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…
Exercise is a very ugly word…
Indeed it is. But according to my Mexican friend Mauricio, I have to exercise a lot in order to truly shed off some unwanted pounds. Here’s a photo of my hideous batwings in full force — disgusting, innit?
Photoshop fun after the jump…
You’re invited to Lance Bass’ Coming Out Party!
Big shout out to former N’Sync band member Lance Bass for keeping the faggotry alive and finally admitting he likes to suck cock and get fucked in his poop chute! You go gurlfriend — recruit, recruit, recruit! Hahahahahahah!
More after the jump.
Bryanboy loves SINGAPORE!
If you’re Singaporean and you know it, clap your hands!
Words cannot express how much I feel at the moment. I know I have a shitload of people out there reading my blog and it’s high time I dedicate an entire post to all my Singaporean readers. You all ain’t bad as what I thought. If anything, you’re all LUVERLY!!!!!!
It’s 6:03AM here on a Wednesday here in the third world and I’m trying to finish my article for a local magazine. It’s long overdue and I’m having a mental block — I can’t, for the life of god, get my mind off Singaaaaaaapooooooore!
Handbags at 10 paces!
This is absolutely hilarious. Most bag lovers out there will have a ball on what you’re about to see — I almost choked on my coffee when I saw this. I was bloghopping earlier this morning and found this from Mrs. T‘s blog entitled "Inquirer Booboo? A-Z of Fashion’s Big HERMES faux pas!".
The Philippine Daily Inquirer is the Philippines’ top broadsheet. It’s a fantastic newspaper — almost everyone in this country reads it. I even contributed there several times, including their monthly shopping supplement, Just Shop. Overall it’s a great stint.
Photo credit: Tresor Makati
I didn’t read last week’s paper though. Believe it or not, my familia de horreur are major cheapskates. We don’t really buy newspapers because everyone in this household got internet access and we all like to read news online.
BUSTED: GEORGE MICHAEL CAUGHT BUGCHASING AT THE PARK!
Looks like dirty George is back to his old, perverted ways. Isn’t it amazing how this £70,000,000 man (that’s 70 Million British pounds) goes to the park just to have anonymous sex with guys when he can get a good looking person for that much money?
Celebrities… what is it with them? I can’t seem to understand their "eccentricities". Surely it must be lonely (in his case, extremely lonely) when you’re at the top.
More pictures after the jump, including the very dirty (and very old, ugly) man he got caught having sex with…
All bruised up on a Sunday night
Finally! I can’t even remember the last time I posted a picture of myself on this website. A lot of you are worried because I haven’t camwhored recently but I’ve got nothing and no one else to blame other than myself. I’ve been channelling domestic goddess Martha Stewart because of my recent lipo and today is the first day I managed to get out of the house. I met up with a writer who interviewed me for a local magazine and I also met up a friend for a little chat/dinner.
I hereby present you my first public appearance after my recent "uhhhperation".
Both my arms are all swollen and bruised up but it’s all good. You should know by now that I don’t mind doing a little bit of sacrifice here and there… all in the name of vanity.
Here’s one for the road…
This photo is dedicated to all of you out there who stuck by me through thick and thin over the past two-and-a-half years of my ‘blogging’ career.
When it comes to the scary and icky factor, this photo bites the dust. It really is amazing how an innocent, harmless little boy like this one turned into the evil bitch troll that I am today.
I get the creeps every time I look at that photo… and I’m not joking!
You know you love me. All you have to do is tell me.
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