Certificate of Appreciation
OH. MY. GOD. Yesterday was fun. Guess who got a little certificate from one of the top MBA/Business schools in the fabulous third world for "invaluable services" rendered? And no, I’m not talking about peddling my infamous blowjobs and
crystal meth/amphetamine adderall pills to MBA students to help them with their exams.
Ateneo de Manila University Graduate School of Business! Woohoo! This is wayyyyyy better than my diploma from Debbie’s Korrespondence with Klass Skool of Kosmetology!!!!
For the life of god.
You know, the other day, I thought I’d meet up with one of my good ol’ friends, Mrs. T., for a little bit of chit chat over a nice cuppa. I haven’t seen her in AGESSSSS and it’s not often I get to go to her area. Talk about perfect timing — it was nice of her to make time for ickle old me (yes babe, I am OLDDDDDDD I HATE ITTTT) in between her meetings.
The first thing she told me is that I lost some weight. BTW, I’m warning you, I look like a diseased haggard old skank in the photo you are about to see on that link but hey, that’s nothing new. Hahahaha!
Nueva Yorkers, read this: a little bird told me I might be doing a cameo appearance in tomorrow’s NY Post Sunday Pulse. Shhhh! Let’s keep it a secret; I don’t want to jinx it. Afterall, the New York Post, home of Page Six, is America’s 5th largest newspaper, even larger than the Washington Post in terms of circulation. Maybe I should start writing more "open letters"? You never know who’s reading my blog these days. Hah! Be sure to get yourselves a copy cause if I do end up being there, y’all need to scan it.
Geography is no boundary when it comes to Bryanboy’s faggotry sooooooo yeah. Whatevs.
I’m too lazy to do an update. Will do it later.
P.S. I think this is a sign. Us Weekly, Star, People, National Enquirer, News of the World, The Sun and The Mirror, here I come! LOL
Stop. Freeze. Listen. Work it!
Do you ever find yourself in situations where you just want to FREEZE the moment and get the entire world to stop in order for you to tackle things one at a time? If you think people with 9-5 jobs got it hard, try having an 20-hour workday. It’s been a madhouse the past few days, it’s just CRAZY! 24 hours is simply NOT ENOUGH! People in the third world are enjoying their bloody "holy week" holidays left and right doing nothing and here I am, stressed like a prune, because of the sheer amount of things I have on my plate.
I reached yet another all-time low yesterday night. Click, click, click! It’s time for good ol’ verbal diarrhea!
I know these pictures are two years old but I have to disinfenct the stench of femininity on my blog. I need to ‘balance’ things out.
Inside My Bag
"I fell. I fell in Dior. So I decided that the more I purchased the less they’d think of me as the American who fell in Dior." — Carrie Bradshaw
Ladies and gentlemen… Miss Grace Jones. Slave to the rhythm.
Scoop bitch scoop!
Weapons of mass destruction.
The title says it all.
Shirt from Boudicca, trousers from Gucci, shoes from Lanvin, hat from Mich Dulce.
Blue-collar threesome, anyone?
White trash chic
Boy do I have lots in store for you. Before we play pictionary primetime, I would like to dedicate the following photos to our American white trash sisters. We all know I have a soft heart and a major weakness when it comes to caucasian white trash — the homeless, the social scum, people on the dole, the drug junkies, the ones who live in trailer parks and yes, that also includes people who live in bumfuck American states with their messy hair, bleached jeans, white sneakers, baggy tops. Think of the "normal" people from that old tv show Rescue 911.
That photo says it all. Even when I’m poor and homeless, I still look sooo. fucking. gorgeous.
Live from the 2007 Bloggies… in TEXAS
Live from Texassssss in the US of A, I present you this year’s bloggies!
Photo courtesy of Nikolai (www.bloggies.com)
Am I gonna win a bloggie? Join the fun on IRC! I have a feeling I’m not gonna win because that PingMag website is serious competition. I mean come on, how can a little blogger from the third world compete with a online design magazine?
Cross your fingers. If I win this gig it only means one thing.
I’m fucking pretty.
P.S. Being a finalist is good enough anyway which means I’m still pretty so there.
[Edit - 1:59AM: Well, I lost.
Congrats to Tokyo Girl Down Under for winning the Best Asian Weblog award! Time for me to get a liposuction I guess.]
[Edit - 2:08AM: Congrats to Zoe/My Boyfriend is a Twat for winning a bloggie! As for you, Photojunkie, let's drown ourselves at the losers table.]