Eat Your Heart Out.

Eat Your Heart Out.

Boy oh boy the folks at Inquirer are generous. That's why I love them. (ha ha - am I a freeloader too?)

And there I was -- stuck for about an hour and a half inside the car yesterday en route to my travel agent, thinking/asking myself

"I wonder how much do those billboards on the freeway cost."

But this one is better.

Seriously.

You should've seen the billboards that we have on the freeway - they're HUGE.

I think it would be absolutely fabulous if I have my face plastered on a billboard, followed by my website address and my cellphone number, followed by "Please fund my shopping sprees."

On that profound note, I'm signing off.

I'm gonna sleep, have beautiful dreams and wake up impossibly-fresh looking.

I gotta go to my aesthetician later for a last minute session, followed by a pedicure.

Also, thought you'd want to know, I won't bring my 17-inch sony vaio laptop with me. I'm on a full-scale retail and conspicuous consumption shopping expedition and a computer is nothing but nuisance.

I'll be back either Wednesday night or Thursday -- depends on when my travel buddy wants to go home.

By the meantime, validate my existence you mere mortals. Bombard my email account with messages (and pictures) of you holding a DIY "I Love/<3 Bryanboy" sign. bryanboy@gmail.com or +63-915-785-1492. Text messages are accepted. No phone calls please. I *NEVER* answer phone calls from numbers I don't know.

I love you all!!

Stay fabulous.

Stay... Bryanboy!

Baboosh!