I’M SOOO FUCKING PISSED.
You read that right.
It’s not every day I dream of something. The last time I had a dream was back in 1942 and it involved Valentino and his yacht as well as those silly little amphetamine pills they prescribe for children with ADD.
Back to Brunette
Blondes have more fun but brunettes always remember what happened last night.
Jesus. This third-world weather is killing me! Where’s that so-called cool "ber" (Sept/Oct/Nov/Dec) breeze? It’s mid-October already and it’s still FUCKING hot. *sigh*
Blond boys have more fun
Yes, you read that right. No, you’re not hallucinating.
I’m sooo depressed I thought I’d scare the shit out of people at the mall.
Is it September 11 once again?
Breaking news from NYC:
More here: Reuters
Aircraft hits New York building
A small plane has crashed into a building in New York City. It happened on the Upper East Side of Manhattan island. TV pictures show flames coming out of the high-rise building.
Photo credit: First Coast News
Bryanboy’s note: it’s time to buy stocks!!!!!!!!!!! Buy low sell high!
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. :(
Love is a game.. it drives me insane
Love is a game… it drives me insane. I feel no shame and won’t take no blame.
Before I begin with my usual spiel, let me tell you that my "111" (one pill, one fruit cup and one glass of milk a day) diet didn’t work for me. It was terrible. It fucked my head up completely. I spent the entire time popping sleeping pills because I got dizzy all the time from the lack of food. That’s why I haven’t updated my blog recently. Well, that and the bollocking typhoon too.
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.