Out with the old and in with the older.
Someone’s getting his jawline back.
MEOW!! Big pictionary after the jump. Click click click!
I’ve been so busy the past few days it’s crazy! So many things to do, so little time. I seriously need to get a life, I swear.
I spent the entire morning running around town with a huge list of errands. I won’t bore you with that shit so let’s start at the point where I got my haircut done. I went to Acqua salon again. BTW, for those of you who won’t stop emailing/texting for my ‘list’, I’m gonna make a huge ass list of the third world places I frequent/love so keep an eye out for it.
Anyway, this is like what, my 2nd haircut in less than a month? I’m REALLY getting tired of long hair. I’m sooo dunzo with that silly ‘phase’. Long hair never really suited me unless it’s a long, blond wig.
I say what, what? Wanna do it in the butt? What what, in da butt.
So yeah. I’m gonna get my hair even shorter like next week. Maybe I’ll get another colour/highlights, too.
OK, it’s not AS short as what I used to do with my hair but this is hella shorter than what I’ve had this year.
Out with the old and in with the shorter.
God damn I look like a tool on that photo, no? Hahahhahhaha!
After my haircut, I did a few more errands, bought a few things here and there and went to another mall to meet up with a friend.
By the way, there’s a Homme et Femme (women’s) sale going on at the Shangri-la mall until December 9th. Saw lots of Costume National, Balenciaga, Marni, Viktor & Rolf and more.
This Balenciaga jacket caught my eye.
Here’s another photo my friend took.
After Homme et Femme, we went to Ben Sherman where I tried a few men’s clothes for shits and giggles.
The store is nice though I’m not sure about the union jack overload. There’s something about the union jack that reminds me of the Spice Girls. ICK.
Everything ended up being wayyy too big for me. Sizing is my main problem when it comes to men’s clothes. Even the smallest Dior Homme is wayy too large for me.
There was this gray cardigan and blue shirt that was cute but when I tried it on, my friend was all like it wasn’t for me/personality.
I love stripes so I picked this sweater up just to try it but alas… too big.
But that didn’t stop me from taking photos.
Look at my face. I look like a retard. Ugh. The top is size small men’s and the trousers are… get ready for a shock horror.
30 INCHES! The trousers are seriously loose and baggy. I swear to god it took wayyy
more than a miracle to keep it hanging. They’re wayyy too big for me. I
can’t even imagine having a 30-inch waist. I like the sweater though. I
think it’s cute though a little too big for me.
GETCHA FREAK ON!!!!!!!!!!!
This is SERIOUSLY freaky, no? Straight-acting is soo not me!!!
Work it like you own it, shake it till you break it, fake it till you make it.
Smile for the cameras! Y’all know I loathe smiling but I’m gonna
smile this time so I won’t get accused of having only one facial
expression. I mean for real… there are faggots out there who tell me
I only have 1 facial expression. Some fucker even made a site for it.
Go check it out. http://bryanboy.ytmnd.com/
SCARY SPICE IS THAT CHU?
After Ben Sherman we went to the cinemas to watch a movie. My friend wanted to see Scarlett Johansson’s flick, the Nanny Diaries.
Scarlett was cute in the film. I honestly didn’t get her appeal until now.
The film was shitty though. Sorry!
I bet Citi Financial sponsored that film, especially with the strategic usage of the red umbrella logo throughout the movie.
While everyone had popcorn and water, I on the other hand got a huge tub of nachos and ground beef and this german frankfurter sandwich which is the smelliest shit I’ve had in the longest time.
Louis Vuitton, Miu Miu, Goyard and Chanel. Third world excess brought to you by…
After the movie, we all went to Dome Cafe…
where I had a heavy dinner. I wanted to impress the folks I went out with that I *DO* eat so I got myself a huge plate of smoked salmon, which I devoured on my own, right down to the last morsel of minced eggs…
… and a bowl of pumpkin soup. Since it was binge night, I also ate the bread. Hell hath no fury like the wrath of carbs!
Like any good pro-anamiakarenina, I purged.
JUST KIDDING! Oh my god, there are millions, if not billions, of starving people in the world. There’s no way I’m gonna tinker my throat for the sake of some silly "lifestyle choice".
Nothing beats the pleasure of enjoying a couple of cigarettes after a big meal. But yeah, this photo is fuckin scary!
Today’s Obligatory Paparazzi Shot
I have one thing to say. Sashay, shante. Shante, shante, shante!
And there you have it!
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