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2:48 am

Sweden’s Queen of Hard Rock

25/09/2007, Friendships

Sweden’s Queen of Hard Rock

Remember my friend Alex from Stockholm? Guess what… she’s Sweden’s Queen of Hard Rock!

Queen of Hard Rock

Yep, homegirl is on her way to becoming famous! I’m soo proud of her!

Alex and me at the Berns Hotel Stockholm
Bryanboy and Alex

If you’re in Stockholm, why don’t you pop over at her gala party this Wednesday, 21.00 (9PM) September 26, 2007 at Harry B James (Regeringsgatan 47, mittemot NK) and tell her I said hi! In fact, take pictures. Lots of pictures. For meeeee! Support, support, support! Click click click for the invite. 

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3:16 pm

Marlboro Mediums

15/09/2007, Friendships

Marlboro Mediums

I know, I know. Yes. I’m one of those people who are so easy to please. Look at what my friend gave me over lunch — a packet of Marlboro Mediums 100s!!!!! I *love* king-sized cigarettes and this sort of shit is *so* hard to find where I live. Filipino cigarettes are so crap these days it’s not even funny. I can easily finish a marlboro lights in less than 3 minutes.

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Mmmm!! Thanks AG for the little gift. :)

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7:51 am

Weekend Bender

13/11/2006, Clubbing, Current Affairs, Food and Drink, Friendships, Philippines

Weekend Bender

OMG. I think I’m destined to be a matron.

I finally had the chance to wear my nice, new (well it’s vintage so whatever) sweater that I got from "I Love You Store". It’s sooo cute. I really really really love it. I was looking at some of my weekend photos and thought "damn, I look like someone familiar."

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6:00 pm

Fat Thighs

11/09/2006, Friendships

Fat Thighs

Set this in stone. I will never, ever wear tights again. EVER! I have no idea what went inside my head but I took my green tights yesterday for a quick spin around the city.

A friend and I fought awhile back because she won’t stop nagging at me after telling her to piss off because I didn’t want to talk about my problems. She kept bugging me about what’s wrong, why are things blah blah blah and all that bullshit. At that time, all I wanted is a tiny moment of silence because I was depressed and exhausted. The more I think about my problems, let alone talk, the more harassed and pissed I get.

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9:36 am

Camwhore Galore: Market! + Sonny Vandervelde

08/08/2006, Fashion, Food and Drink, Friendships, Health

Camwhore Galore: Market!

080806_pauline_1First things first, I’d like to send a big shout out to Mrs. Pauline Suaco-Juan, Editor-in-Chief of the one top fashion magazines in the Philippines, Preview Magazine. One of my readers (thanks, Gia!) emailed me a link to a google archive of an article on the Philippine Star (one of the third world’s top broadsheets). She wrote an article, entitled "20 Trends that changed our lives in the last 20 years" and she mentioned my blog (woo hoo!) on item #7:

Hey, it’s not every day I get to see my name on the newspaper so allow me to indulge in this little brush with mediadom. Hahaha! Photo courtesy of Chuvaness.

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7) Reality Bites

From Pinoy Big Brother to Bryanboy’s blog to "I-Me-My" journalism (the kind that’s really more diary than opinion column), Pinoys can’t get enough of the real and the mundane. Everyone’s jumping on the reality bandwagon for their five minutes worth of fame (and hopefully fortune). Following the lead of PBB alumni Sam Milby and Zanjo Marudo, many try the TV route and audition for one of the many contest format shows; many more are opting to write their own blogs, hoping to achieve even a fraction of the attention, if not controversy, Bryanboy’s site has generated.
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LOL! Who knew I was controversial? Hahahaha! Thanks Pauline.

Before I spit my usual nonsense and pictionary bonanza, can I just say I’m dying? My upper left wisdom tooth is killing me. No wonder I’ve been having these headaches and fever the past few days — it’s my tooth that’s fucking me up! I simply CAN’T function at all!

I tried all sorts of over-the-counter/non-prescription drug out there (paracetamol, ibuprofen, mefenamic acid) and none of them are working. This is why I fucking hate the third world. It’s fucking easier to get ILLEGAL drugs from the street than get a narcotic. All it takes is a trip down the club, loitter around the toilets and wait for the powers that be to cough up a snowstorm — no prescription required! Fuck drugs though. My party and play days are best kept in the attict. Sober is the new black and I’d rather keep it that way. Besides, I’m not getting any younger. Who the hell wants to be found having a seizure in the club with your mouth foaming like a rabid dog with rabies?

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Yes, I know I’m still obese. Deal with it, ya fuckin cunts!

To be honest with you, I don’t even think narcotics are available in this shithole. I know for a fact that vicodin is UNHEARD of amongst the pharmacies here. When I had a tooth extracted ages ago, the fucking dentist gave me ibuprofen. When I complained to an orthopedist about my excruciating back pain, the asshole prescribed me calcium supplements and a fucking ergonomic chair. I wouldn’t be surprised if cancer patients around here get paracetamol tablets. Shit, I’d rather jump off the bridge and kill myself if I found out I have cancer. That’s how terrible it is over here.

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3:15 pm

Protected: Camwhore Galore: Titillating Thursday = Gas + Asian-sized Dildos + High Tea

04/08/2006, Bryanboy.com, Current Affairs, Food and Drink, Friendships, Fun, Manila

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5:22 am

Excessively Preppy. Office Worker Chic. I mean Shit.

05/06/2006, Clubbing, Food and Drink, Friendships, Life, Manila

Excessively Preppy. Office Worker Chic

Boy oh boy, what an unbelievable weekend I had. It rained cats and dogs on Saturday night and it was pouring parties left and right. The awful H2O that fell from the sky didn’t stop my preppy-wannabe ass from hopping from one party to another.

I left the house at 7PM and it wasn’t even raining. As soon as I crossed the territorial borders of the big city with the bright lights, it started to pour. A friend called and even suggested that I should unleash the fur and the Jacket-a-wheelers cause it was pissing down with rain. Thank god I brought a Dior Homme dinner jacket with me.

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Super super drunk but I still look fierce. And fugly. Look at the face. Hahaha!

Too bad she called in late. I friggin wore a white top and beige trousers. Eeek! My dry cleaners will have a ball as soon as I send in my shit. LOL.

Hat by Chanel, top from Neil Barrett, fish necklace from Chanel, pearl belt (worn as necklace) by Chanel, faux pearls necklace from a flea market, B bag from Fendi, bracelet by Hermès, trousers by Prada, shoes from Louis Vuitton.

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3:31 am

Dream of Domestication

20/04/2006, Current Affairs, Fan Art, Fans, Food and Drink, Friendships, Press Coverage

Dream of Domestication

Pay your surgeon very well to break the spell of aging. Celebrity skin is this your chin or is that war you’re waging. First born unicorn, hardcore soft porn… Dream of californication. Dream of californication.

I’m becoming

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7:20 pm

Sustenance for the Soul, Fashion First Before Comfort, Guess Who Came For Dinner?

10/02/2006, Current Affairs, Fan Art, Friendships, Press Coverage

Sustenance for the Soul

This is one of the main reasons why life is worth living.

I know the best things in life are often (very) expensive – I’m not gonna be a hypocrite… I’m gonna be soo happy if I got a brand new Maybach, a crocodile Birkin IN NEON PINK with diamonds, a gorgeous De Grisogono watch or a new massive pink diamond Graff ring that’s huge enough to create a fuckin hole as big as the Grand Canyon on someone’s face when I punch them… but hey… I’m not gonna complain if something is being given to me for free.

It’s not everyday that I get very sweaty, young, aspiring porn star males with construction worker-like bodies from Canada take their shirts off and pose for the camera.

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Neil

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I’m telling you… it’s images like these that pretty much keep me going. Images that depict your unconditional love serve as vital life support to my dreary, dull life.

Even Jessie and Natalie (from Malaysia), sent their love from the fabulous The Datai in Langkawi. Lucky bitches… I NEED A BEACH HOLIDAY!!!!!!!

Lovedatai

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What are you waiting for?

Everyone’s got a friggin camera these days – digital cameras, webcams, mobile phones, whatever. Be creative and take a photo of your love. Email bryanboy@gmail.com. Be creative… please? None of those photoshopped crap.

I would literally cream my pants if anyone of you manage to get an entire gang of muscled fire fighters (or any men in uniform for that matter) strip and hold a sign over their genitals. I’d die a happy old woman if that happens.

*hint hint*

Fashion First Before Comfort

Last night was funny. I’ve never had a fashion failure moment (thanks to sheer stupidity) in the longest time.

I got invited to a friend’s birthday party at a local bar yesterday night. Everyone should wear blue because duh, it was a blue-themed party.

You see, I’m generally confident in whatever I put on. I usually just don’t give a shit whether my clothes look good on me or not. It’s always about how I feel, my mood and my attitude. To some, yes, I look fabulous. To most, well, I look like fashion roadkill. Whatever. What really matters is how I feel. If I feel good in spite of others thinking I look like crap, good.

I literally had nothing to wear yesterday. I thought I’d give my navy blue men’s (it’s the smallest for men’s… in my books, it’s OVERSIZED) velvet dinner jacket a shot. I bought it last year and I haven’t worn it.

And since my mother was out, I thought I’d raid her wardrobe for good finds. That woman HATES it whenever my siblings and I go to her closet.

I found a really old gold Chanel belt with stones. It’s amazing what kind of treasures I find in my mom’s closet.

I have no idea whether it can be considered as vintage. All I know is the fact that it’s old and several seasons ago. I think it’s the year when Shalom Harlow and Stella Tenant came out with those skin-tight, beige beaded Chanel dresses.

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I wore the oversized navy blue velvet jacket on its own. I cinched (? I don’t know the right word) the sleeves down to my elbows. I wore the Chanel piece high up on the waist ala a Yves Saint Laurent. I thought the Charles Jourdan jeweled bag complimented the look.

With my hair slicked to the side, damn, I thought I looked smashing.

I thought I looked FABULOUS.

I arrived at the party alone. I said hi to DJ (the birthday celebrant) and to several familiar faces.

I was smoking outside – I HATE THE INDOOR NONSMOKING LAW IN THE CITY OF MAKATI. SOMEONE PLEASE ABOLISH THIS LAW BECAUSE IT’S KILLING ME FASTER THAN NICOTINE – and there was a table with several girls (who eventually introduced themselves… Hi MICHELLE :P) I didn’t knew who recognized me and said "Bryanboy!".

I’m still not used to people approaching me (don’t get me wrong… I love it… and I FUCKING ENCOURAGE IT… DON’T BE SHY, SAY HI… I DON’T BITE…. JUST DON’T LAUGH AT ME CAUSE I HAVE NO SOCIAL SKILLS WHATSOEVER AND I DO FEEL LIKE A TWAT SOMETIMES… hahaha) so I ended up getting all nervous. All I said was "sorry" and I ran to the toilets faster than the speed of light.

There weren’t a lot of people when I got there so it was kinda awkward. I didn’t want to play tails and tag along with people so I thought it would be best if I get a drink, smoke outside the bar and wallow in loneliness.

That’s when I started getting hot flashes… there I was, looking all cool and good then my forehead started to sweat like a rapist.

WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD WEAR A VELVET JACKET IN THIS HOT AND HUMID WEATHER ANYWAY?

I couldn’t bear it any longer so I bid my BRBs to my friend and told him I’m gonna go back home and change.

I HAVEN’T SPENT MORE THAN 15 MINUTES from the time I arrived!!!!!

It was HELL, I’m telling you.

I told my driver to bring me home and I settled for a Marc by Marc Jacobs top and my Chanel bag.

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(That’s DJ, the birthday boy and moi)

It was soooo weird cause for the first time (in such the longest time) I felt like a complete fuck-up. I said hi to familiar faces (when I’m not tagging along with DJ) and managed a few conversations here and there, but boy it was sooo strange. It felt like I didn’t know anyone.

That’s when reality hit me.

Maybe I don’t really know anyone.

I found myself standing alone in some occassions, smoking cigarettes, my eyes either wandering all over the place or just staring on the floor, whereas everyone is busy chit chatting.

I think the reason why I felt like I was an outsider is because I REALLY AM AN OUTSIDER… the classic fly-on-the-wall sort of thing.

I guess what it all boils down to is good ol classic social skills.

My fashion disaster ruined my mood the entire night so I left the party early. I stayed for about 45 minutes then I went home.

Shit, I got home at fuckin 1AM. GO FIGURE!

I wish I stayed longer… DJ’s been nothing but super super nice to me and it was a good party.

Guess Who Came For Dinner?

Wednesday night was a complete riot. I went to a good friend’s dinner party at Cuisine restaurant at my usual haunt, La Embajada.

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(Happy birthday Tina!!!)

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Dinner_jacquesjackieiannejenni 

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I’m gonna get a haircut tomorrow.

My hair is sooo long even dykes look more masculine than me.

I’m gonna shop online. It’s been quite awhile since I bought something from the internet. Shopping real life is soo much better though.

Be sure to check my website out in a couple of hours cause I’m gonna create another podcast.

You all know where to contact me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.

I love you all.

Baboosh!

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8:04 am

It’s about Time, October Horoscope

24/10/2005, Friendships

It’s About Time

I guess that’s what friends are for.

I know I was pissed at my gal pal Tina since Friday and we finally patched things up yesterday afternoon.

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I felt good when she called me first thing yesterday morning -  she told me she’s going to my area (southernmost part of Metro Manila) when she lives like way, way up north, in Makati.

I’t’s usually me who goes up north every time we see each other so today must be special.

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2:30pm came and we found ourselves sitting at a coffee shop in MY local mall talking about Dior, eLuxury, Chanel, Fendi, the possibility of starting my OWN _____ line (it’s still a hush hush so I can’t reveal it), going to India, going to Italy and going to Austria.

We chatted for hours, had vanilla and strawberry shake watchamacallits. The bastard barristas at Seattle’s Best were CLEARLY deaf because I know they asked whether or not I wanted whipped cream – I repeatedly said NO yet they still served our drinks with that fattening white shit.

I even saw Jenna and Victor (who told me I’m getting skinny – someone give that man an award PRONTO!).

You know what, I just realized today that it’s actually better NOT to eat at all rather than eating and then purging it all out.

Let’s see how long I can last today without eating anything.

I already had a chewing gum before brushing my teeth…. so nya nyi nya. There goes my breakfast.

Anyway, yesterday was extremely productive.

I even managed to have a facial. Thank god. I had a zit on the side of my forehead I needed to get rid of and it’s better to do so while it’s still early.

October Horoscope

I know I don’t usually believe this stuff (and it’s late too), but this is what the stars at the Philippine Tittle Tattle Tattler magazine had to say about me. Sadly, their prediction won’t apply to me cause I don’t have a fucking partner. Oh well, I’ll try next month.

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Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax

Pourbryanboy #1 – Bryanboy loves people from Helfenbrunn, Germany, Yonkers, NY, Stuttgart, Germany, Brooklyn, NY, Panama City, FL, Lancaster, UK, San Carlos, CA, Brampton, ONT, Canada, Baltimore, MD, Athens, OH, Lemon Grove, CA, Windsor Park Estate, Singapore, Houston, TX and of course, people from Winnetka and Highland Park, Illinois. Bryanboy loves y’all – identify yourselves bitches and say hello!

#2 – Bryanboy loves Stephen. I just hope you’re at least 18. And yes, I **LOVE** eLuxury. What did you get there, bitch!!!! I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know!!!

#3 – Tomorrow, Tuesday, is my friend Ariel Lozada’s event, in conjunction with Motorola, makers of my favourite MPX20 and Razr phones and of course, the Philippine Daily Inquirer. Dress up, be fashionable and show up at "Fashion Declaration" at the NBC Tent in Makati.If you live outside the Philippines, screw it. Just check my blog whenever for photos. I’m definitely going to that event.

#4 – When I asked you people to send me love, y’all sent me LOVE. But this couple sent me the best LOVE so far. Bring out the bling bitches! Be creative. Be spontaneous! Am I not worth the effort?

Anyway, big shout to Steven and Alan.

I love you boys – if both of you are willing to be tops then let’s do a little threesome with one of you on my mouth and another up my pundata.

Lovebryanboy

Next!

#5 – Bryanboy loves Viktoria (and Malibu – I’ve sorta wanted to go there), 

Malibu

#6 – Say hello to Isabella from Milan, Italy. Isabella darling, Bryanboy loves girls like you – if I play my cards right, I might be able to go to Milan and Rome BEFORE Christmas. YES! My gal pal Tina and I are planning to go to Italy; I might fly straight from Moscow to Milan – we’ll see how it progresses. No definite plans at this point. But shit sweetie, if I get the chance to haul my ass over there, imagine the shopping possibilities – LAND of the FUCKING FENDI AND MISSONI!!!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!!

Isabella

#7 – Thank you, thank you, thank you – each and every one of you. There is no other way to make my miserable Monday the best Monday of their lives than to send me  pictures of love, love and love. I need love from good ol’ brown Filipino people! Send me pictures of your love you fucking Asian brown hookers – don’t be shy! Make me, your fellow gook hooker countryman proud. Bah!

#8 – I have a new crush (again!) and I’m not telling who it is. This time, he’s old. Like, yeah, he REALLY is old. Probably old enough to be my daddy. You know how I much I despise old men but this guy is an exception. He’s got nice eyes, a nice smile and a fit body. Sadly, the bitch is married so fuck it. I need to look for another crush. He does make me giggle like a fuckin 13 year old though every time I see him. Err, it’s not just me who giggles… hahahahahahahahahaha.

#9 – This one goes out to sheknoswhosheis: CAN I FONDLE YOUR BITS?

#10: Daddy will you buy me a new Patek?

I you all!

As always, you know where to contact me. Bryanboy@gmail.com or send me an SMS: +63-915-7851492.

Baboosh!

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