to keep things interesting. š¤£š¤£
Wela to Khemthis:I fucked you or you fucked me?Khemthis: You? Fucked me?Then he chuckled.Me: What is that suppose…
Khemthisās chuckle isnāt sarcasm, itās more like amusement mixed with a dash of reality check. š Heās probably thinking Wela was too tipsy to navigate anything beyond a make-out session. Itās like, āSweetheart, you were in dreamland, not exactly leading a passionate charge.ā Just a cute moment of clarity amidst the chaos.
Alright, I dragged myself out of bed at the ungodly hour of noon on Friday, stone-cold sober, unlike Wela who probably can't even spell "sober" after last night. Seriously, what's up with airing a BL series at 2:00 AM in Japan? It's a rom com, not a classified document. Why the need for secrecy?
My review from yesterday saying Deep Night is as vanilla as my grandma's cookies wasn't throwing shade. It was me, expecting a rollercoaster and getting a carousel. I've danced with the night long enough to crave a bit of rebellion in my BL dramas. Deep Night, with its sugar-sweet rom com vibes, still hooks me in ā a testament to my patience or their charm, who's to say?
Criticizing is a form of love, right? First off, a plea to the fashion gods: Can all hosts please take a page out of Seiji's lookbook? Mediocre fashion hurts my eyes. I'm here for Di's outfits in the upcoming episodes ā let's hope they bring some sparkle to my screen.
Moving on, it's high time all hosts leveled up their entertainment game! Episode two was a snooze fest with Wela hitting the bottle too hard, Seiji lost in his Japan (Pan) fixation, and the rest just blending into the wallpaper. I want drama, I want flair, I want cocktails that don't taste like regret. As Madam Freya would say, "Make it rain tips, not yawns."
Third call-out to the ladies turning Thailand's gay bars into their personal soap operas: Play nice, but play hard. Episode one's high-heeled drama queen and episode two's influencer turned bartender? Honey, if you're thirsty for attention, go live and spare us the secondhand embarrassment. Maybe the scriptwriter's Instagram is as dusty as their sense of time zones.
Let's talk about the elephant in the room ā the Wela and Khemthis 'flirtation seminar'. Khemthis isn't bottom shaming Wela; he's just stating facts with a side of sass. "You were a hot mess last night, and now you're asking for a recap on positions as if we're discussing yoga?" Please, spare me.
Finally, a shout-out to the powers that be: More Madam Freya and Di, less eye-roll-worthy female cameos. This isn't a battle of the sexes; it's a plea for quality entertainment. The world of BL dramas might be a galaxy where all the stars are gay, but let's not turn it into a black hole of stereotypes.
As I sip on my second espresso, contemplating my escape from expat life, I dream of a time zone where Thai BL and I can live happily ever after. Is that too much to ask?
At the risk of sounding ignorant, why is Kemthis spraying perfume on a comb?
Spritz that perfume on your comb, honey, and give those locks a sweep. Instant glam scent without the drama of dryness. Subtle, yet fabulously fragrant!
Fourteen weeks deep into āPlayboyy,ā and honey, Iāve not just embraced high-waisted pantsāIāve practically married them. So, sisters, letās hike up those waistlines and sway those hips like we own the catwalk.š¤£š¤£
Seiji's rocking that sheer black number like heās the main event at Muscle Beach, leaving little to the imagination and every muscle contour on display. Honey, I was so glued to the screen, you'd think I was on a pasty patrol.
Oh, and letās not skip the memo on her serving that midriff with more sass than a Lizzo high note. She's not just flashing a muffin top; sheās putting out a full-blown confidence feast, larger and in charge. Honey, itās not just a look; itās a whole mood, with extra servings of fierce on the side.
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Honey, you've had your sights set on Seiji since last week. Now, with Khemthis playing the lovesick puppy, I'm all in for Seiji. Why? Because he's got the art of teasing Pan down to a T.
My review from yesterday saying Deep Night is as vanilla as my grandma's cookies wasn't throwing shade. It was me, expecting a rollercoaster and getting a carousel. I've danced with the night long enough to crave a bit of rebellion in my BL dramas. Deep Night, with its sugar-sweet rom com vibes, still hooks me in ā a testament to my patience or their charm, who's to say?
Criticizing is a form of love, right? First off, a plea to the fashion gods: Can all hosts please take a page out of Seiji's lookbook? Mediocre fashion hurts my eyes. I'm here for Di's outfits in the upcoming episodes ā let's hope they bring some sparkle to my screen.
Moving on, it's high time all hosts leveled up their entertainment game! Episode two was a snooze fest with Wela hitting the bottle too hard, Seiji lost in his Japan (Pan) fixation, and the rest just blending into the wallpaper. I want drama, I want flair, I want cocktails that don't taste like regret. As Madam Freya would say, "Make it rain tips, not yawns."
Third call-out to the ladies turning Thailand's gay bars into their personal soap operas: Play nice, but play hard. Episode one's high-heeled drama queen and episode two's influencer turned bartender? Honey, if you're thirsty for attention, go live and spare us the secondhand embarrassment. Maybe the scriptwriter's Instagram is as dusty as their sense of time zones.
Let's talk about the elephant in the room ā the Wela and Khemthis 'flirtation seminar'. Khemthis isn't bottom shaming Wela; he's just stating facts with a side of sass. "You were a hot mess last night, and now you're asking for a recap on positions as if we're discussing yoga?" Please, spare me.
Finally, a shout-out to the powers that be: More Madam Freya and Di, less eye-roll-worthy female cameos. This isn't a battle of the sexes; it's a plea for quality entertainment. The world of BL dramas might be a galaxy where all the stars are gay, but let's not turn it into a black hole of stereotypes.
As I sip on my second espresso, contemplating my escape from expat life, I dream of a time zone where Thai BL and I can live happily ever after. Is that too much to ask?