Postal ID

Written By bryanboy

Postcards from the third world: Postal ID

Ignore that photo. Damnnnn I look like a fat jailbait retarded. That shit is soo old I can’t be bothered to take a new one. I went through hell fire and back just to get one of these cheap-ass laminated IDs that is oh so third world.

Postal ID

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According to the clerk I spoke to at the bank, Postal IDs are pretty much acceptable if I don’t have a driver’s license. I called the post office yesterday and all I need was my community tax certificate (cedula) and a barangay clearance/proof that I live where I live so it was all piss easy.

Our local post office is located in the 2nd floor of this filthy market.

post office

I was soo scared to go inside that dingy place at first but you know what, a girl’s gotta do what a girl gotta do. Besides, it’s all safe and good; contrary to what people think of ghetto ass places, most people are relatively harmless.



As soon as I walked inside the post office EVERYONE as in ALL the post office peasants stared at me as if I’m the messiah. It was fun!!! A couple of old ladies there told me I’m soo pretty, as in "ang ganda mo naman". O diba? Beat that!

With all that unwanted attention and all those eyes focused on me, it’s perfectly natural for me to strut my fat ass inside.

That’s exactly what I did… people stare… put on a show.. make it worth their while. HAHAHAHA!

I went to 3 different rooms just to get my postal ID sorted out.

When I got there, the tranny offered her chair so that I’m "comfortable" blah blah blah. It’s quite evident that she recognized supremacy… I don’t blame her. It’s not my fault that I’m soo fucking pretty. HAHAHA! Just kidding.


I don’t want special treatment and she got that chair first so I politely refused.

God forbid what sort of bacteria and disease she’s got up her ass…

Just kidding!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M NOT MEAN, PROMISE!!!!!!

I appreciate her gesture but really, I don’t mind standing for a few minutes. It’s not like I’m gonna die if I don’t park my ass somewhere. There’s a word for it but I don’t know what it is in english — HINDI AKO MAARTE.


The tranny and the old ladies asked me all sorts of questions when I filled out these nasty forms. YES, for the 75490765798696789637th time, I got the crazy "are you a celebrity" (artista ka ba) question.


I swear to god, every time I go to bitch ass places, people ask me that nasty question. It’s fun but it really is annoying.

I’ll be honest. I don’t want to be on the same level as those "artistas"/celebrities they see in third world TV. I have my head far up my own ass and I like to think of myself as more supreme compared to them so when people ask me whether I’m a third world celebrity or not, they are pretty much insulting my character. God I’m soo full of myself I love it.

Chaka Khan is that chu?

Or better yet, Malu Fernandez is that chu?

Just kidding.


No offense to third world celebrities who read my blog.  I just don’t like it when people think of me as a celebrity. Right from the start I’ve always said I’m not a celebrity and I certainly don’t see myself as one so there. Besides, I’m really not THAT pretty.

Here’s the fun part.

They had all these questions on the form like your height, complexion, hair colour, eye colour, etc. I hate these things. I feel like a fuckin lab rat/nazi concentration camp person for scientific experiments etc.

The tranny and all the old ladies wrote "brown" as their complexion. I was like fuckthat shit, I don’t even know what my real skin colour is anymore because I’m addicted to self-tanners so "tan" is what I wrote on the form. It’s better than brown, no? HAHAHAHAHHAA!

post office

Thank god they didn’t ask my weight. I’m soo paranoid when it comes to these forms; I don’t want to lie about my weight. Can you imagine the embarassment if I wrote 95 pounds on the form and then they’d make me go on a weighing scale to find out that I’m 115 pounds?

Fast forward a few minutes later, I realized all these height/complexion/hair colour/eye colour is nothing but a crock of shite so I charmed my way with the post office lady to add an extra inch on my height, you know, for personal satisfaction.

And voila.

postal id

The post office lady wagged her finger at me but she said she’ll only make this exception once because I’m pretty. In third world monkey language: "o sige na, maganda ka kasi". I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! IT’S AMAZING WHAT THE POWER OF BEAUTY CAN DO!!!!!

And there you have it.

One ID down, another ID to go.

I need to figure out a way to convert my old cardboard social security card into one of them new plastic cards. I spoke to a lady there and they told me it takes about a month and a half before I get one in the mail.

social security

Let’s see what MY beauty can do if I go to their office. Surely there must be someone in the government who you can give a blowjob to get what you want, no?

Email me and tell me you love me. My email address is

I love you all, as always.

PS. Why don’t you take a photo so it will last longer?


  1. I didn’t think you were mean, I thought you were still being nice to the capital TRANNY! You could have asked her?/him?/IT! to DEFINE TRANNY! Thank gawd you didn’t accept the seat, who knows you might catch herpes, aids, hepa, TB, etc. from IT!
    I don’t recommend that you blowjob 3rd world politicians, you’ll end up getting fat cause all you’ll get is well..FAT and sweat, lard etc..EEEEwWWWW!
    Don’t use the power of beauty too much, remember that WITH GREAT POWER comes GREAT RESPONSIBILTY — and with GREAT BEAUTY comes GREAT SEX? I don’t know what I’m talking about!
    By the way, I was salivating when I was reading your McDo post, I think I’m getting weak…but thank gawd there’s the fashion videos! Love Natasha and Freja!

  2. bryan, yer makin me laugh the hell out of me like, this entry is…. my most favorite entry. i mean the entire experience, surreal. and yeah, i dunno whats “di ako maarte” translated in english. maybe bryan choosy ka lang… i chose to believe you are indeed.. choosy. heehee!

  3. Maybe try to get a TIN card. I got mine year/s ago and I didnt even need to go to the office, somebody just handed me the signed cardboard card. I just later on sticked a photo and have it laminated. No fuss.
    I also got a postal ID few months ago and it was funny the typist asked me what “fair” means since it was what i have written as my complexion.

  4. when going to the sss office..ready yourself for more third world aliens… hehehe…or bring your ipod so you wont hear them ask you if youre a third world celebrity again…
    i heart you bryan…you write the best blogs ever!

  5. You always make my day Bryanboy! I like this post very much. You are gorgeous! Mwah!

  6. olander badaso 4rm ph

    Typical RP nightmare. Love your writting style, bb!
    I just want to ask, why is it that there is a “French (or is it not?)” translation on the postal ID? I don’t get it? Are we filipino’s croissant now?

  7. it’s funny how you don’t want to be mistaken as a celebrity, when all the filipinos in teh states who are just the least bit decent looking want to move back to the motherland in hopes of being on some crappy noon-time variety show.

  8. ogurigin

    try getting the sss id with a lot of patience. i received mine for five months! while the person i’m with received her’s in just two months! expect to get the best service in local office!

  9. i always come and read but i never comment. but this was just funny. i loved it`!!!

  10. bridezilla

    i love it!!!! especially the “tan” part… you are so funny you dont even know it no.. =)

  11. bridezilla

    i love it!!!! especially the “tan” part… you are so funny you dont even know it no.. =)

  12. are you even human that you need a postal id? you sound very condescending, look at your semian face not much different from your arsehole.

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