Bryanboy Loves…and Random Cheesemax: Retail Therapy and More
DISCLAIMER: This is QUITE POSSIBLY THE LONGEST BL…RC entry of all time so be sure to read it all.
#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Budapest, Hungary, Plano, TX, Salford, UK, Staten Island, NY, Paderno Dugnano, Italy, Paris, France, Willebroek, Belgium, Lisbon, Portugal, Chrzanw Nowy, Poland, Beijing, China, Djursholms Sby, Sweden, Rome, Italy, Sarugakucho, Tokyo Japan and of course, all the cute guys and lovely girl from Hudiskvall, Gavleborgs Lan Sweden! I love each and every one of you ya fuckin maggots. Send me "I LOVE BRYANBOY" pictures! I can never have too much of those.
New York City, BC, Canada, Rome Italy, Jakarta, Indonesia, Philadelphia, PA, Madison, Wisconsin and Singapore. Unless you’re legally blind, it should be obvious to you that people all over the world love me so you, yes you, should start loving me too.
Full-sized version of these pics plus all the random cheesemax that I love after the jump.
You better work! Sashay! Shante!
It’s 3:35AM in the third world and my day is about to start. I slept early last night, around 8PM after spending the entire day on the road. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise!
Yesterday was quite productive. I left the house before lunchtime, in spite of my face all red and peeling (yep, I restarted again on Obagi…I have to have perfect, flawless skin NEXT MONTH for another upcoming/possible project, that’s another surprise to tell), to meet several suppliers. My first batch of 20-something necklaces are all done… and they’re all GORGEOUS! I’m really proud of myself and my vendors. I’m extremely confident that most of you will react the same way I did when I saw them. It felt really good inside to be able to accomplish something. Unfortunately, there’s still lots of work that needs to be done. 20 pieces isn’t enough to begin with therefore I’m adding another extra week on my ‘calendar’ to create another 20 pieces.
Busy Bee… Sneak Preview…
Time is truly the ultimate luxury in this world. I was supposed to go out this afternoon to meet one of my suppliers for my upcoming accessories line but I cancelled out first thing in the morning because I’ve spent the entire night designing a new website. Believe it or not, I slept at 10AM earlier today… for only 4 hours!
Last week was quite heavy, both emotionally and physically… I really have to go to the doctor soon. I’ll try to go to the hospital tomorrow morning. Remember how I complained about having chest pains/lung problems for the past few months? Ugh. I’m gonna give this whole ‘quit smoking’ another shot. I’ll try not to smoke a cigarette tonight.It’s gonna be extremely hard cause cigarettes are pretty much what keeps me up all night.
I’m just fucking exhausted. Of everything! There’s definitely something in the air. I overheard my mom talk to one of her sublings on the phone and she said my aunt survived a heart attack AND a stroke over the weekend. She’s currently recovering in the hospital. The worst part is, when she was rushed off to the hospital, her maid ran off with some of my aunt’s jewelry. It was cruel. Hearing news like this makes me feel sad. Ugh. Family drama eh? The good thing is, my aunt is fine and she’s gonna undergo some sort of surgery. Enough about my aunt… more about me!
I really don’t
know where I get the energy to get up each and every day… or how I’m
able to survive this sickening routine of "sameness". I try to make
each day a "new" day but it always feel as if it’s just the same as
"yesterday". Sometimes I feel that my life is so stagnant and I need a
CLEARER sense of direction.
The good news is, I’m finally making a lot of progress on my upcoming accessories line. I think I’m gonna focus on this over the next few weeks. I just can’t wait to launch this baby. One of my suppliers emailed me with pictures and I was happy with the initial samples. I guess you guys have to wait until the website is up to see what they all look like. Give me a couple of weeks. Promise!
Production-wise, we’re running a little behind
schedule because all of my accessories are handmade. We’re starting with a small collection of about 40 or so necklaces for the initial roll-out. My supplier and I also have to go through a lot of stuff before making a piece. Each piece is unique, crafted by hand and well-thought out so no two accessories are the same. Hopefully I’ll have all 40 pieces done before Friday this week.
I’m meeting one of my suppliers tomorrow to shop around town for packaging. Remember the cute black boxes I mentioned online before? I’ve been in contact with them and apparently, the shipping costs (from the USA) are more expensive than the boxes alone so fuck it. I guess we’ll buy all the materials here.
My maid went to the markets yesterday (Divisoria) and all she found were brown kraft boxes. Yuck! We’re sooo not gonna use brown boxes. Eeew. I guess since we’re just starting small, we may have to go to a regular "gift shop" or "wrap shop" whatever type of shop in the mall. After all, it’s not like we’re selling 1,000 pieces now. We’re still a mom-and-pop operation.
I’m really, really excited with my new venture! You’ll definitely hear more about it when I unveil it soon.
I think I’m gonna crawl back to bed and take a nap. I’m really dead tired and knackered to the bone… and to think, I only got up a couple of hours ago. Hopefully I’ll wake up again later, in the middle of the night, so I can get back to work.
Bryanboy loves Swedish boys and Singaporean kids! (I hope I didn’t sound like a pedophile right there. hahahaha)! Keep the love coming.
Big shout out to Helen, again, from Singapore, too. Man, am I big in Singapore or what?
As always, you all know how to get hold of me. Email email@example.com or SMS +63.915.785.1492.
Checkpoint: Stopped by the Police
Oh my god. We got stopped by the cops on our way home last night and boy it was hilarious.
"Good evening young ladies. Sorry for the inconvenience, will you please turn your lights on?"
First things first, I would like to greet all my countrymen, anyone who's got a snot-colored passport (like I do) from the land of the brown, l'exotique and the natives, the cesspit of the third world aka Las Islas Fililpnas, a HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!
Philippine flags photo credit: Shaolintiger.com
Tang ina ninyo lahat mga hampaslupa itayo ang bandera ng Pilipinas!!! Hoy mga bakla ako ang pinakamaganda sa inyong lahat hahahahahahahahaha! Echos!
If These Walls Could Talk!
I would like to say "thanks" to the Pied Piper of Manila, Carlos Celdran (and his fabulous & highly-recommended walking tours) for NOT BEING AVAILABLE on a bloody Thursday. Carlos!!!!!!! I hope you’re
listening to me reading this… it’s about time that you clone yourself! I was gonna send a fellow blogger over to you but you don’t have any weekday tours available. Thanks to you, I lost soo much weight from an hour’s worth of walking. I burned so many calories I think I might have reached my exercise quota for the entire year!
I got up at 10:30AM yesterday after my little KFC extravanganza. I wanted Gareth to see one of Manila’s top tourist attractions (other than myself, of course) so I picked him up at around 2:30PM.
Protected: Back to regular programming… Today’s 6/6/6! Camwhore Time! Bryanboy does Lunch! Yes, Lunch!
Bryanboy At His Rawest
People seem to have this impression that everything about me is fabulous. I don’t blame them because that’s the image I project: my life is fabulous, I love beautiful things, I drool over beautiful people, I go to nice places etc. Flaunt it cause you have it. Show it while you have it. Work it like you own it. Fake it till you make it. I dress like a princess but in reality I’m just a pauper.
In the past few months I’ve received no less than a dozen emails from people (shit, I dropped my cigarette on my crotch as I typed that sentence) with questions like "what does Bryanboy wear when he’s at home?" etc. I also get compliments from many, many people complimenting me about my skin, which I don’t really understand cause I have terrible, terrible awful skin. Hah!
It’s Monday afternoon and I just got up less than an hour ago. I’m dead bored so I figured, why not surprise you lot with what the OTHER SIDE of BRYAN looks like.
Take note of all that excess flesh… now you know why I’m promoting my watermelon diet… oh and all that stubble on my face. You probably don’t see it now but you will, later.
Anyway, all I wear at home is a plain ol tee and boxers. It’s all about comfort clothes here. No juicy couture sweats whatsoever. Sometimes I’d even roam around the house wearing nothing but some y-front briefs on.
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Now, If the image above isn’t shocking enough, the photo you are about to see will HAUNT you for the rest of your life and change the way you think of me — Le Superstar Fabuleux my fuckin asshole.
You know what I realized a couple of days ago?
Thousands upon thousands of you visit my website on a regular basis. From Sydney and Osaka, Hamburg, Arkansas and Malmo, Sweden to Buenos Aires, Argentina down to my homies in Los Angeles, CA and Jakarta, Indonesia, millions of you have visited my site since October 2004. It’s amazing how a shitload of people all over the world found my little corner of the interweb and the numbers are still growing. You’ve read all my stories, you’ve seen and laughed at what seemed to be tens of thousands of my hilarious (and often ridiculous) photographs.
(That’s me at Shu Uemura’s latest party)
Now that you’ve seen a (small) part of my life on my blog after all this time, it’s my turn to know more about you, my dear reader.
I’ve always been curious on who reads my website. I mean, it’s quite obvious from the hundreds of "I LOVE BRYANBOY" and "INFAMOUS BRYANBOY POSE" photos that you have sent me, but I believe that’s only a very small percentage of the people who read (and/or visit) my blog religiously.
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Moscow Needs Some Faggotry. Big Time.
I’m sure you’ve heard the news on how Moscow’s first ever gay pride got trashed by a ton of nationalists, skinheads, religious fanatics and such. Thanks to Moscow’s homophobic mayor Yuri Luzhkov (who put a ban on the event), Russian fags and queers were deprived of such celebration… and some of them even got beaten up.