At my age, buying goth/punk shoes should be the last thing on my mind. I’ve gone through the whole goth phase (minus the makeup though) more than a decade ago. I sent our messenger to go to the post office yesterday morning to pick up a couple of packages and lo and behold my studded goth boots arrived in the mail. I bought these a few months ago and I totally forgot about them. I took them out for a spin when I went to the mall in the afternoon and I love them!
Bryanboy as a goth? OMGNOWAII! Don’t worry, it’s never going to happen. But then again, I’m not really the poster child of elegance, restraint and refinement; I’ll leave that to the people who desperately want to be photographed by The Sartorialist and would fight tooth and nail (and show some ankles because Scott LOVES them ankles) just to be on his pages. LOL. Just kidding.
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Happy New You
NOTE: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY ENTRY FOR CHALLENGE #10 BEFORE I GOT BOOTED. ENJOY! –B
I’m not really big into these New Year Resolution things. It’s bollocks, I tell you. Bollocks! New Year’s Resolutions, at least to me, are nothing but short-term plans and they, like most short-term promises, are meant to be broken.
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It’s been raining non-stop in the third world but I’m not gonna let the weather stop me from going out for a quick spin. I gained 3-4 pounds in the past week with my new diet. I think that’s one of the reasons why I haven’t been taking a lot of pictures recently — I’m wayyy too self-conscious about my size. But for health reasons, I’m gonna back off with the weight loss (at least for a bit) and try to gain a little more weight in order to be "athletic". No I’m NOT deranged!!! One of my friends told me I look heaps better with more weight than trying to look skeletal. In fact, every time we talk on the phone she always begs, pleads, etc for me to gain a few extra pounds. We’ll see how it goes.
Is it just me or am I wearing a lot of black/white these days? Click click click for more pictures!
Let’s try facial hair!
One of my friends dared me to try being a "guy" for a change. I don’t know what she’s talking about because hello… I’m a guy and heck, even though I’m a bottom son of a bitch, y’all know I love my peeeee peee and I stroke it four times a day, nine days a week, including holidays.
Guess what? I haven’t shaved my face in a week and I thought, why not try growing facial hair for a change?
I say nay. I look retarded. In fact, I need another haircut.
Back to the "knitwear drawing board"
I think I’m gonna be a bajillionaire if I got a dollar every time I said "Christmas arrived early this year" because IMO, 2007 is a banner year for me. For some of you who read my site after all this time, you’ll know I had dinner with Mrs. Imelda Marcos earlier this year, I also went to a Philippine senator’s house WITHOUT knowing in advance that I’m going to a senator’s house and I ended up wearing a "I Fucked Collin Farrell" t-shirt (oh god) and now, let me add another thing on my personal history books.
Marc Jacobs: "so where in the world are you?"
oh I’m from a different planet Philippines."
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A Message From Jason Preston…
The lovefest continues. It’s MJ and JP weekend, is it obvious?
Many things have been said offline and online about Jason Preston. Trust me — I’m one of them but I’m a reformed twat and I have finally seen the blinding light. While some are nice, most were unsavoury and unnecessary. Regardless of what everyone thinks, Jason is, no doubt, one of the main people who changed Marc Jacobs’ life (for the better) and he did so in more ways than one… and more than we spectators will ever know.
(EEEW LOOK AT ME GO ALL MUSHY MUSHY KISS ASS SLOPPY SECONDS SAPPY)
It’s true. And you know what? Love knows no boundaries…
… and speaking of boundaries, geography is no boundary when it comes to Bryanboy’s faggotry!
Remember when Perez called my voice mail up? Well, Jason popped by my 24-hour voice mail line. Christmas is just around the corner and the presents from around the world are pouring in! He’s totally sweet!
Well, what do you think?
I love you all!
PS. As always, y’all can leave me messages too. I’ll post the best ones on my website. Just call +1.206.666.3156. That’s in the USA, fyi. Enjoy!
I’m currently undergoing through some very surreal moments so please allow me to indulge in a brief moment of silence until I knock my bingo wings back to reality and compose myself, regroup and get my fat arse together. Quite frankly, at the moment, I cannot think straight. No, erase that. I cannot think at all!
On my next entry, I’m gonna share to you all some of my newfound Australian discoveries.
Connect the dots
Connect the dots, quick!
Faggotry in Motion coming up… ;)
PS. Marc Jacobs, I love you. Please adopt me and make me your muse. Think Karl Lagerfeld and Lady Amanda Harlech.