Pink, Dilemma, Fear and Non-fat Yoghurt
Before we continue with today’s post, let me say hi to all the girls at Dutch Elle. I love you all! Thanks for crashing my website several times in the past 2 days. Hahaha!
Wearing a pale-coloured top in this third world shithole is no easy feat when you’re a sweaty betty like me and Mischa B. Yesterday afternoon was an exception. It was beautiful — not too hot and not too sticky. It’s amazing how I managed to roam around the block without a single sweat mark on my clothes.
I’ve been living in a cocoon for far too long and it’s been quite awhile since I last ran some errands. There’s a lot of things on my "to-do" list so I thought I’d go out for some fresh air. To celebrate the occassion, I thought it would be appropriate to wear pink.
OMG I LOVE THIS WHOLE SPECTACLE!!!
I’ll keep this entry short and sweet because it’s fucking 6:25AM. I’m supposed to be asleep but all this drama ignited some spark between my (mere) 2 brain cells. I feel that, as a citizen of the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives, it is my civic duty to educate all my minions about this whole issue.
This is fun! I finally have a good reason why I should read the newspaper instead of US Weekly.
Not too long ago, I blogged about that bigoted old man who wrote a very homophobic piece in one of our top newspapers. After 48 hours, Manuel L. Quezon III (who is the grandson of the late Manuel L. Quezon) replied in the same newspaper with his opinion piece entitled "The grand inquisitor."
BTW, Manuel L. Quezon (the first… my god, all these numbers are making me dizzy) is the 2nd President of the Philippines. I’m sure there wasn’t much corruption back then so I can say I love this man. Anyway, don’t expect too much from me because my knowledge of Filipino history is extremely limited — I skipped class to smoke cigarettes, drink pineapple shandy and whore myself to pedophiles; that’s my education, right there.
NEWSFLASH: If you live in NEW YORK CITY, expect a shitload of I HEART BRAYNBOY stickers coming your way (shit, I can’t even spell my name properly I’m not gonna bother correcting it cause we all know I don’t proofread or spell check my shit). Anyway, half of my readers in the USA live in Manhattan and the surrounding boroughs. My minions are going to shamelessly promote my fat brown ass in the city that never sleeps. I’m on a fucking roll!!!! I can’t wait!
NEWSFLASH #2: Due to insistent public demand and for easy access (I guess you all love them), I’m gonna repost my backpacking-related posts. I must have been on crack when I wrote those entries. Click here (the BIGGEST PICTIONARY EVAR) and here (Bryanboy the backpacker).
Why does my ass have to be extremely big?
I’m too embarassed to post photos of my ass online but I’ll do so anyway because I have no sense of shame and I’m one heck of a fucking attention whore. You know I know that you know (confused? hah!) I’m only doing so that you’ll post silly comments like "you don’t really have a fat ass" when in reality, my ass is sooo fucking huge it belongs to a fucking hippopotamus.
The good thing is, my extremely obese batwings are getting smaller as each day comes. One more lipo session next week and I’m gonna be thin, thin, thin… I hope! *fingers crossed*
More camwhorage after the jump…
Food Poisoning and Filming
I don’t even know where to begin. A lot of things happened in the past few days. If I got a dollar every time I said ‘food poisoning’ over the past 72 hours I’d be one heck of a very wealthy faggot by now.
The good news is I lost some weight… and I’m VERY well on my way on losing some more.
That’s David Kempner (left), me and Fenton Bailey (right). Fenton has produced far too many award-winning documentaries, TV shows and films like The RuPaul Show, The Eyes of Tammy Faye, Party Monster, HBO Documentary Monica (Lewinsky) in Black and White, Inside Deep Throat and TransGeneration amongst many others. David, on the other hand… well, I found out early on Wednesday morning that he filmed Paris Hilton before. He also worked on Inside Deep Throat and Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason.