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34 entries categorized "Clubbing"

February 04, 2006

Red is the Color of Love, Good Governance

Red is the Color of Love

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10 more days and it's Valentine's Day. My ugly little brown ass is still single, just like it had always been (for the past 3-4 years).

I'm not being demanding. In fact, I'm probably the most reasonable person EVER.

I'm not even asking for a boyfriend. All I'm asking for is a date with a tall, cute guy who will buy me expensive dinner, expensive champagne and give me a tiny red box with a large shiny gift from Cartier.

ZagzagzagAnyway, I was cropping the latest batch of photos and I suddenly remembered (OUT OF NOWHERE) an online chat conversation I had with a French one-night stand. I met him a couple of days before I left Paris; we now talk on MSN (webcams and all) every once in a while.

Here's how the conversation went:

Me: You know what's weird? The older I seem to get, the younger guys I attract. I hate it. I need a nice man to protect me, not a friggin fetus. All of the guys I get these days are young ones.

Him: You get old... so they're looking for a sugar daddy.

Me: Some of these guys have disposable incomes so I'm sure that's not the case. But maybe you're right. The young ones tend to be attracted to me because of what they see. They think I have money. Oh I hate it. I could never win in this game.

Him: Hahahaha! You are NOT classic enough for the old guy. You are too fashionable. LOL.

Me: I am not "too fashion"

Him: But you are young and young people are like that. Older guys, they want Ralph Lauren Polo and gray pants. SOMEONE THEY CAN SHOW TO THEIR PARENTS LOL

I wanted to slap the mother fucker right then and there.

When you think about it, maybe he's right.

Perhaps that's the reason why I've been single all along. I'm sooo OUTRé! I am soo in-your-face. Everything about me is distinct: my drug-fucked drag queen voice, my in-your-face clothes, my scary eyes, my trademark onion bulb nose etc.

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Maybe... just maybe... I'm good enough for a fuck.

Maybe two fucks. maybe three fucks.

No, make that four fucks.

Shit, I'm probably even good enough as a mistress... or someone in a relationship would cheat with.

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But will I ever be good enough to be shown to someone's parents, cigarettes, bad makeup, warts and all?

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I don't know.

Nobody has tried!

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Perhaps the Frenchman was right this time.

Oh well. I'll tone down when I get my Senior Citizen Discount card.

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By the meantime, I hope you enjoyed my paparazzi-style pics. I really need a full-time paparazzi to be on call on my shameless self-promotion PR shots. Hah! Anyone willing to take my photos for free? Email me. I have nothing to give other than sexual favours.

Good Governance

Believe it or not, it's been quite awhile since I've set foot inside a gay bar/club here in the third world.

Government reopened its doors last night after a quick renovation and it was the perfect time to do a "GAY NIGHT" with gay friends and acquaintances.

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Bah, everyone is gay these days anyway. There's the gay-curious brigade, the gay-acting straights, the gays-in-denial... the list goes on and on.

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I had soo much fun yesterday... considering I only went out for no more than 3 HOURS! I lost a ton of weight from all that sweating, dancing and roaming I did around the club. I remember getting there at around 1:30AM and I got home at no later than 4:30! It was speed-clubbing at its finest.

Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax

#1 - Bryanboy loves people from Lancaster, Blackpool, UK, Houston, TX, Manama, Bahrain, Camberwell, VIC, Australia, Stettenberg, Bayern Germany, Moriyacho, Kanagawa Japan, Istanbul, Turkey, Oviedo, FL, Loughborough, UK, Lersen, Staden Kobenhavn Denmark, Tempe, NSW Australia, Malmo, Sweden, Boulogne-Billancourt, France, Askim, Norway, Tokyo, Japan and of course, all my friends from Micarone, Abruzzi Italyyyyyy! I love each and every one of you. Say hi, don't be shy!

#2 - Big shout out to Altair Drexel of Kelowna, BC Canada! No... I haven't seen Bareback Mountain yet. Feel free to burn my toes with a cigarette... I'll watch it soon though. PROMISE!

#3 - I just found out not EVERYONE can view photos hosted on a Flickr website. Several people emailed me and there are some companies out there who blocked their servers from accessing Flickr. My oh my. Don't worry though... I'm **THIS** close to coming to a solution. I'll be hosting all my new images at a different hosting site now.

#4 - I HATE MY FRIEND LOUISE FROM SWEDEN. I made her 2 "I Love Louise" pictures and all I got was a crappy photoshopped piece of shit. You know how ****I**** despise photoshop. I'm not even gonna post what she made.

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#5 - I can't believe I missed the Goyard Boutique opening in San Francisco yesterday, Friday. It's the first Goyard boutique in the world aside from the one in St. Honore in Paris! I'm truly honored to be invited (in spite of haven't been to San Francisco in my entire life. Oi!) and I genuinely appreciate the gesture.

#6 - JUST KISS ME ALREADY. I AM TIRED OF PLAYING THE GAME. YOU KNOW I LIKE YOU, I KNOW YOU LIKE ME TOO. OK, MAYBE NOT. BUT PLEASE, FOR THE LIFE OF GOD, JUST FUCKING GRAB MY ARM THE NEXT TIME YOU SEE ME AND GIVE ME A GOOD TONGUE ACTION.

#7 - Small favor to those of you who live in the third world. Does anyone around here have a copy of yesterday's (FRIDAY) Philippine Star newspaper? I have a photo there somewhere. Please, pretty please, look for my photo and scan it for me. I'm begging you. I'll give you a kiss on the cheek and an oreo cookie if you do this teeny weeny favor for me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com. Thanks!

I think that's all for now.

Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492. TELL ME YOU LOVE ME.

Be happy, be pretty and be gorgeous. Don't do anything I won't do.

Baboosh!

January 19, 2006

Tim-Top Shape, Scaredy Cat

Tim-Top Shape

I went to a friend's birthday party at Cuisine (Embassy) and man, I drank like a proper alcoholic. The booze overflowed like crazy - I probably had 15 or so drinks and consumed no less than 3 packs of cigarettes..

I got up at 4PM today with a massive hangover... as if that's something new.

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Happy birthday Tim!

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Jenni and the birthday boy Tim doing the infamous Bryanboy pose.

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It was a night of fun, laughter and giggles, thanks to the balloons, clowns, carnival and circus-like characters (literally, not figuratively... what were you thinking? guilty as charged? hah) that peppered through the entire night.

I toned it down a notch yesterday... wore a simple polo tee, some tight jeans, Chanel bag and boots. I have never seen far too many beautiful people in my life... for the first time ever, I didn't feel overdressed. Heh!

I met a shitload of people yesterday, it's amazing.

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Tomorrow's gonna be a big day for me. I'm going to one of the country's biggest media and publishing powerhouse to meet people... and I'm feeling restless.

1. I have nothing to wear. Appropriately.
2. I'm meeting new people I've never met before. How many times have I ranted on my blog I have absolutely NO social skills whatsoever?
3. I'll most likely be the focus of their attention.
4. I'll be talking about myself. You know how I get squirmy talking about myself in public.

Just cross your fingers and wish me luck. I think I'll go casual and wear my Dior Homme jacket and jeans.

Hopefully it will save me from publicly humiliating myself... and if I did make a fool of myself, at least I wore Dior Homme.

Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax

#1 - Bryanboy loves people from Nagano, Japan, Ashfield, NSW Australia, Vancouver, BC Canada, Watson's Bay, NSW Australia, Bangkok, Thailand, Stamford, CA, Tampines Estate, Singapore, Tagene, Sweden, Tacoma, WA, Mountain View, CA and of course, people from Osaka, Japan. Bryanboy loves y'all... identify yourselves bitches and say hello!

#2 - Paranoia won't get you anywhere. It's all in the head. You've gone through a lot anyway and I'm sure it's nothing new to you. Peanuts, anyone? Saucer of non-fat, pasteurised (and sour... not bitter) milk please.

#3 -  Fuck Visine for red eyes. Anyone know of a good thing that I can put on my eyes so they won't turn red every time I binge on booze?

I'm late for my facial. I'll update later.

You know how to get hold of me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.

Be beautiful, stay pretty and keep up with the vanity. Sex might sell but being gorgeous (or trying to be gorgeous) is much, much better.

Baboosh!

January 11, 2006

How Can Someone Be So Drunk And Still Look Good?, Terrific Tuesday, OMG Eureka!

How Can Someone Be So Drunk And Still Look Good?

Here's another reason why you should hate Paris Hilton. How in the world can she be drunk and still look fucking good?

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I certainly don't look that good when I'm drunk.

Hell, sober or not, I don't look that good.

End of story.

Terrific Tuesday

Yesterday was a blast. I kicked off my day with a mini shopping trip to the city with my little sister.

I wanted to buy a present for a good friend (whose birthday is today) but I ended up buying a few things for myself. I picked up some incense, a necklace, a bracelet, a Gucci top, some Nars and Yves Saint Laurent cosmetics.

As always, no shopping trip is complete without paying a visit to my favourite haunt, M Cafe at the Ayala Museum. I had my usual lemongrass prawns + mango salad and oysters. I seriously love that place.

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My sis even made me smile, in spite of having a bad hair day. Everyone knows I *NEVER* smile when it comes to photos. I hate it. I always end up looking like:

1) a rapist
2) a fake, plastic fantastic person
3) a psychopath
4) a devious, spiteful little bitch
5) and of course, a murderer

You be the judge and tell me what you think.

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Apres dinner, my sis and I went home so I can shower, change clothes and go to a friend's birthday party at Citrus.

I know I've been gone for (only) a month and a half but it felt as if I was gone for years. It was quite bizarre at first to see soo many familiar faces in the land of the "same old same old" - your friends, your former friends, your acquaintances, your new acquaintances, your backstabbers and your frenemies.

It's all nice and wonderful though. It's way better than staying at home in front of the computer (like what I usually do 95% of the time).

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In spite of the booze, the palpitations and the pretense, I always learn something new every time I go out.

I always believed that I'm little miss imperfection in a bottle. Screw the cork open and I'll create a spectacle. The more bottles you open, the further I perfect my act.

I admit - I still need to polish my social skills. Sometimes I feel like a fool for not being able to manage a decent conversation. When people ask questions, I want to be able to answer them eloquently.

The only time I can manage a decent conversation is when:

1) I'm being a bitch
2) I'm whining and complaining about something
3) the other person and I are gossipping about other people

I guess the hardest part is whenever people throw the ball in my court and ask questions about myself.

To an extent, I'm still uncomfortable talking about myself to other people, hence it's easier to talk about others.

OMG. EUREKA!

I was gonna add something to that "to an extent" sentence but I just realized why my blog exists!

Now I know why I'm such a pretentious, narcissistic cunt online. It's because....

I HATE TALKING ABOUT MYSELF (IN PERSON OR IN PUBLIC), HENCE THE NEED TO PURGE IT ALL OUT ONLINE.

I think it's true though.

I know I'm being completely rude. The reason why they're asking questions about me is because they're interested at me and would like to get to know me.

Anyway, back to yesterday's events.... I have a manicure and pedicure appointment in an hour. I have to finish this post and get ready. Save the drama for a later time.

So yeah... I ended up drunk last night.

I was sooo FUCKING drunk I made statements like:

1) You know, I think I'm going to stop wearing tank tops and t-shirts for a month.
2) I think I'm gonna start wearing button-down shirts from now on.
3) I despise you!!!!!!
4) I'm not horny. I've lost my libido as soon as I landed at the (Manila) airport. (I told this to some guy who was cruising me at the toilets).

I wish I took more pictures last night but I was too drunk to function.

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I love you all as always. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.

Baboosh!

December 01, 2005

Sobered Up, Wednesday Night

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It's 1:51PM and I've sobered up my act. I'm having room service lunch.

God. I am soo tempted to delete the ARGHH post.

But I won't.

(first time to have sex since I did the HIV test... who the HELL am I fooling?)

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Fuck, we're all adults anyway... and that includes my parents and my family members.

You know what's even funny, I haven't spoken to my parents (on the phone) in about 10 days. I'm soo embarassed to call them after everything on my blog. HAHAHAHA. I'm sure they don't care but I'm not completely shameless.

I'll call them when I get to Stockholm. I promise.

Wednesday Night

Yesterday was rather fun.

I met up with Nataly at around 7:30PM at this cafe called "KofiTim" aka Coffee Time on Tverskaya (right beside Piramida). Met up with one of her friends (who is a math teacher) for some gin tonic, sushi, tea, etc.

We went to Restaurant NOA to meet Jane for dinner. I had scallops - they're sooo huge... and delicious. Jane had some sort of black spaghetti. The food at NOA is good; in fact, one of their restaurant chefs cooks for Jane's family once or twice a week at their house.

Apres-NOA, Nataly and moi went to this bar called "12 Volt". I've been here a couple of times last year. There were soo many people there. Although technically it's a gay bar, there were a shitload of lesbians and a handful of straight couples.

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(She's a lesbian. she's nice, believe it or not. She fancies her straight girl friend, the red head behind me on the 2nd pic)

Nataly's friend (the Evgenia guy) arrived and ooooh he's soo cute.

Perhaps "cute" isn't the right word to describe him. He was absolutely fit, not too muscular... think of swimmer's bodies. He had short dark hair (I like guys with short dark hair) and nice eyes. Ugh.. he's just nice.

It's funny cause he could BARELY speak English.

Nataly was right - language should never be a barrier when it comes to good ol shagging.

Heck, if blind or deaf people can do it so can I.

I don't think I'd want to meet him again though. Not this year at least... perhaps maybe next year when I come back to Moscow again.

Ugh. Enough of this faggot nonsense.

Nataly invited me to go to her university's party at this club tonight. I think I'm going there. I mean, hey, it's not common for a third world Filipino slut get invited to Russian university parties eh?

More updates to follow later.

I need to be fabulous and clean again. I need to shower off this third-party testosterone stench on my skin.

I love you all.

Baboosh!

November 28, 2005

Sundays Are Gay Days, Lesbians, Mark oh Mark, To The Club

Sundays Are Gay Days

It's Monday, 10:38AM and I just got up about half hour ago. I came back at the hotel at around 4:30.

Not too shabby for a Sunday night out.

Yesterday was fun - I even went to an Ukrainian restaurant. I wish I took my camera with me.

Here are pics from my quest (well, yesterday's quest) for mixed-race cosmonauts.

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Watcha lookin at? Hump me Sergey, hump me!

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Dima's eyes are soo soo sexy... you know, like little miss stoner pothead eyes. Love, love, love em.

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He's sooo lovely.

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I'm taller than this guy but look how his arms are twice the size of mine.

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Vova and I have this little whistle thing THING. He's soo adorable.

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Now that you've seen me flit from one boy's lap to another (i'm telling you, it won't be long until I become a pregnant mother fucker - I fucking have mixed-raced half-white, half-iced-cafe-latte cosmonauts swimming inside my tummy now), it's time to show some female action.

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That's Natalya from Ukraine.

Jane dolled up and piled on my designer goodies like a proper bitch. I LOVE IT. Yes, they were purposely done in a in-your-face, distateful manner on a Novi Ruski can do. Click here for an in-depth article about Novi Ruskis by The Times Newspaper UK.

To quote Simon Mills:

"You can spot a bunch of holidaying Novi Ruskis at 200 yards. It’s not just their brusque, bear-baiting mannerisms or the linguistic glottal-stopping. The men are portly, and look like plutonium salesmen with terrible taste in swimwear; the women sport an affluent effluence of logos, diamanté-studded accessories, metallic belts and the sort of vertiginous shoes that make the debt-set dollies of Cheshire look sartorially restrained."

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Jane, being my friend and all, had to do the infamous Bryanboy pose. Hahahaha!

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Mark oh Mark

I met up again with one of my first Russian friends, Mark. He now lives in South Russia and took a train just to see me in Moscow.

Not only he's changed physically (he lost weight, he's got long hair, he's got facial hair), his life also changed tremendously.

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Our conversations were really deep and heavy... how his life has been so good last year and how it's been worse this year: he lost his flat, his father disowned him, some of his friends passed away... ugh.. his stories were quite scary.

Remember Natasha from last year? Click here for last year's post.

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Apparently she passed away this year. Mark and Sergey were unclear on how she died (their English aren't perfect and they couldn't find the right English word, however, they said something about her brain/head etc) so I assumed it was due to a brain tumor.

To The Club

Mark, Sergey, me and Nataly went to Propaganda yesterday (YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE THE WORD "PROPAGANDA" AND HOW EVERY FUCKIN CITY IN THIS PLANET HAVE A BAR OR CLUB CALLED "PROPAGANDA") because it was gay night.

Yes, they let us in this time.

No, there wasn't any face control.

No, we all didn't look gay.

OK, I looked pretty gay.

(Duh! What straight man would wear a Dior hat, a Marc Jacobs cardigan, a RED striped t-shirt from Urban Outfitters, a Chanel belt and a dead fox draped on his body?)

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Apparently the woman in the middle is a famous Russian star. I have absolutely no idea on who she is.

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I know I need to lose 15 more pounds. It's NOT fun to be a heavyweight champion you know.

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Dontcha just hate taking pictures inside a gay club and all these men in their finest (or rather not-so-finest) wifebeaters act as a backdrop? Ugh.

Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax

#1 - Bryanboy loves people from Ulsan, Korea, Kew, VIC Australia, Melbourne, Australia, San Diego, CA, Nashville, TN, Oxford, United Kingdom, Pudu, Malaysia, Calgary, AB Canada, Toronto, ONT Canada, Kangkar, Sinapore, Taipei, Taiwan, Mortdale, NSW Australia, all the lovely people from MOCKBA, Russia and of course, my hometown - the national capital of the land of the brown, l'exotique and the natives, Manila, Philippines!!!!

#2 - If you're in Manila, have you bought a copy of Fudge Magazine yet? Please buy a copy of Fudge AND MEGA Magazines. I got a text message from Tanya (thanks babe) that I've got a photo there or some sort (Mega). Buy a copy bitches, scan the page with my photo on it, email it to me and I will forever be indebted to you. I wanna see if I look pretty there or not.

#3 - I'm going to STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN this Saturday. I gotta buy some furniture and say hello to Scandinavia. If you're in/near Stockholm (or know anyone in Stockholm) and would like to rescue me from feeling the effects of being a lonely planet solo flight traveler (aka being lonely and miserable), please EMAIL me - bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492. Let's have coffee. or a drink. YOUR TREAT. Hahahahaha! Because I'm soo damn poor now.

#4 - BRYANBOY LOVES SINGAPOREANS!!! I'm telling each and every one of you bitches... I am soo goin to Singapore early next year. Heck, you better give me a a shitload of cigarettes and chewing gum to celebrate my arrival. I love you all!

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#5 - Mike B. from Tampa, Florida says it all.

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Keep the love coming bitches. I need some FOOD!

As always, you know where to contact me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS my Moscow mobile number, +7-926-437-6332.

SMS Messages are fucking cheap. Don't just sit there and do NOTHING. Grab your mobile phone and tell me you love me.

I love you all.

Baboosh!

October 18, 2005

Halloween

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I was originally gonna do little red riding hood this year but I don't think I have the balls guts, especially in public, to wear sheer underwear and a bloody incontinence pad.

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I spent 2 hours yesterday shopping online for the perfect halloween costume and this year's costume involves this (black boots and black heels):

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More updates in a bit. I gotta take a poo.

Baboosh!

October 13, 2005

Pave Way for Panic, Kool Koreana, From Russia With Love

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If I were to pick one word to describe my afternoon, that would be the word "productive".

I had an amazing facial, power peel and Obagi oxygen + vitamins session with my new aesthetician, Kathy (Belo Alabang).

Apres-dermatologists, I had a nice, quiet dinner at our local Korean (Koreana) with my parents - just the three of us.

Pardon my face - it's still a work of progress. Yes, I have an onion bulb nose and I don't have plans of getting a nose job now or in the future.

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Anyway, I have never been so FULL in my entire life. I literally had to unzip my jeans in order for me to breathe.

Vintage sunglasses are by Linda Farrow Gallery. Glass bead necklaces by Mango. Ratty, tatty t-shirt for about US$4 from some stall in HK.

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Looking for something to do on a Tuesday night in the land of the brown, the l'exotique and the natives?

You gotta love Manila's latest addition to its burgeoning scene.

Dress up to the nines and put your best dancing shoes as DJs Benjo Marquez and Alessandra Tinio spin delicious music at Restaurant Zen (yes, THE *yummy* Japanese restaurant located near Tower Records in Glorietta).

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Tuesday Nights from 10PM onwards
@ Restaurant Zen
Glorietta 3, Ayala Center Makati
Featuring DJs Benjo Marquez and Alessandra Tinio

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From Russia With Love

From Russia, with love indeed.

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I just got a phone call from my favourite Russki, Jane, from Moscow.

I haven't heard her voice for about 11 months - I lost her phone number on one of my old phones - I had to get her number from another Russian friend last week.

Imagine the shock and horror on my face when I picked up my cell.

I almost cried (and peed my pants)!

Jane is a wonderful gal that I truly love. Words cannot express my thanks and gratitude to this girl who really took care of me in Moscow.

She drove me around, brought me to a ton of places, introduced me to some of her friends.

When I almost got into a fight, she was there - faster than the speed of light.

She also rescued me from chronic boredom, even at 3AM. I'll never forget my little Sarah Jessica Parker moment, fur coat, handbag and stuck in the middle of nowhere Staten Island bridge.

She was the one I spent my last day in Moscow, Audi car and all, brought me to the good shops, Dior, Hermes and Vuitton, before having last supper (friend chicken) at Rostik's (Russian equivalent of KFC).

And she's celebrating her birthday in 11 days - I need to buy and FedEx her a present!

I terribly, terribly miss her and I'm glad we're gonna see each other again.

I've gone on far too many holidays in the past and I've met far too many people in my journeys but most end up as one-time acquaintances: hi, hello, goodbye, we had a nice time and we probably won't see each other in the future.

People like her are TRULY rare.

And I'm glad I got to know Jane.

Blech.

Enough sentimental talk.

Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax

#1 - Bryanboy loves people from Rebro, Sweden, Oslo, Norway, Wausau, Wisconsin, Royal Oak, MI, Lindfield, NSW, Australia, Helsinki, Finland, Kampong Pelimbaian, Malaysia, Amersfoort, Netherlands, Fitzroy, VIC, Australia, Ibaraki - Osaka, Japan and of course, people from Zephyrhills, Florida. Bryanboy loves you all! Identify yourselves bitches and say hello!

#2 - Another fan photo from Singapore! This one's from Kavipuff.

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#3 - A 1+ hour telephone call to Bronxville, NY (Hannah Matronic) confirmed that I'm really asexual. Screw being gay. Being gay is so 1990's. Being bisexual is so 2000's. If you're wondering about my sexuality, I'm pleased to tell you that I'm officially ASEXUAL.

I told Hannah yesterday that NOTHING turns me on anymore, not even the cutest guy in the world. In fact, I rarely talk about guys, sex and relationships in person. I only talk about them on my blog... and trust me, talking here ain't really talking, it's more of like purging.

BabySadly, the only thing that can make me cream my pants these days is the latest Chanel. Heck, I've even given up on Dior.

#4 - Speaking of boys, I'll make an exception. You should've seen the look on my face when my little bird told me that one of my nouveaux crushes have a small penis.

I pondered about it and frankly it ain't too bad.

He certainly got the looks. Oh hell yes.

And he most certainly got the money. (I I'm sure we hope so)

What else can a fucking gold digger ask for?

I mean, when you look at it on a different perspective, the smaller the penis one has, the less likely he'll force you into procreation.

Goodbye gag reflex, hello cute boy with lots of bling bling.

It's a win-win!

I love you all.

(But not as much as I love Jane)

Baboosh!

October 10, 2005

Anna Oh Anna, Miss Celine's

Anna Oh Anna

The picture says it all.

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U.S. Vogue editor Anna Wintour reacts after having a pie thrown at her face on her way to the Chloe show at Jardin des Tuileries in Paris October 8, 2005 as part of the Spring/Summer 2006 ready-to-wear fashion collection. Wintour had a pie thrown at her by a PETA supporter protesting against the promotion of fur in the magazine. Photo and text courtesy of REUTERS/Handout

Miss Celine's

Went to Celine's birthday party on Saturday and boy it was fun!

I know my outfit sucked - I literally didn't have anything to wear. I swear to god, I need to catch up on my shopping otherwise I'd be paralyzed in the next few weeks.

Saw everyone from A to, well, A. They've closed down the vip area strictly to those who were invited. It's refreshing to see the "room-with-the-pink-walls-and-yellow-floors" filled with no other than beautiful people and sheer immortals, especially on a Saturday night.

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(happy, happy birthday babe!)

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Bryanboy loves people from Moscow, Russia, Staten Island, NY, Atlanta, GA, Plymouth, Michigan, Braslia, Brazil, Merrick, NY, Sacramento, CA, Concord, NC, Seattle, WA, Arlington, TX, Noxen, PA, Mlarhjden, Sweden and of course, people from Ringgold, GA. Bryanboy loves y'all!

More updates later. I gotta get my ass ready. I have another photo shoot to do later today and the call-time is in 2 hours.

Baboosh!

October 07, 2005

9:30, Just Shop, Erickson Beamon, Hello Moto

Nine:Thirty

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(I'm the only one who's not pretty. I look terrible that night. *sigh*)

There's definitely something odd going on.

I left the house at around 9:30PM on a Wednesday night and I got back home at 9:30AM on Thursday. That's about 12 hours of pure debauchery.

I slept at around 12:00Noon, only to wake up at 9:30PM after nine hours and 30 minutes of sleep yesterday.

What's up with the nine-thirty? Is 9-30 the new 7-11? Should I buy lotto tickets with these numbers?

Anyhoo...

I started my night by going to Bizu to meet Tina T. who I haven't seen in the longest time; in fact, she was the reason why I decided to go out today. I've been out of circulation the past week or two because of my colds/cough. I was introduced to one of her childhood/best friends. I hope she gets a Louis Vuitton Suhali bag -- in blue!

When Pepper arrived, we went to Nuvo (a bar/restaurant located at Greenbelt) for a couple of drinks, met quite a few people.

Stayed there till about 1:30AM or so before heading to the VIP room at Embassy, drank for a bit, got my YSL shoes stepped on, stepped on other people's toes,

Après-Embajada, Celine, Ianne, another gent and moi went to Jacques' house for more vodka and orange fun. It's all good and i had so much fun. It's one of those times when you want the night to last forever... but you have to go early cause your evil bitch troll sister-cum-cinderella-pumpkin-wagon-driver, your maid and your 3-month old bitch is waiting for you inside the car, nagging on your cellphone that you have to go back home.

Bah.

Just Shop

Desire is the ultimate necessity INDEED!

Jenni Epperson, shopping queen of the land of the brown, the l'exotiques and the natives, famous for her good finds and shopping skills par excellance, Creative Director of Just Shop magazine, and of course, the one who took memorable and unforgettabe pictures of me looking like a bloody lampshade, notified me recently that the teaser ad... and this month's "Just Shop" magazine is availabe today!

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(Click the graphic above for a larger version)

If you are FIili-flippin Filipino and you live in the CAPITAL of  the land of the brown, the l'exotique and the natives (also known as Manila), be sure to get hold of "Just Shop", October Issue. I have a piece there about a mini shopping guide to some of the Metro Mall-ila's malls.

Erickson Beamon

Ya gotta love Erickson Beamon, bebe. I bought a fancy schmancy bracelet with colourful stones the other day at one of my fave shops here in Manila called Firma. It's a little gem of a store filled with some of the most faBulous (with a capital B) finds ever -- feathered fans, semi-precious stones, exotic (and the perennial matronic beaded) handbags, jewels and various accessories. They also have home furnishings!

Erickson

I was supposed to get one of those US$150 faux-bling-bling watches but I opted for this bracelet instead. It's quite pricey... around US$600, ouch, but it's really, really beautiful. The picture doesn't do the bracelet some justice. Trust me though - it's soo gorgeous and I fell in love the first time I tried it on.

Erickson Beamon is available in Manila by going to Firma (Greenbelt). It's also available on the internet by visiting Net-A-Porter.

Hello Moto

Say hello to my new phones.

I'm really a Nokia fan and the last time I had a Motorola was back in the dark ages when the phones are as heavy as a brick and I had a trusty, crusty, Star-Tac.

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I think it's time for me to jump on that Razr V3 bandwagon, who cares if I'm late. I like how it's thin and black and nice. I also bought a Motorola MPX220 - I love the Windows features and how the ring tones are LOUD as in LOUD. Heck, even pressing the keypad is LOUD.

I love my new phones. The only thing that's hard is how to transfer over 400 people on my Nokia address book without the aid of hooking my phone up to computer... it's a serious job, I'm telling you..

Consider it as a blessing in disguise at east I now have a reason NOT to include those unimportant bitches in my life. Hah!

Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax

Ouradyofmaterialism#1- Pleasanton, CA, San Antonio, TX, Rowland Heights, CA, Montclair, NJ, Garo, Japan, Binghamton, NY, MelVille, Saskatchewan, Canada and of course, people from Grandouet, France. Identify yourselves bitches and say hello to me, Bryanboy, Our Lady of Materialism.

#2a - Calling all citizens of the land of the brown, the l'exotique and the natives. I've been indulging again by watching TV. I know, I know, it's a sin I shouldn't be confessing but seriously, WHO THE FUCK IS THAT GUY ON THE NEW SUNSILK SOFT TOUCH COMMERCIAL? HE'S SOOO FUCKING CUTE. Maybe it's his stubble/facial hair that's making me feel like a bitch in heat despite the fact that I normally don't like hair on any part of the body other than one's head?

#2b - I have a photo shoot and an interview for a local magazine in about 2 hours. I'm scared of these things. Honestly! I mean, I know I'm a camwhore... but only if it's MY camera and not somebody else's. I really don't know why I'm not comfortable in front of anybody else's camera.

#4 - I thought I was the most tactless person in the universe. I was wrong. There are a several of people out there who won't know recognize what a dick is even if it landed on their faces.

#5 - All I can say to this other person is thank you. Thank you VERY much. I wish you the best in your future endeavours, whatever they may be.

As always, you all know where to contact me. Bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS me at +63-915-785-1492. Tell me you love me.

Baboosh!

 

September 18, 2005

Drunk and Ugh!!!!

Drunk and Ughh!!!

8:03AM here and I've been home for the past hour and a half.

Tons of stories to tell but I'll update when I get up later in the afternoon.

Quick Synopsis: Went to Cuisine, followed by Bob's birthday party w/ Rajo L, then Hed Kandi.

God I'm sooo drunk and off my head.

Ignore all that excess flesh and flab that you see. Tank top by Jean Paul Gaultier, sunglasses, handbag and necklace by Chanel, necklace by Valentino, denim jeans by Gucci, shoes by Yves Saint Laurent.

and yes, I took public transport earlier today.... a cab!!!!!!!!!

I love you all!!

Hedkandi

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Updates later.

Baboosh!

September 15, 2005

Lovin Louis Vuitton, Klux Klux Kelly

Lovin Louis Vuitton

Yesterday was productive.

MoonfestivalFuck the 2 hour drive from my house to the Lous Vuitton store. Rain or... rain, I was determined to go northbound. Had I left the house early in the morning (ike 2AM), it should take no more than 22 minutes and 18 seconds.

Believe it or not, I went out of the store empty-handed.

My ski bonnet (I'm totally excited about my snowboarding lessons... I've never done it before) and my nutria fur gloves arrived at the store but I can't purchase them till tomorrow.

Ok, not quite the empty handed bitch cause I did get my Moon Festival Louis Vuitton invite.

I think I made the right decision to pick Russia versus France.

I need to call Chanel in Paris or New York to see whether or not they still have snowboards that they can send me by FedEx. I know they made snowboards at one point. Heck, I know Dior made Rasta snowboards last year.

Klux Klux Kelly

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My oh my. I took Kelly out for the first time yesterday and boy it was a blast.

I think I had more fun than Kelly though. She was rather anti-social yesterday because I removed her Hermes ribbon neckpiece before we left home.

But the bitch ends up being gangbanged anyway.

You know what they say sweethearts

It's the good girls that get pregnant first.

I'm at a loss on what to say - let's play pictionary instead.

Jennirobbiekelly

Katmickeyme

Meandkat

Meandjm

Cuisine3

Someguyandbambi

Kellysucker

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Kellygotgangbanged_1 

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God my arms have never been so enormous. It's at the stage where it's getting absolutely ridiculous. As soon as it hits October on the calendar, I'm scheduling myself weekly lipodissolve sessions. I need my Paris Hilton arms back!!!! No more excessive flesh.

Don't get me wrong - I have nothing against curves, flab, etc. on other people.

It's just that I want my Paris Hilton arms BACK!!!!!

Not that I've ever had them in the first place.

Ugh.

Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax

#1 - Bryanboy loves people from Christchurch, New Zealand, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Wilmington, Delaware and Amsterdam, Holland. Bryanboy loves y'all!

#2 - I also love Larae from Texas who browsed my site for several hours. S/he sent me a text at 6AM her time and it seems she can't get enough. Hello there sweetheart! :)

#3 - Calling the attention of the MAC Cosmetics in the Philippines. When are you going to have MAC Clear Lip Glass? It's out of stock at every MAC counter in this city... and it's been 4 months since I first inquired. You lot still don't have it until this day. My god, do I need to fly somewhere else just to get 5 tubes of cheapo but primo lip gloss?

#4 - It's a known fact that there will always be a sad crying bitch whenever it comes to threesomes. Unless, of course, you take one up the ass while you give the other a blowjob. But yesterday's threesome fiesta made half of the golden "discreet indiscretion" couple standing there, doing nothing. Maybe she was a voyeur? Who knows.

#5 - Little Miss Fancy Pants likes boys. I know it's sad, considering the lesbian population in this country is dwindling. Despite all the rumors that she's a lesbian... and despite the fact that she toys around with cracks and crevices in public, she has a straight lover of a man worthy of the International Male Catalog Award 2005. Oops, that didn't come from me, I just heard it from the grapevine.

$6 - Belated Happy Birthday to Mickey L. Sorry for not making it to the party at Absinth!!!

You know where to contact me as always: bryanboy@gmail.com or +63-915-785-1492.

Baboosh!

September 05, 2005

Fleece, Flesh, Fluxxe, Random Cheesemax Galore

Fleece, Flesh, Fluxxe

First things first - what was I thinking when i wore my Marc by Marc Jacobs fleece top when I went out Saturday night? I should've known better that rainy days in this third world prostitution den of a city that I live in does not translate justification to wear fleece, even if it's Marc by Marc Jacobs. I didn't put the effort to dress up because I'm still suffering post-travelling traumatic stress.

Ianne, Tina and moi went to M Cafe for long overdue drinks (and dinner. sort of. I had 12 baked oysters, foie gras, and prawn + green mango salad). Apres M, we went to Fluxxe at Manila DJ Club. That's right... Gian and the Thursday Fluxxe crew threw a "one big fluxxe" party last Saturday, a change from their usual Thursday sked.

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I have to cut back on binge eating. For the past 2-3 months I've been supersizing myself. The effects are now showing up on my body... all that excess flesh are now gathering dust on my arms and my stomach. It's hideous. Utterly hideous. I think it's time to get a couple of rounds of lipoddisolve shots to, once more, attempt to achieve Paris Hilton's arms. I think I'll wait till late October, before I go to Moscow on November.

I guess I have to make do with what I have - for now.

I need to learn how to love my body.

That's right. I need to love my body.

Love my body.

Love my body.

Love my body.

Love my body.

Buy someone to love my body.

Love my body.

Love my body.

Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax

Cosmobash #1 - Bryanboy loves people from Alexandria, VA, Cologne, Germany, East Alton, IL and Pandora, OH.

#2 - The angels must have been listening to me. I have gotten hold of this week's hottest ticket, thanks to one of my friends. Eat your hearts and vaginas out bitches because my lucky cunt got a VIP Ticket to Cosmo Magazine's Annual Bachelor Bash. If you only knew how hard it was for HIM to get one of these tickets... imagine going in competition with a ton of cock-hungry and man meat-deprived Filipino women and she-males. Thank you, thank you, thank you Mr. Benefactor you. *big hugs*

It's gonna be one party with a ton of fit Filipino lads wearing nothing but teeny pieces of cloth. Most of these are probably Asians with 4 or 5-inch cocks. The sad thing is, a 9 or 10-inch dick is pretty much unheard of especially here in chinky chinky gooky gooky land. Who the hell cares though - it's not often you pack a ton of fit guys inside one room.

The only thing I need at this point is an outfit. If any of you are going to the bash, hope to see you on Thursday night. And don't forget to say hi!

#3 - I finally found the time to post upload all my Hongky Tongk photos online. Click here to view the photo album.

Hongkytongk

July 31, 2005

Monster Fortune Teller in Vuitton

Ugh. I got home at like 7:30 AM. I just got up and it's like 3PM.

I haven't slept that much to be honest. I've slept for like an hour or two, got up, eat/drink, sleep again, wake up again, drink water, sleep again, etc. I need to go to my shrink and ask to get new prescriptions. I'm running out of supplies.

Going back to things...

Fortune Teller Fish Fiesta

You know, I think there's something fishy going on as of late.

Yesterday was a very good example of it.

I simply didn't have an outfit to wear and everything was just done in the last minute.

So off I went to Vuitton right at closing time (8PM) to get one of my Alzer trunks cleaned up (and get a crate replaced). Imagine going to the Vuitton store with half of the lights closed out.

And super shopper me had to buy something there. No self-control whatsoever.

I was having a bad hair day and it was fucking raining so I bought their new bandana/head silk scarf -- in the denim pattern. Loves it!

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Then I went to my friend Tina's house to pick up her little present for me. I asked her to get me a very long strand of very small plastic pearls but being Tina as in Tina, which I love about her, she went over the top and gave me all these:

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I literally had nothing to wear yesterday. I went out with a plain black tank top, some fitted jeans, an old Chanel denim bag (my first... and it's not vintage yet cause I think it's about 7 or 8 years old) and a Gucci shrug.

Armed with the new bandana and the plastic pearls, I transformed myself into a Fortune Teller.

Fortuneteller

Meandaina

All I needed was a crystal ball to complete my look.

After Tina's place, I went to a bar to meet Gian and I got introduced to some of his acquaintances and friends in London who are here in town. Then we went to good ol' Embassy and this is where my nightmare began.

Embajada

I created a monster. That's all I can say.

For the next few weeks I'm gonna stay off the booze, off the prohibited substances, off the whatever. Things are just going out of control whenever alcohol is involved. Once I take booze, I cannot get myself to stop.

I probably had more than 10 vodka red bulls ast night, consumed about 3 bottles of champagne, endless gin tonics.

God knows how I managed to walk when I got out of the club at sunrise.

Don't get me wrong - I'm not an alcoholic. In fact, for the past few months or so, I only drink booze once a week -- on Saturdays when I go out. I don't even drink booze at home!

The next time I go out, I'll just have either orange juice, evian or coke.

I literally lose track of everything that comes out of my mouth when I'm ABSOLUTELY drunk. It's not even funny.

I don't even know how or what to feel right now - shame, embarassment, humiliation, anger, etc. I'm still numb with it all. Ugh!

To those of you (you know who you are) who I got in contact with, at the club, on the streets, on the phone/cell/net a few hours ago during my little drunk spectacle, can I have a request?

Can we pretend nothing happened?

Can we pretend we didn't talk?

Can we pretend you didn't hear from me?

You know, erase, erase, erase. Purge, purge, purge. Wave the magic wand and off you go to Neverland Ranch.

We never talked. I didn't say anything. You haven't heard from me, I didn't hear anything from you.

Chances are, I don't even know what I was talking about or who I've spoken to.

(Actually, I do.... but UGH. I don't want to think about it.)

Purge, purge, purge.

Drunkard
(yes, that's an old Chanel denim bag right there)

Anyway. I have diarrhea from all that booze I had yesterday and all that food I had today from lunch.

Diarrhea = Dehydration; Dehydration = Weight Loss.

Weight Loss = Fabulous.

I think I'm gonna go to the cinema later tonight. Watch some film. I don't know.

My head is still spinning from yesterday's drink drank drunk drunkard drama.

Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax

People from Oslo, Norway, people from Frankfurt, Germany, people from Glebe in New South Wales, Australia, people from Vancouver, BC, Canada.

Big shout out, lip-glossed airkisses galore to Tammi, Tina and Jasmyne. Bryanboy loves you, you and you.

As I've said before, Bryanboy really loves American Express. You should have one of their cards in your wallet. Like I do.

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Enough Tara Reid talk. That bimbo probably has stretch marks on THAT inflatable flotation device on her chest I refuse to acknowledge her existence.

I need to take a poo now. As I've said, diarrhea galore.

You know how to contact me. bryanboy@gmail.com.

Baboosh!

July 30, 2005

Departure Time: 5PM Arrival: UNK

3:07PM.

It's raining.

I'm going out of my mom's birdcage tonight and I'm going clubbing.

I still don't have an outfit.

I predict muti-strand pearl necklace. feather headpiece. vintage cashmere chanel cardigan in flamingo peach with navy blue trim paired with a tank top and jeans. 80's excess....

But it's too feminine.

And then I can do all black - vintage Ghost tank top, tight back pants.

I don't know.

Oh I just don't know.

Boohooevent

If you're going to the Big Fish event at La Embajada,

you might see me around the pink walls of VIP area

away from the crowd.

If you do, say hi.

I have short attention span and I tend to look around all the time so if you call out my name I might ignore you.

If that happens, just approach me, grab my arm and say hi.

And if you're a fucking cute guy and if you fucking FANCY ME, just grab me, look into my eyes and kiss me on the lips.

I don't care who you are as long as you don't have a vagina (for now at least).

I'll update either tomorrow, Sunday, or Monday, when I get back.

Pictionary galore.

Baboosh.

Baboosh1

July 23, 2005

Sending the love..

5:02PM here and people are bugging me to take a bath and get ready.

Another colourful weekend coming up.


Hotel room - check
Outfit - check (Marc by Marc Jacobs)
Narcotics Anonymous - check
Benzos for come down - check
"Friends" - check
"Acquaintances" - check

Hot sex with a really cute guy - priceless.



There are a lot of things Bryanboy can buy. For everything else..






YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF TO HELL.



I'll update you on Late Saturday (US Time) or Sunday with pictures and class-A gossip.



Wish me luck! I love you, you, you, you and you. Each and everyone of you.



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