Just Imagine

I know readers, I know, but American Idol is almost over, and I'm sad.
Everyone really loves David Archuleta.

He deserves to win.
He's only seventeen years old.
He's going to be a huge star.
He already is.
This is a very hard song to sing, because the original is perfect.
And little David made it his own.

I would give anything for a voice.

But unfortunately, I sound like a litter of kittens screaming for their mothers nipple.

UHG.

But boy, can I dance.

Magic Make Up

Now I know how she does it. Its all make up!

RCBC Massacre- WARNING GRAPHIC PHOTOS

These photos are both shocking and brutal readers. Prepare.

These beautiful precious Filipino people lost their lives, while they were working.

They were snuffed out while earning money to contribute to the economy.

This was an inside job. You can tell. And it baffles the mind.

Can you imagine being in the bank when this happened? These people were murdered for nothing.

I understand that some people may be cross with me for publishing these.

I can live with that.

If you want to leave a comment readers, please be constructive.

Printing these pics is my call.

Many will disagree with me, and many will understand why these images must be available.

These victims would have given the money to these murderous bandits, I'm sure. One man was hiding behind filing cabinets, but he was still murdered. Shot in the head while he crouched to avoid being seen. 

People who  tried to run away, were shot in the back, more then once.

And then some were shot in the head, again , AFTER they were already dead.

The victims knew their killers its suspected.

WTF?

Why were they murdered?

Why?

For money?

Ten people dead for money?

Look at these pictures readers.

Look closely.

These two woman stood no chance.

They were lined up on the ground and shot in the head.

These men and woman were innocent. They did not have to be murdered.

Where are the people who did this?

Where are they?

Why did this happen? These dead people are parents.

A Lola?

An Uncle. 

An Auntie.

Daughters.

Sons.

Carnage. Brutal. Unnecessary.

Why?

These innocent people would have handed over the money. No murders had to take place.

They were all doing their work. They don't get paid enough money to fight back. No one does. 

Filipinos are passive aggressive. We all know that. No struggle. They just did what they were told. And they were still murdered. It really makes you think. A human being did this?

I think not. Definitely not.

Its why I love the country and the people.

I am shedding tears for these beautiful human beings who have been murdered by cold blood killers while doing their jobs.

This is so bloody tragic.

These innocent people who have died, are angels now.

Beacons of light for us all. 

We must all say a prayer for their souls whose flames were snuffed out in this senseless act of brutality.

People must look at these pictures and understand that it could have been you at the bank that day.

And you would be dead too.

The only survivor has died now too.

May they catch the people responsible for this.

RIP Chloe Patdu -Aug 31 2005-May 17 2008

Poor little Chloe. God wants her back.
My friend Partricks beautiful little pug dog passed away.
It's always incredibly heart wrenching to lose your animal.
I have no less then ten dogs and cats buries here on Bethel Park.
My pet cemetary is in my very special Camellia garden. A heavily perfumed Night Jasmine keeps watch over them as well. I have assorted crystals and buddhas scattered around them. I light incense there often, because it is such an emotional place for me. I believe in doing symbolic things to help the grieving process. Lighting a candle always worked for me. 

At the moment, orchids and lilies are blooming there as well all around my beautiful babies. My animals will rest forever, under a giant robust ancient lily pilly tree. Tranquil and sacred ground.

Animals are the magic elixir of life.

My dogs are everything to me. Everything.

As soon as I arrive in Toronto, I will look for a new dog.

I can't live without one.

I hope my friend Patrick knows that many people around him, understand the pain of losing a beloved animal. To me, its as difficult as losing a human being. Because love on this level is sacred.

And one never forgets the feelings of security and unconditional love that an animal can bring to your life.

Bless Chloe, and may her little doggie heart soar free in the sky, forever above you Patrick dear.

Take Me Away Natasha

I love Natasha Bedingfield. Her new song it great.

Dangerous Indeed

I e-mailed the guy who created this clip.

And I ended up, really liking him, although I don't know him personally. But he answered my e- mail, and I asked his permission to put his clip on the blog. 

I love the drama of this clip.

And his e mails were very intelligent, understanding and supportive.

I like the questions he asks at the beginning. I am open to all points of views, as long as they have a point. I just hate how he calls me Gorrell though. I find it so harsh. Like I've done something wrong. 

My name is Brian. 

I am not the criminal here. I am the victim. Please remember that.

DJ is the crook.

I can't understand the Tagalog in this clip, but I don't have to readers. I get the premise.

I love both the original movie and its big star Glenn Close.

She is an amazing Broadway actress as well. Her take on Norma Desmond on Sunset Boulevard was extraordinary. You tube it peeps.

My readers know that I have already donated 100% of my T shirt profits to charity.

I have also donated my AdSense revenue on the radio which was six hundred dollars.

I told my readers at the beginning of this blog, that I am not in it to make money.

The Paypal is my private business. I have been very honest with my readers about everything on this blog.

People donate to my Paypal because they know what I have been through.

They know I have suffered because of my experience.

They know how hard it is, to start completely over.

Before DJ, I HAD money.

I had enough money to move to Canada, and start a new life with no worries. I had time to look for my new job. I had time to explore a new career.

But DJ stole that time from me.

And I am super pissed.

I have raised A6000 dollars on my Paypal. My last donation was eight days ago.

And that was for four dollars. And I think that is beautiful.

My love to the person who donated.

And to all the people who have donated to my blog.

Thank you for your help.

It will make the next few weeks so much easier for me.

So you see readers, people donate if they want. People are not pressured to donate.

This is only the fourth time I've mentioned Paypal.

I only have one button. Other sites have many buttons.

And they are HUGE buttons, placed between each post.

Mine is the smallest available and its very subtle.

I have no problem with my Paypal button.

Some resent me for it. I don't care.

You are not me.

And I am not you.

Please donate to  my Paypal if you want to. Don't donate if you don't want to.

Either way, I'll find the money I need to get the job done.

Imagine me peeps, managing a Starbucks in Toronto?

If they take HIV positive people, I might just do that.

I need to work immediately.

Like the day I arrive.

hahahaha.

Thanks DJ. 

You were such a great boyfriend.

Evil little prick.

.........and this blog is about to explode.

Timing is everything readers.

The Art of War.

Read it.

Some readers are telling me, the blog is getting boring.

It's not getting boring, no matter how many times you say it.

This blog keeps me on my toes everyday readers. 

To me, the blog is exciting, because we never know what will be on it, from day to day.

Its organic, like me.

We all feel differently, every day readers.

And this blog is different every single day.

I have nearly 250 entries already.

They all can't be the same.

They all can't be boring.

Many people like the blog. They visit it daily.

Its wonderful.

And my loyal readers know, that I have been left with nothing, because of DJ Montano. My life here on the farm has always been a temporary one.

If people want to give to my Paypal readers, they have their reasons for it.

Like I  had my reasons to give DJ my money.

It's because I believed in him.

I believed in us.

And people who donate to my blog, do so, because they believe in me.

And I believe in them.

I've never been 'a kept person' in my life. 

The notion is silly. Its rude for anyone to suggest this, as it's complete rubbish.

I was married for nearly half my life. No one kept me. We kept each other. 

Anyone who has been with someone for that many years, knows that.

And if you have not been married for this long, well I wish you luck.

My marriage was a blessed one, and my ex partner is my best friend.

He arrives on Friday.

We can't wait.

He will take the dogs back to Sydney when I leave.

Now that will be a teary day.

And, of course I have infrastructure. My friends and family are wonderful.

And I love my doctors.

I do not lack infrastructure, that's for sure. Why would I?

I've worked my entire life. I deserve the friends and loved ones I have.

I will leave Bethel Park very soon, for my new beginning in Canada.

I'm a little stressed about it.

UHG.

My Paypal donations will help me make this move with less difficulty.

I am blessed for that.

Do not begrudge me, or the people who wanted to contribute to the blog and to me.

Many blogs have a donation button.

At least I really need the money.

But, Its not just a money making thing for me. It never has been.

And TEAM BRIAN knows this.

And thats all that matters.

My dear mother knows. My family knows. My friends know.

And they all support my methods to bring DJ to justice.

Cyber justice.

My conscience is sooooo clear peeps.

I regret nothing I have ever written on this blog.

This blog is my stream of thoughts and ideas.

I know so much about certain people.

I receive many e mails with tons of information about many people.

I'm being very responsible, regardless of what some people think.

As my readers know, the swimming pool is not mine. It used to be. But not anymore.

I sold my part of the property last year to raise my share of 'our' business investment money.

The money that DJ happily took.

40,000 for the restaurant.

And 30,000 for Montage Travels.

I do have a computer, of course.

I have not been to a restaurant for a very long time.

Not that I have to justify that.

But I mean please. AM I never to go out because I have a Paypal button.

I'm broke, not dead.

B

An Apple a Day Keeps the Process Server Away........

Dancing Around My Justice

Your ballroom dancing days are over now DJ mate. WHO on earth would dance with you now? 

Boogie with a burglar? 

Dance with the delinquent?

Vogue with a victimizer?

Swing with the swindler?

No way DJ.

But I'm sure your sisters will twirl you around from time to time dear Delfin. Your family is so close. So tight. Birds of a feather.

Happy to see me broke. My savings tucked away safely in your guilt vault.

How can we take DJ to court when his lawyers will not answer our e mails?
DJ won't answer my lawyers telephone calls.
Our e mails are not being answered.
They're avoiding us on purpose. We're being aggressive, and they're not prepared for us. DJ thinks we're bluffing like he is.

They're only familiar with threatening people.

They're not used to people fighting back.
Where's the justice?
DJ must pay me back the money he owes me.
I'm terrified to come back to Manila readers.
Why should I think or believe that I'll be treated properly in a court there if I were to sue DJ to recover  my savings? He would fix the entire thing. 

I've already read and heard shocking things about the disgraced Montano clan and the Philippines Justice(?) system. Just Google his grandfather and uncle. They were also crazy about the courts, and threats. They loved to use them in order to settle scores with adversaries and enemies. And DJ would do the same.

Justice for me just won't happen in the Philippines. I feel it. 

My dear friends in Manila have all warned me to stay away.
I don't stand a chance. They know that , and I know that.
DJ planned this whole thing because he knows the system.
DJ and his family are going to try and make millions of dollars by suing Google.
He's going to try and pull the biggest scam of all.
And he'll laugh at every Filipino, like he always has.
And he will share nothing.
And snort everything.

Something is going to happen soon readers regarding my money.

Its just taking some time. But I am almost ready to pounce on DJ with the force of a hurricane.

B 

Four Minutes to Save the World

Ok Madonna fans (and Justin T too).
I've heard you.

I love the video too!

What do you think readers about this song?

B

Toronto