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Somebody loves the little children...

Somebody loves the little children.

I've been wasting away precious time on MySpace and looking lookie at what I found during a random search.His name is Roy, he's a poofter, he's British, he's 18 and he recently spent a lot of time in the Philippines on what looks like "volunteering" type of work that first world white trash youth do during gap years on their spare time. You know what I mean and I'm sure you've seen them all over the place -- scruffy white teens running around the cesspit of the third world, trying to do something good for the humanity or worse, try to save the world. It's quite an interesting concept actually. I for one have considered giving this volunteering thing a try in Mongolia but Im soo scared I'd get stoned to death for showing up in a gold lame sweater and my old Dior eskimo boots.

Australian Government, anyone?

Australian Government, anyone?

I know there's a shitload of people around the world who read my website including people from the land of the kangaroos, uncircumcised surfer boys with funny accents and Ksubi so maybe they can answer my question. Depending on my projects and if I have time... AND money lol... I'm seriously thinking of going to Sydney on holiday for a week and Melbourne too for another week to visit one of my buddies over the next few months when it's cold there.

Does anyone know whether or not it's easy to get an Australian tourist visa? Do I need to compile a shitload of paperwork, wait for months to get an appointment, overdose myself on hardcore tranquilizers, queue for HOURRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSS, deal with bollocking bitchy Filipino pleb receptionists before getting interviewed by an ageing consul who will ask silly things like "what are you planning to do in our country" despite the fact that you've written "VACATION & TOURISM PURPOSES - I AM GONNA FUCKING PUMP MONEY IN YOUR GOD DAMN ECONOMY AND TRY TO CONTRACT AN STD, ASSHOLES!" on the visa application form.

I went to the Australian embassy website and there's far too much information my mere 2 brain cells can handle. I just fucking give up. I know many of you out there don't need a visa to go to Australia because y'all have first world passports but in my case (this is in addition to looking like a brown ricer whore), I'm one of the 84 million unfortunate third world souls in this fabulous country whose booger-coloured passport comes with a warning label that says "WARNING: POTENTIAL BOAT PERSON ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT".

Please tell me they're easy to deal with and they're like EU/Schengen embassies where everything is a breeze.

I find it funny that I'm asking this question here considering the buddy I'm planning to visit in Melbourne did an internship for the OZ government and got assigned here for a year but bitch doesn't know anyone in the consular department. LOL.

Email or post a comment if you have something to say. Bryanboy@gmail.com.

P.S. On a totally unrelated subject, IS IT TRUE THAT GETTING A COMMUNITY TAX CERTIFICATE (I'm starting another business/venture blah blah blah) COSTS P5,000 IN MAKATI????

Christian Dior Ready to Wear/Pret-a-Porter Fall/Winter 2007-2008 FW 07-08: Grand & Glamorous

Grand & Glamorous:
Christian Dior Ready to Wear/Pret-a-Porter Fall/Winter 2007-2008 FW 07-08

Stratospherically grand and outrageously glamorous, Big Daddy John Galliano definitely upped the prêt-a-porte ante with his latest collection for Christian Dior. When the pictures came in, I found myself ask the $64 million dollar question – IS THIS READY TO WEAR?

A 10 Year Old Boy's Secrets

A 10 Year Old Boy's Secrets

Now that you've seen bits and pieces of my sexual exploits from my Little Black Book, it's time for me to share what's inside one of my many, many journals back in the dark ages -- wayyyy before I started blogging. It's always nice to reminisce old memories and it's been quite awhile since I last made a Bryanboy Life Archives entry. It truly is amazing how colourful my life is. A Hollywood producer should seriously make a movie out of my life AND (*not* and/or) AND a NYC publisher should fucking give me a book deal so we can all make bajillions out of my mishaps and misadventures.

Let's move on to the juicy stuff shall we?

Inside this 1999 Louis Vuitton diary lies some of the deepest, darkest secrets of a 10 year old boy.

Ten, because I was born in 1989.

In approximately three weeks, 1989 will change to 1990.

You do the math.

Bryanboy: Lethally Blond

Bryanboy: Lethally Blond

I have an oreo cookie and a kiss on the cheek up for grabs if you manage to guess how old I am on the photo and the year it was taken. It's definitely wayyy back in the dark ages when they didn't have coloured film pictures photography cameras whatever.

But then again, this photo could've been taken somewhere in bloody Eastern Europe for all I know. I just can't remember far back! LOL.

My god. Look how chubby my cheeks were, not to mention the shiteous eyeglasses and the blond hair.

And to think, I'm actually considering getting my hair coloured.

Three cheers and snap snap reality.

Slut of the day: Natalie from Detroit

Slut of the day: Natalie from Detroit

Imagine the joy when I logged on my MySpace inbox and found this lovely photo of Natalie from Detroit.

FIERCE!!!!

Singapore: Lime Magazine OUT NOW!

Singapore: Lime Magazine OUT NOW!

I just looooooooooooove corrupting the minds of Asian youth. If you're in sexy Singapore, BE SURE to get hold of the latest copy (March 2007) of Lime Magazine, a cool mag rag for Singapore's super youth! My interview is finally out -- a few things here and there got cropped out -- gotta love the censors but what the heck, the third world's favourite fag made a little appearance in Singapore! I'm HONORED! Bryanboy loves LIME! Meedja whore galore. LOL.

Click here to download a PDF scan of the page.

Help me keep the spirit of faggotry alive! Are you a member of the press and would like to feature me in your publication? Pick my brain (I'm warning you though, I only have 2 brain cells) and shoot me an email. My email address is bryanboy@gmail.com or call/sms +63.915.785.1492.

2007 Academy Awards: Bryanboy

2007 Academy Awards: Bryanboy

OK OK ENOUGH ALREADY! My god, I just checked my inbox and over 300 people emailed me with questions about my super fabulous dress. Yes, I know the dress is beautiful. Yes, I know the colour suits me perfectly and yes, I look soo fucking gorgeous in it. And contrary to what some of you are thinking, NO, it's NOT MY BODY ON THE PHOTOGRAPH and no, you certainly didn't miss the gender reassignment surgery.

My dress came from no other than Dolce & Gabbana. Fuck that gold man trophy they give out to Academy award winners -- my trophy is way better than theirs!!!

Christian Louboutin

Christian Louboutin

Right from the start, I've always stated I have zero writing skills and my command of the English language is similar to that of a five year old from Colombo, Sri Lanka. I've been blogging for god knows how long now and to this date, I still get hounded by vicious and unforgiving English nazis because of my atrocious spelling and grammar on my PERSONAL blog. Anyway, I find it all interesting because 99.99% of them are Filipinos, who I seriously think are the most NOTORIOUS English nazis human spellcheckers in the world. I know because I'm pathetic enough to check their ip addresses. Blah blah blah, yaddi yaddi yadda. Imagine the festivities galore when they see this. I found a little newspaper scan (one of the TOP broadsheets in the viva third world) on Mrs. T's blog.

Photo credit: Mrs. T.

Que horror! Oh dear. Better luck next time, I guess.

Oh well. I can't even pronounce Proenza Schouler correctly in spite of the fact that Lazaro Hernandez and Jack McCollough took turns inseminating my ass when they spitroasted me a couple of years ago. And Proenza is what, American? Whatevs. I'll stick to Target. At least you can't go wrong with it. LOL.

An open letter to Iekeliene Stange & Snejana Onopka

An open letter to Iekeliene Stange & Snejana Onopka

2007 Academy Awards: Worst-Dressed

2007 Academy Awards: Worst-Dressed

Kirsten Dunst, Jennifer Hudson, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Biel, Zhang Ziyi.

Crazy I tell you, crazy!

2007 Academy Awards: Reese Witherspoon

2007 Academy Awards: Reese Witherspoon

This woman is on a roll! She totally rocked the Golden Globes, followed by a stint at the SAG awards and now this. Reese is fucking hot, hot, hot!  I have a soft spot for clothes with "graduating" colors (remember that Dior Haute Couture piece I wanted) and she totally reached another blockbuster red-carpet level with her Olivier Theyskens for Nina Ricci dress.

Reese Witherspoon is DEFINITELY on my Best Dressed List. Gorgeous. GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GORGEOUS!

2007 Academy Awards: Kate Winslet

2007 Academy Awards: Kate Winslet

Kate Winslet in Valentino. She does look good but a little boring. I won't give the Predictable Polly award to her though. Her Valentino dress looks great and the colour suits her. She definitely represents understated elegance.

Handbag is vile. Totally ruined the look. She should've gone for the Celestina mother-of-pearl clutch that I wanted.

2007 Academy Awards: Emily Blunt

2007 Academy Awards: Emily Blunt

God I love her. Obviously her diet is working because she looks wayyy thinner compared to the Golden Globes. Cube of cheese, anyone? I really love the dress on her and the color suits her. Sheer elegance. She should've chucked that bracelet though and gone arm candy free.

She's really beautiful, isn't she?

2007 Academy Awards: Designer Extravaganza

2007 Academy Awards: Designer Extravaganza

You've seen the action -- Hollywood's royalty in their oh-so-bjaw-dropping bling, fabulous clutches, fantastic makeup, amazing hair and of course, some of the world's finest couture. Here's a partial listing of the lucky designers the beautiful ones have chosen. Feel free to post a comment if I missed out on something and/or inaccuracies.

Click click click for a comprehensive listing of what they wore on this year's Academy Awards!