Pictionary! Pictionary! Pictionary!, Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax
Pictionary! Pictionary! Pictionary!
Disclaimer: this is probably going to be the biggest, most photo-intensive Bryanboy entry EVAR and I'm not even going to do a "journal cut". Goodluck, if you're on dial-up. I recommend that you get high-speed internet access pronto! In this day and age of the internet, there's really no excuse for you to surf with a nasty 56K modem. Sending items via slow boat is bad enough when you have Fedex/UPS/DHL, surfing the internet at prehistoric speeds is worse.
All aboard? Ready? Set? Go.
I have too many things going on these days, it's insane! I thought it would be best if I purge it all now rather than keep things to myself until I forget to write about it. My head is spinning with all my activities and I'm dying! I don't even know how I managed to survive the past couple of months. Every day is a new busy day.
I went to the HIV/Aids Awareness campaign photo shoot yesterday night and boy it was fun. It's an honor to be invited to such endeavor and I'm glad I'm making a difference even in a small way. There's a lot of friendly and familiar faces. It's all good. I wore a white tank top, jeans and I even brought my fox stole William.
HANNAH MATRONIC you cum-guzzling whore, I think I saw Sam Milby there. The moment I walked into the door, they were taking photos of this tall guy wearing a white shirt. I thought his face looked familiar. I swear to god it was him!!!! I know that face. Who, in this shithole of a country, can ever miss that face? That guy's face/body/whatever is plastered all over the place - malls, billboards on the freeway, you name it, whatever, all because of that big brother show. I think you would've creamed your pants if you were there with me.
Err ok, no. I take that back. I know we both don't like guys with boyish looks and baby faces. We want them hardcore kargadors (construction workers).
It's a shame I didn't bring my eyeglasses otherwise I would've taken a closer look. I left my camera at home and I wasn't able to take pictures. My driver went back to get my camera and that Sam Milby guy already left by the time I got it.
Xeng Zulueta ( of Shu Uemura http://xengzulueta.blogspot.com) made me look pretty And flawless. She's really good at what she does - a real expert in my books. And yes, Jigs Mayuga (also from Shu Uemura) is cute, too. Don't tell him you read me say that.
Here's a picture of me after the shoot. I didn't stay long. There's too many people and it was soo friggin hot. I hope the pictures (and the video... yes, there's a video) turn out good. It's gonna be launched on May 11 and there's gonna be a website for it. Ooooh I can't wait.
Silk cardigan by Roberto Collina, tank top by Zara, jeans from Cheap Monday, sunglasses from Dior and silver medium-sized bowling bag from Chanel (Luxury by Chanel line.. available now!)
Before going to the photoshoot, I ran some errands with my one of my younger sisters. We went to Home Depot and bought some paint. I love doing errands. I think it's a good excuse for me to get away from my daily routine of sitting in front of a computer.
Sunvisor by Chanel, sunglasses from Dior, t-shirt from People R People (a third world version of Kitson on Robertson in LA. love the thirt... it's around US$8!!!!), jeans from Dolce & Gabbana, belt from Hermes, watch from Dior, bag from Chanel (metallic silver) and white leather bag with lace from Dolce & Gabbana.
Anyway, I love all these Home Depot, True Value and Ace Hardware-type construction/decoration/office supplies/whatever stores. I'm completely fascinated with all the nifty goods they have there. It's like entering a whole new different world of material things. They may not be beautiful but they're all functional... and essential to every day living. Like paint... or tiles... or toilet bowls... even intercom speakers and cement.
Prior to the Home Depot, Genie and I went to our local nail place, Tips n' Toes where I had a manicure, foot spa/pedicure and a full body massage. One of the nail ladies even performed cunnilingus on my mangina. Oh my god!!! I can't believe I said that. I don't want my future grandkids (yes, I'm gonna force my adopted kids to procreate at one point) to think that I'm a lesbian slut.
We also went to the mall. Had a quick snack at Teriyaki Boy followed by Calvin Klein where I bought 3 white tank tops and a pair of boxers. I also went to Bench to pick up a couple of hair products, a shitload of their nice new floral and striped underwear and a pair of flip flops for US$3.00!!!!!!! I love that store!!! Everything is sooo cheap! Every time I go to that place I end up buying a lot of things. Why buy 1 piece when you can buy like 5 of the same item? or even 10??????
Yesterday was seriously one of my most productive days ever. I managed to do a lot of things. I went to home depot, I got my nails done, I got a massage, I got a haircut, I shopped a little, shit, I even went to my doctor. Just as I suspected, I still have my bronchitis and rhinitis. 
He prescribed me a shitload of medication - antibiotics (avelox/moxifloxacin), prednisone (organon) and cetirizine (virilix) for my colds/cough and prevacid for my reflux thingie. Thank god I managed to squeeze a little xanax prescription. A little anti-anxiety pill helps, especially with all the things going on in my life right now.
I read on this month's Departures magazine that French Vogue editor-in-chief Carine Roitfeld takes a quarter of Lexomil (bromazepam) every time she goes to bed. I love that woman. I know everyone loves Nuclear Wintour but I love Carine Roitfeld as well.
You know, I was supposed to get my haircut on Tuesday. I made an appointment with my stylist on Tuesday afternoon and I backed out on the last minute. I thought it would be cool to give this "slick back" hairstyle a shot. Hey - if it works for Swedish bratts then it should work for me, right?
I was wrong. I looked like a fuckin 40 year old man, especially with my eyeglasses on. So so disgusting. I have NEVER looked sooo old in my life.
Black jacket from Helmut Lang, striped polo top from Dolce & Gabbana, crystal brooch that I got for less than $20 at Rustan's (a cool department store here in the Philippines), bag from Chanel, jeans from Diesel and shoes from Dior Homme.
I think I'll stick to the haircut that has worked for me over the years. Short and sweet.
I went to this intimate 'champagne and couture' party at a local couturier's atelier (Helena Carratala Guerrero) and one of my friends told me that I actually look good and how I should grow my hair longer because this slick back thing suits me. Apparently my hair is still short that's why it won't flatten out.
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After the party, I went to my usual haunt M Cafe for a drink and a quick snack. I also met up with a friendto this bookstore called "Powerbooks". My friend's bedroom photo was blown up to epic proportions and plastered on a HUGE sign thing inside the bookstore. She's got such a nice bed area. LOL.
We had a lovely, calorific meal at M Cafe with one of her buddies/colleague and the three of us went to the cinema to watch "Just Friends". It's a funny movie. I even cried at the end... even if it's friggin comedy.
sings *forgiveness... it's more than saying sorry...*
"Wait a minute, am I being Punk'd? Oh my god! Ashton, you really got me! Ha, ha! Ashton! ... Ashton?"
"Raise your hand if your brother is a homo!"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!
How on earth is it possible that Ryan Reynolds is married to.... Alanis Morissette? I thought my friend was bulshitting me to the bone but one search on google confirmed what she said. Oh. my. god. Alanis, queen of angst and jagged little ecstasy pills is married to... err... this guy. Well, all's fair in love and war.
Bryanboy Loves... and Random Cheesemax
#1 - Bryanboy loves people from Hareskovby, Copenhagen Denmark, Baulkham Hills, NSW Australia, Yarraville, VIC Australia, San Sebastiano Al Vesuvio, Campania Italy, Liding, Sweden, Hoevelaken, Gelderland Netherlands, Padova, Veneto Italy, Helsingborg, Sweden, Garbagnate Milanese, Italy, Cologne, Germany and all the beautiful people from Athens, Greece. I love each and every one of you mother fuckers. Say hi, don't be shy!
#2 - Here's a snippet from an online chat session with my nonsexual wife, Hannah anorexic daughter, Allegra.
hannah: 'day paano na yan kung wala na si daddy ko paano ako mabubuhay
translation: darling, what's gonna happen when daddy's gone? how will i survive?
bryanboy: how old is he?
bryanboy: don't worry babe
bryanboy: matagal bago mamatay ang mayaman
translation: it takes a long time for rich people to die
hannah: HAHAHA
bryanboy: he won't die until nakapagasawa ka na ng mayaman
translation: he won't die until you marry a rich guy
hannah: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
hannah: i miss you
bryanboy: i miss you too
hannah: charing!
translation: kidding!
bryanboy: pakyou
hannah: hahaha
#3 - More Bryanboy love from all over the world. Meet Siobhan from the Land Down Under. Send me Autsralian surfer boys god dammit.
And of course, a LOTTTTT of manlove from a guy in Las Isla Manjattan in ViVa New York Cityyyyy!
#4 - Hannah (and others), this is a book that I think y'all should read pronto. I read this book ages ago and in fact, this is the one I told you to read when we had one of those conversations. I saw it again on one of the latest local magazines. It's hilarious, at the same, sad. I love how at the end of the book the 2 vulture socialites said something on how everyone will end up in a "Korn Koffin" anyway. Or something like that. Read it mother fuckers. Put me on Oprah's shoes and I'll be promoting this book to no end. Search for it on Amazon.com. "The Right Address" by Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman. I think a lot of people can relate to the characters to the book. At the end of the day, trying to gain acceptance is overrated (who the fuckin hell am I fooling... everyone wants acceptance HAHAHHAHA) and one should stick to what they are because there's still a quite of number GENUINE and NICE people who care about you inspite of your facade, hearsay, mishaps, etc.
(On a side note, I love how one of the nasty prositutes died in a car accident because of her MASSIVE fur coat. That was HILARIOUS!)
Amie Taylor's book review sums it up really.
THE RIGHT ADDRESS
Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman
Broadway Books
Fiction
ISBN: 0767921267
Being rich isn't quite as easy it looks. Just ask Melanie Sartomsky Korn --- she'll tell you. When this Florida flight attendant meets the billionaire of her dreams, Arthur Korn, "The Coffin King," she thinks all of her troubles are over. Little does she know they've only just begun.
What nobody told Melanie is that entrance into society, at least Park Avenue society, requires more than buckets full of money. It requires wearing the right clothes, saying the right thing and having the right connections, none of which Melanie has a clue about and makes painfully obvious with one faux pas after another. Whoever thought "marrying up" would be such hard work?
No matter how hard Melanie tries, the other "ladies" will not allow her to forget where she's come from, how she got there or that she most definitely is not one of them. It doesn't help that she's young and gorgeous and they're, um, well, they're not. It also doesn't help that she doesn't know which fork to use, what length and style of a dress to wear to an afternoon tea or whether or not fur is déclassé. Learning what is done and not done in the highest echelons of Manhattan society can be exhausting!
In spite of her struggles for acceptance, Melanie never stops trying. She goes on a decorating rampage, changes her wardrobe and even hires a PR firm all under the tutelage of her intimidating but ultimately endearing British butler, Mr. Guffey. With his help, she might just stand a chance.
As if Melanie wasn't nervous enough dealing with the society matrons, she also has to compete with the specter of her husband Arthur's ex-wife, Diandra. There is no shortage of those eager to sing Diandra's praises, leaving Melanie feeling more insecure than ever.
Just when she begins to see a glimmer of acceptance and success, Melanie does an interview with a local journalist that leaves what little reputation she had begun to build in tatters. She can either hide or fight. Welcome to this novel where trailer trash meets society snobs and the gloves are off.
If you love society, scandal and stories about the rich and the richer, look no further. THE RIGHT ADDRESS will fulfill your every need. The great thing about THE RIGHT ADDRESS is that everything works out in the end, although perhaps not in the expected manner. One word of warning though --- don't start reading this one until you have a day to yourself. I guarantee you won't want to put it down until you're finished and woe betide anyone who interrupts you!
Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman have created a winning novel in this collaboration. No one but a true insider could dish the dirt the way they do in THE RIGHT ADDRESS and with just the right amount of wit, humor and insight.
--- Reviewed by Amie Taylor
Now, now, is there anyone out here who knows a billionaire who made fortunes in the funeral/dead people cadaver industry? Let me know. Feel free to pass my digits. LOL.
#4 - Sienna Miller got blond hair extensions. That BITCH!!! Those PYTHON BOOTS are GORGEOUS. I saw them (and they were on sale 2 months ago) but they didn't have it in my size (size 10)!!!!!! David Kroell made them, unless I'm wrong. Ooooooooh my blood is boiling. Those boots are FUCKING gorgeous.
#5 - Random cheesemax on the net
- click here | Lindsay Lohan, Kate Moss and Courtney Love are going on an all-star cast vacation holiday. Why go to Hawaii when you can send me postcards from Colombia god dammit!
- click here | When it comes to felony chic, Naomi's got it covered.
- click here | "That's not normal. I can't believe it. She looks horrible. It's really sad" - Paris Hilton discussing Nicole's Richie's weight loss. Bryanboy says: Nicole is gorgeous!
#6 - To all you hardcore druggies out there. This is the ONLY way to be seen at 4AM. Two thumbs up to Whitney Houston. Nothing can beat a crackhead roaming the streets of Atlanta in pyjamas and a massive fur coat that's more expensive than a standard car. I'm sure you've seen her little drug den photos in her $7.5 million dollar mansion last week when it's all in the headlines. Yes? I LOVE her. Photo courtesy of my pals from PerezHilton.com. FYI - her teeth is false. Damn false teeth costs $6,000 a set and her dentists fedex her those things REGULARLY.
Just a reminder kids: don't do crack.
and crystal meth, while you're at it.
I think that's all for now.
I love each and every one of you. Email bryan@bryanboy.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492 TODAY!
I need attention god dammit. It doesn't matter even if you are in fuckin Timbuktu or bum fuck Topeka, Kansas. Tell me you love me. Tell me you really, really love me, no holds barred, no strings attached.
