Mental Block, Love at First Sight, One Light, Terrific Tinios, Energy Saver

Mental Block

I WANT TO CRY.

My article/piece for Just Shop magazine was due on Tuesday and it's already fuckin Thursday. I can't believe I'm having a mental block.

If you think hearing voices at the back of your head before you sleep is bad, having mental block is the worst.

I mean, I ALWAYS have something to say but I just can't put words into paper (or MS Word) in an eloquent fashion.

Screw it.

After this blog post, I'm going to lock myself inside my wardrobe with nothing but this laptop on, some L'Artisan candles and some fuckin cigarettes. I won't get out of my cocoon until I have a presentable article.

I need inspiration NOT perspiration.

I have so many things going on inside my head these days it's not even funny.

And yes, that includes the upcoming Halloween.

Everyone's fucking travelling somewhere and here I am stuck in the cesspit of the third world... not to mention the US$600 worth of costumes, fake tattoos and fetish boots I bought online as my halloween outfit.

I want to travel dammit. I'm tempted.

It's so easy to go to the Philippine Airlines website and book an eTicket somewhere.

*sigh*

Love at First Sight

The best thing about going out is NOT the ritual of getting dressed or arriving at the destination. Instead, it's the excitement that I get whenever I come back home a couple of hours later to see what arrived on my inbox.

Don't laugh - I'm really a geek trapped inside a wannabe-nouveaux riche's crappy clothes.

At least I know my flaws eh? The first step is admission.

The second step is recognition.

Anyway.

Meet my prince charming from Austria... and his black Gucci silk foulard, a black Dior Homme shirt with the bee signature, wool cut out gloves, black Gucci belt and dark blue washed Dior jeans.

Forget your typical Eurotrash families with their own personal coat of arms. This is how people should do it.

One Light

If you're currently in Manila, haul your hairy, fat ass to the Ayala Museum to view Tom Epperson's exhibit entitled "One Light".

Tom Epperson is an American photographer based in Manila. He's married to Jenni, my editor at Just Shop magazine (who I owe a revised article big time because my first draft SUCKED ASS) and they have a 9-year old daughter.

I went to the opening night on Tuesday and a ton of the portraits there are good. In fact, they're ALL good. You have to see them yourself. The exhibit is available for public viewing until November 2, 2005. Go inside my favourite haunt, M Cafe and take the stairs to the 2nd (or technically, the 3rd) floor.

After Tom's, I met up with one of my very good friends, Ariel, whom I haven't seen in the past few months. He's produces fashion shows and events here in the Philippines.

God I looked so awful and tired. I swear I looked like a friggin cadaver. I've been having sleeping problems in the past few days. 3-4 hours of sleep is NOT ENOUGH for a growing, baby boy like me.

(That's Jenni, btw.)

YES - I FUCKING WORE STRIPES AGAIN!
Red stripe top by Lux from Urban Outfitters, dog tag necklace by Chanel.

Terrific Tinios

I went to Zen restaurant yesterday night for my long overdue dinner with Mary Ann Tinio. Mr. Tinio, their daughter Alessandra (remember Panic?) and my gal pal Tina D. were there, too. Zen catered my little dinner party a few months back. Great Japanese food, I'm telling you. Zen Restaurant, Glorietta 3, Makati City.

(T-shirt by Dior Homme, belt by Valentino)

Energy Saver

So many events, so little time. It's the annual Paris Young Designers Competition today and my gal pal Tina Daniac is one of the contestants. Alright, she's NOT that young. The thing about the Filipino fashion industry however is the fact that everyone is an "up and coming" young designer - and they remain like that FOREVER - until, of course, they go a wheelchair.

Seriously. This is the ONLY country in the world where a 50 year old designer is still considered as "up and coming".

I hate that phrase. "Up and coming" my fuckin ass.

Embassy is closed today so there's no other place to chill other than Nuvo (my friend Kiko has a thing there tonight, along with Rhett Eala and Victor Consunji).

I'm still not sure whether or not I'm going out tonight.

I think I'm staying indoors. I've been out 2 nights this week already... Tuesday and Wednesday. Frankly, I'm quite the exhausted one. Skip the fall/winter escapade this year. Perhaps it's better (for the long run) to book myself into the Priory... or a treatment center in Arizona? Bah.

I *might* go out if y'all bombard me with messages begging me to go out...

SMS *me* bitches: +63-915-785-1492

I'm gonna save my energy for tomorrow... or Saturday... or whenever.

Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax

#1 - Bryanboy loves people from Watalgan, QLD, Australia, Brisbane, Australia, Jakarta, Indonesia, Hempstead, NY, Duncan, Oklahoma, Chicago, IL, students from Georgetown University, Minneapolis, MN, Davis, CA, Goolma, NSW and of course, all my friends at NineMSN Australia. Bryanboy loves you all. I really do!

#2 - Yves Saint Laurent support Kate Moss . There is a GOD, afterall. And his initials? Y.S.L. I don't like the religious-looking bejeweled bags this season though. The only people that should be seen carrying those bags with a Maltese cross are fucking nuns going to a Nine Inch Nails or something concert.

#3 - Anyone fancy a blowjob? US$2,410 and my vulgar mouth can be yours.

I'll do anal for US$9,450. Gotta love that white mink Fendi spy bag.

#4 - You gotta love kids all over the world emulating my infamous handbag pose. Bryanboy LOVES you, Richard. I'd fondle your cock and balls or give you sexual favors if I was there in Philly, PA. But no, you're only 17... I don't want to be arrested for statury rape.

On SECOND thought that would be cool - at least I'll get to do my jail house gangbang video.

Hah!

Anyhoo, it's getting better and better bitches. Send me your entry and I'll give you a dollar and an oreo cookie for the effort.

As always, you know where to contact me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.

Shop the world, get bankrupt, become a prostitute, take up bestiality, get yourself overdosed in coke or heroin.

Whatever it is that you are doing, wherever you are in the world, all I can say is I LOVE YOU ALL!

Baboosh!