Fridays are gay days!
You’re gay, he’s gay, she’s gay, I’m gay, everyone is fucking gay cause yesterday was a Friday!
M Cafe (Manila) crab cakes = Bryanboy’s breakfast + lunch
Fridays are cheating days, too. I’m sooo obese I wanna cry, slit my wrists before jumping off the bridge to die. :(
I hope you’re all having a good weekend.
I went to M Cafe early Friday afternoon to meet 2 gals from the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism. They interviewed me for one of their videocasts etc. I think it went well. As usual, I stuttered and spat my usual round of verbal diarrhea. I got all nervous because my dad told me PCIJ is a highly-respected media/journalism/whatever chu chu and the people who keep an eye out on them are highly-educated and respectable figures in the Philippines. Also, their topics usually revolve around "serious" subjects like politics, state of the third world nation and all that bullcrap.
We all know where I stand when it comes to Filiflippin politics – I just don’t give a flying fuck. I’m a terrible, selfish citizen. At least I have the balls to admit it. I haven’t voted. Heck, I’m not even registered to vote. And even if I did register, I wouldn’t know how to vote or who to vote for. There’s 84 million other people in the third world I’ll leave it up to them to do the job. Maybe I’ll vote when there’s integrity in the elections. Election season is oh so predictable here — votes are bought, ballots are stolen, cheating in tallying. Why on earth should you vote when you know there’s a risk that my vote will go down the drain? Shit, can you imagine, all our votes are tallied MANUALLY and they’re not computerised? The Swedes found out who their new prime minister in a matter of hours. Go Fredrik Reinfeld! How backwards and primitive are we? The government was planning to computerize (for the lack of better word) the entire voting system for the longest time whatever but even that thing was tainted with corruption.
We’re a hopeless bunch, I’m telling you. They don’t call us the fucking third world for nothing.
All I know is that most politicians, I repeat, MOST, not ALL politicians, are corrupt twats with nothing but their own interests in mind (like me, minus the corrupt AND the politician part hahaha) in addition to all the super fabulous things that come with spending the taxpayers money, fancy cars, fancy clothes, a shitload of bodyguards, etc (sooo not like me).
I think it’s better for me to shut my mouth now cause ultimately, I want to be adopted by a politician and I want to be BFFs (YES YES YESSSSSSSSSS!) with a wealthy politician’s child. When you think about it, I shouldn’t trash them because I don’t even vote. I’m never gonna achieve that goal if I don’t keep my mouth shut on my limited knowledge/shaded and jaded view of politicians. I’m sure there’s a lot of Filipino politicians and their fabulous offspring reading my blog and I still want to have some sort of a face to show them if ever I get to meet them. The last thing I want to happen is some kid coming up to me telling me "oh why are you writing shit about my daddy/mommy/aunt/uncle/grandpa/grandma on your blog?". I wouldn’t know how to respond to that question in the event that happens.
I think I’ll just play blind for their benefit, my benefit and everyone else’s benefit.
(JESUS MOTHER OF GOD LOOK AT ALL THE SHIT I WROTE ABOVE AND I COULDN’T HELP BUT WONDER HOW ON EARTH I MANAGED TO PULL ALL THAT CRAP OUT OF MY ASS!!!! SEE… I’M NOT EXACTLY DUMB YOU KNOW.)
Booo hoooo I don’t wanna bore you any further because talking about this whole politics/serious topics/whatever crap is fatal to what’s left of my mere 2 brain cells.
So yeah… the interview went well I think. When the gals left, I ordered for crab cakes and a watermelon shake.
I had time to spare that afternoon and I didn’t wanna go home just yet so I popped by my office to pick up my mail. I got two important letters from the USA and I’m EXTREMELY happy. I can’t tell you what they are for now but you’ll find out in about 2 weeks. Evolution galore!
I also visited my friend Thons at his office. He works for Generation Pink Magazine. Their office is a few floors down from my office. I’ve always been fascinated with offices. You know, real big office environments, corporate ladder sort of thing. When I was a child, my dad used to bring me and my siblings to his office like once a year or something just to see what it’s like.
Personally though I could never imagine having an 8-5 job in a real office environment unless it’s really fun and related to something I’m passionate about (like slutting around) or if they pay me at least US$20,000 a month.
Someone I know in London posted on a discussion forum posted an an artworker desk job for EMI Records and I asked him whether there are job openings for people like me. I told him all I want is a job where the only thing they need from me is to look pretty sitting behind a desk and that’s all. I also wanted something where I can talk on the phone with my friends anything I want to and for as long as I want to and I want something where I can leave the office to shop or eat if I’m bored (obviously the company expense account will pay for EVERYTHING) whenever I want. Also, I want an office job that allows me to take home as many office supplies, computer ink in particular, as I want to without being questioned by human resources.
IS THERE ANY COMPANY OUT THERE WHO IS LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO DRAIN THEIR RESOURCES WITH EASE? SEND ME A NOTE!
Maybe working in a big office is exciting? Imagine if you have LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF single, tall, well-hung gorgeous officemates and you all congregate near the watercooler for office gossip/chit chat/etc and you can flirt with your boss at his office and give him blowjobs during lunch so he can give you a raise/promotion? God knows how many couples (and babies) are made every day in the office.
Nah. Fuck it. I don’t think I’ll survive.
I stayed at their office for about an hour to check my emails before going straight to my favourite Thai restaurant in Manila, People’s Palace, for dinner. I was too lazy to take photos but I had 5 lychee martinis and their crispy catfish and green mango salad. DELICIOUS!
After Dinner, I popped by Katrina’s store to look for new things. I ended up buying 3 black tops and a bracelet. I wanna take photos of the tops but they’re all black I think it’s best if I take photos of me wearing it.
Sy-Kat Couture & Alterations
122 Jupiter Street
BTW, meet Billy. I mean Belinda. LOL. Belinda is quite a character. Yes, she used to be a boy but now she’s a girl. She’s Kat’s assistant and she takes care of the store. She’s a doll. She’s like this tall, thin harmless, quiet person and calls me "Mr Bryan". I hate how she’s thinner and younger than me… oh and I hate how their credit card terminal ran out of paper in the middle of my transaction so I ended up getting charged twice. Bitch you better refund me cause I’m poor and I need a Chanel jacket before xmas hahaha!!!! I got a sweet discount though. Thanks guys =)
Hmm.. come to think of it, I SHOULD BE GETTING MORE DISCOUNTS OFTEN. I’M BRYANBOY, I’M SO FULL OF SHIT (AND MYSELF) THEREFORE I SHOULD BE ENTITLED TO DISCOUNTS AND FREEBIES EVERYWHERE I GO!!!! HAHAHAHA! *I’M KIDDING* I REALLY SHOULD DEFLATE MY FUCKING EGO NOW. Discounts, perks and privileges are great but I don’t wanna be one of those people who are 100% dependent (and live off) freebies. At the end of the day, businesses are there to make money and to make profit.
I also visited the I LOVE YOU store. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE THIS PLACE. Their walls are decorated with doodles and scribbles… soo cute.
My god, I wanted to buy EVERYTHING there. Their merchandise and selection are sooo much better now. The last time I visited I LOVE YOU was last year when they used to have this super tiny space on top of this rocker/alternative/alanis morisette in the 90s-type place/bar.
I LOVE YOU STORE
7840 Pilar Place
Makati Avenue, Makati City Philippines
They don’t accept credit cards so be prepared for cash when you go here. I found out the hard way — all I had that night was US$10 and my Mastercard. I didn’t know they don’t accept credit cards so I told Corinne, one of the owners, to reserve a sweater, a cardigan, a hat, 2 vintage sunglasses and a brooch for me. I hope they won’t let go of the things I wanted. The sweater is sooo fucking chic.
Also, I almost shat my pants when I saw their super vintage sunglasses – I swear to fucking god, some of my Linda Farrow Gallery sunglasses look exactly the same and those Linda Farrows are fuckin expensive mother fuckers. I got a pair in Hong Kong for like a little under US$900 (I SWEAR TO GOD LINDA FARROW sunnies are super expensivo!!!) and the ones at the I LOVE YOU store are a little under US$20 each and they’re both the real deal — vintage, that is.
I’m gonna have to go back to the store early next week because they’re closed on Sundays and Mondays. It’s a good thing they open (and close) extremely late. Can you imagine, they open at 2PM and close at 1AM on Fridays? ALL THE SHOPS IN THE WORLD SHOULD BE JUST LIKE THAT! I’ll take more pictures when I come back.
After shopping, we all went to Government, my favourite gay club in Manila. Happy anniversary Government! It’s the 3rd time I went here this year. I think I should go to the gay club more often. I mean hello, 3 times in 10 months? That’s saddddd. LOL.
I danced for god knows how long to the point where I got all sweaty and icky, just like the good ol days. I probably lost a good kilo. Hey, a kilo is still a kilo. I’m sooo obese these days.
I had to leave the club at 2:30AM cause I had a little emergency — I didn’t take a poo earlier in the day and my stomach dictated my curfew. I originally planned on going home before 12 so think how fucking hard it was for me to keep it in.
Track of the moment: Wilson Phillips – Hold On
I’m currently having a late 80s/early 90s obsession. I really wished I spent my teenage years back then – the older folk of today really had the best of everything.
On second thought, I would’ve been an old fart pedophile child molester now. Yuk yuk yuk!
*sing with me mother fuckers…*
You could sustain or are you comfortable with the pain? You’ve got no one to blame for your unhappiness, you got yourself into your own mess. Lettin’ your worries pass you by, don’t you think it’s worth your time to change your mind?
Some day somebody’s gonna make you want to turn around and say goodbye?
Until then baby are you going to let them hold you down and make you cry?
Don’t you know, don’t you know things can change, things’ll go your way?
If you hoooooooooooollld on for one more day….
As always, you know how to get a hold of me. Email firstname.lastname@example.org or SMS +63.915.785.14892.
I love each and every one of you.
PPSS. Can you imagine… only 75 shopping days left before Christmas? JUST FUCKING GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!