Brown is Beautiful

I spent a couple of hours tanning myself yesterday with cans of Lancaster self-tan that I got at Sephora in Paris. Here’s the result. I think I look good. No? Photographer Mark Nicdao certainly knows how to make people look good. Hahaha!

Cashmere t-shirt by Marni, shorts from ShoeMart (US$8!!!!!!!!!!), John Galliano tights, Balenciaga bag, Chanel dog tag necklace.

For the first time ever, I looked good under the influence of alcohol.

Trust me… based on some of my old pictures, THIS is far too good to be true. Hah!

I love my bangs!

And I definitely love my onion bulb nose. I don’t give a flying fuck even if you tell me that my hideous nose occupies a quarter of my face… I ain’t getting rhinoplasty done.

Not at least while I’m young.

I think I’m gonna play with my hair from now on. You know… discover new colors, play around with highlights, etc. I want to change my look every once in a while.

Birthday Wishes Galore

Big birthday wishes to Gino and Miguel. I went to this nice little bar yesterday night called "Luce" to celebrate their birthdays.

It was most definitely refreshing to have a relaxed Saturday night. No crowds, no pressure and definitely no stress. In fact, I got home before 3:30AM!

My friend even got her Moto pink razr… with her name engraved on the front of the phone! OMG. How cool is that?

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax

#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Omaha, NE, Newton, MA, Uvalde, TX, Torp, Sweden, High Wycombe, UK, Pudu, Malaysia, Eufaula, AL, Phoenixville, PA, Bayern, Germany, St. Paul, MN, Skurup, Sweden, Huddinge, Sweden, Tbilisi, Georgia, Ryde, NSW Australia, Tampines New Town, Singapore, Liberec, Czech Republic and of course, my homies who live in Hangenmeilingen, Germany. Bryanboy loves yo all. Identify yourselves bitches by saying hello.

#2 – Happy birthday to AJ. It’s official – you are now a decade older than me.

#3 – Oooo. Even Valentino loves Bareback Mountain. Yes, Valentino as in Valentino. I need to see that film PRONTO!!!!!

Can someone please fedex me a cowboy of my own from rural america?

If you can’t fedex one, tell him to email me and send me a picture. Please be younger than 35. Email bryanboy@gmail.com

#4 – You gotta love what I picked up on an internet forum earlier. Hilarious!

#5 – Ooh la la! More Bryanboy poses from all over the world!

#6 – Awww. Bryanboy loves you too, Tony. :) I’ll go to Norrkoping the next time I go to Sweden!

Stay young, stay pretty, stay beautiful. For everything else, there’s botox.

You know where to contact me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492 if you find a guy who will buy me dinner and feed me champagne.

Baboosh!

This is a pen.

You HAVE to watch this interview. Fuckin hilarious! I’m surprised that this SEVENTEEN year old Japanese kid didn’t cream his pants when Dakota Fanning hugged him.

Full video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfmHCBnT1aY

Although Dakota didn’t answer his questions well, I’m impressed with her professionalism and the way she handled the interview. How old is she anyway? 10? 12? Gosh.

Put myself in her shoes and I would’ve reached out for my handbag and give the poor kid a shitload of xanax.

Clumsy Cambon

It’s official: WEARING YOUR CLOTHES MORE THAN ONCE IS CHIC AGAIN!

This is great news for all the little people out there (such as myself) who cannot afford to wear things JUST once.

You can blame the House of Chanel (no less) for this crime against fashion.

The folks at 31 Rue Cambon are having a grand day for sending Reese Witherspoon a dress worn by Kirsten Dunst back in 2002.

That aside, Chanel also sent Natalie Portman a dress that Debra Messing wore in 2001 and Kirsten Dunst in Spiderman 2.

The only lucky bitch in this world is Kirsten Dunst — she gets to wear everything first before handing them out to everyone!

Source: Celebworld

Email from St. Bernadette

I really don’t know what to say. You see, I receive far too many emails on a daily basis from people all over the world and this one bites the cake.

I don’t even know what to say/feel/react etc. Read it for yourself and tell me what YOU think.

Is it freaky? Is it too intense? Is it psychotic?

Don’t get me wrong, there’s something about psychotic people that I like. Perhaps I’m in need of therapy myself.

Read her email thoroughly. Perhaps she’s just playing around? For all I know, s/he could be a famous, wealthy and powerful person. I love it how I can get so delusional sometimes…

I’m quite intrigued on how s/he insulted me on the first paragraph of her email and then she opened up and then asked whether or not I’m a fake. CLASSIC!

Nevertheless, she did ask a serious question.

Am I the type who will use other people just to be somewhat happy?

After serious thought (oh yes), I’d say no.

1. I’ve dedicated almost my entire life in making MYSELF happy without the aid (or with minimal aid) of anyone else.

2. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons why I’m still single; I’m not proactive or desperate enough to have someone to make me happy.

3. In most cases, I feel soo much better whenever I’m alone vs with a group of people.

4. I sought acceptance from others for several years, thinking that would make me happy… only to realize it’s not the acceptance of others that I need… it’s acceptance of MYSELF.

Now I won’t be a hypocrite and say I LITERALLY don’t need anyone to make me happy.

I do want people to be there in the event that I’m sad or when I need support. In fact, we all need some sort of a support system in place.

To cut this drama short, I think there’s only one person in the world that can truly make you happy.

And that person is YOURSELF.

I learned about this when many, many people failed me in the past.

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax

#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Den Engelsen Hoek, Antwerp Belgium, Trber-Siedlug, Austria, Ryde, NSW Australia, Koppenbach, Germany, Flushing, NY, Rome, Italy, Procoio Nuvo, Italy, Kista, Sweden, Harwood Heights, IL, Boston, MA, Tarragindi, QLD Australia, Kugayama, Tokyo Japan. Identify yourselves bitches and say hello.

#2 – Long live Kate Moss. Buy the latest issue of W and see the goddess bask in her glory.

Someone feed her cocaine though; she’s gotten fat all over the years (I don’t blame here) no wonder she’s befriending La Lohan.

#3 – Bryanboy shouts out to all the beautiful people at Makeup Alley. I love each and every one of you.

#4 – I don’t give a shit whether or not my website takes forever to load. IT’S A SIGN FOR YOU TO DITCH YOUR NASTY DIAL-UP CONNECTION AND GET SOMETHING FASTER.

Besides, my site is worth the wait. Say yes ya fuckin twats.

#5 – Holy mother of god. Miuccia Prada is notorious for ONLY sending out aryans on the catwalk. I’m quite shocked that she sent this guy on the Miu Miu runway. I WANT those shoes. I’m GONNA have those shoes.

Source: Men.Style.com

#6 – Next week is haute couture week. I’m sure Mouna Al-ayoub and those billion dollar taitais are en-route to Paris. Lucky mother fuckers. I can only dream to be just like them one day… oh well. Poor Nan… I still can’t get over the fact that Mrs. Kempner is now six feet under the ground.

#7 – Why can’t I find a god damn boyfriend? I know I’m not the best looking person out there but surely there must be someone half-decent in this country who likes me.

#8 – How to Lose a Pound in 10 Days. Click here.

#9 – I just found out that an anorexic’s best friend is a can of good ol diet coke. Apparently if you drink a can of this in the morning, you won’t feel hungry for the rest of the day.

#10 – This is one of the best emails that I received in the longest time, especially on the bit where Brad said "Of course, you’ve heard it a zillion times and you probably print these emails out and use them to wipe your ass but I just had to make it a zillion and one."

Err, Brad, um, err… I actually print these emails and eat them. Sometimes I sprinkle salt and pepper for taste. I can seriously survive on these cause they’re fat free.

Thanks sweetie for the lovely and kind words.

Couture Fittings?
Dates with gorgeous people?

BRAD OH BRAD.

I HOPE YOU’RE NOT HALLUCINATING!!!!!!!!!

YOU’D DIE OF SHOCK IF YOU KNEW HOW HARD AND LONELY MY LIFE IS IN THE THIRD WORLD.

You see, NOBODY and I mean NOBODY likes anyone who is a flamer, brown and have a nasty nose… like me.

A lot of people in this country are sooo obsessed in people who:

a) looks half chinese
b) looks half spanish
c) looks half something something
or
d) looks like a pale mother fucker with all the skin-whitening crap they put on their faces and bodies.

One of my acquaintances said the best thing ever earlier in the week: PEASANTS NEED LOVING, TOO!

This is why I love travelling. Whenever I set foot on a foreign land, I’m queen of the nile… little miss l’exotique at its best.

A shitload of wrinkly, sex-starved people visit this country for sex tourism.

I on the other hand, GET OUT OF THE COUNTRY just to keep my sex life updated.

Seriously though… you won’t recognize me if you see me walk around the streets of the third world… i look like miss plain jane!

Here’s a dare: get me a decent date around here and I’ll give you a kiss on the cheek, a dollar and an oreo cookie.

Oh…

And be sure sure he’ll pay for dinner.

and champagne.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

More updates later.

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

I love you all, as always.

Baboosh!

Meedja Whore

My trip to the grand dame powerhouse of all things media – TV and Publishing was FUN! FUN! FUN! Who whould have thought I’d get a nice, little tour of what goes on behind the scenes where the money factory is? Alright, the only thing that was missing was a trip to a radio station.

Nevertheless…

Let’s play pictionary shall we?

First off… I met this guy. He’s the son of a really famous actress who is now a politician. His name is Lucky if I’m not mistaken… yes mother fuckers… he’s that LUCKY for having Vilma Santos as his mom.

I *KNOW* what you’re thinking.

Moving on…

We went to a studio where a noon-time show is being broadcasted live. THEY WERE HANDING OUT MOTORCYCLES FOR FREE! It was soooo surreal!!!!! I stood backstage and I saw 2 motorcycles right pass right in front of me.

And then we went to another studio and got to see all these TV things…

And of course, I had to get my picture taken with this guy. He’s a famous actor here in the third world.

HANNAH MATRONIC EAT YOUR HEART OUT!

Ugh. I’m cringeing with shock, awe and horreur with all these cheeky fun. I LOVE IT though. HAHAHAHA!

Anyway, I saw him in flesh and he was running off somewhere.

Perhaps the highlight of my tour was the fact that I FINALLY got to see what a publishing house looks like. If you only knew how monumental it was for me.

(One thing I forgot to ask is why on earth there aren’t there any half-naked models going in for go-sees?)

You see, back when I was a child, I wanted to be a doctor. Then I realized I didn’t want to operate on all things lifeless (i.e. my dolls).

When my imaginary friends came into the picture (i.e. the SAME dolls), I decided I wanted to be a teacher. I talked to my stuffed toys all day and all night as if they were my students.

Seriously.

My parents bought me everything a teacher had; a blackboard, chalk, eraser, lesson plans and class record books where you write down your students’ grades.

I was 12 years old. Oh the memories.

When that inevitable thing called "ageing" hit me, I thought the perfect job would be that of working in a magazine.

You know… something really piss easy, like being an accessories editor for a fashion magazine… like yYou get your own page and all you do is pick 10 good accessories and bam, effortless work.

It’s only until last year that the truth came out.

Working for a publication will suck the blood out of your body and drain you like a whore. 

I now have soo much respect for people who work in magazines/newspapers.

Nuclear Wintour is another story though.

Lindsay Lohan for Vanity Fair

I think my interview with one of the top magazines went well. I guess I’ve always been tongue-in-cheek and I’m just not used to be asked serious, in-depth questions. Today was quite different. Not even aluminum hydrochloride saved my palms from sweating. I did, however, answer in the best way that I possibly can (hey… practice makes perfect).

I’ve been interviewed several times in the past (mostly newspapers) and luckily, everything that has been published about me were 100and20% positive with no regrets whatsoever.

I have to admit I’m kinda feeling a little worried. But hey, it’s all about trust.

I sent a text message to some of my friends informing them where my new domicile would be in the event my self-depreciating mouth got me into trouble.

Especially the part where I said something about who I think is cute in local showbiz. Oh god. How embarassing.

1. I shared more than what I should’ve shared about my crappy childhood. It’s true though. I didn’t have true friends. Most of my classmates were two-faced homophobic bitches and my teachers came from hell. I sincerely hope they turn into fucking ashes.

Wait… they will!

2. I wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Never have, never will. And I will never be ashamed that all I got was Bs and Cs in school… add the Ds to conduct and religion.
3. I’m certified member of Home Hermits Anonymous; I usually spend 16 hours a day in front of the computer and I’m not fucking ashamed about it.
4. Contrary to what people think, I only go out once or twice a week and most of my "real friends" are limited to that of the healthcare sector – my manicure and pedicure gal, my aesthetician (Belinda), my hair stylist (Dennis of Provost) and my doctor (Dr. Andrew).
5. I’m really a loner.
6. My name is Bryanboy and I propel anorexia.
7. I’m kidding. It didn’t go THAT far.
8. You’d be shocked as to WHO I said the one person (in the Philippines) I’d love to meet.

Enough revelations.
Don’t worry… I’ll scan the interview when it goes out.

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax

#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Livorno, Toscana Italy, Vienna, Austria, Kisa, Sweden, Gilles Plains, SA Australia, Forsby, Sweden, Buskerud, Norway, Jakarta, Indonesia, Auckland, New Zealand, Temecula, CA, Richmond, TAS Australia, Seattle, WA and of course, people from Annandale, NSW Australia. Identify yourselves bitches and say hello!

#2 – Many, many, many thanks to my hosts at ABS-CBN Publishing for the warm reception… and the scrumptious lunch!!!!

#3 – You know where to send imagery of your love. Email bryanboy@gmail.com. No photoshopped photos please!

#4 – Why is it soo damn hard to find SIZE 14 men’s shirts in Manila? The smallest size Paul Smith have is SIZE 15 or 15.5!!!! There’s a market for slim people out here you know? I know I’m starting to look like a malnourished African child complete with a bulging tummy and thin arms but hey, I need shirts too! If you know of a place where I can buy customized/tailored button down shirts (in Manila), please let me know. DON’T TELL ME I HAVE TO GET MYSELF FATTER JUST TO BUY MEN’S CLOTHES CAUSE I’D RATHER FLUSH MYSELF DOWN THE TOILET THAN CHANGE MY BODY WITH THE AID OF ANYTHING EDIBLE.

#5 – This photo screams LOVE. LOVE, LOVE and LOVE!

#6 – Yes mother fuckers. Even people from Hamburg, ARKANSAS (HOW FAR IS IT FROM ALTUS????) love my pose. Thanks Ginger. You all look absolutely stunning and gorgeous. I love you all!

And if that person wearing a red jacket is a guy, please tell him that I’d rather see him naked.

Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous!

As always, you know how to get a hold of me. Keep those emails and text messages coming. Bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.

Stay young, stay pretty and stay beautiful. Don’t do anything that I won’t do.

Baboosh!

Tim-Top Shape

I went to a friend’s birthday party at Cuisine (Embassy) and man, I drank like a proper alcoholic. The booze overflowed like crazy – I probably had 15 or so drinks and consumed no less than 3 packs of cigarettes..

I got up at 4PM today with a massive hangover… as if that’s something new.

Happy birthday Tim!

Jenni and the birthday boy Tim doing the infamous Bryanboy pose.

It was a night of fun, laughter and giggles, thanks to the balloons, clowns, carnival and circus-like characters (literally, not figuratively… what were you thinking? guilty as charged? hah) that peppered through the entire night.

I toned it down a notch yesterday… wore a simple polo tee, some tight jeans, Chanel bag and boots. I have never seen far too many beautiful people in my life… for the first time ever, I didn’t feel overdressed. Heh!

I met a shitload of people yesterday, it’s amazing.

Scaredy Cat

Tomorrow’s gonna be a big day for me. I’m going to one of the country’s biggest media and publishing powerhouse to meet people… and I’m feeling restless.

1. I have nothing to wear. Appropriately.
2. I’m meeting new people I’ve never met before. How many times have I ranted on my blog I have absolutely NO social skills whatsoever?
3. I’ll most likely be the focus of their attention.
4. I’ll be talking about myself. You know how I get squirmy talking about myself in public.

Just cross your fingers and wish me luck. I think I’ll go casual and wear my Dior Homme jacket and jeans.

Hopefully it will save me from publicly humiliating myself… and if I did make a fool of myself, at least I wore Dior Homme.

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax

#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Nagano, Japan, Ashfield, NSW Australia, Vancouver, BC Canada, Watson’s Bay, NSW Australia, Bangkok, Thailand, Stamford, CA, Tampines Estate, Singapore, Tagene, Sweden, Tacoma, WA, Mountain View, CA and of course, people from Osaka, Japan. Bryanboy loves y’all… identify yourselves bitches and say hello!

#2 – Paranoia won’t get you anywhere. It’s all in the head. You’ve gone through a lot anyway and I’m sure it’s nothing new to you. Peanuts, anyone? Saucer of non-fat, pasteurised (and sour… not bitter) milk please.

#3 -  Fuck Visine for red eyes. Anyone know of a good thing that I can put on my eyes so they won’t turn red every time I binge on booze?

I’m late for my facial. I’ll update later.

You know how to get hold of me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.

Be beautiful, stay pretty and keep up with the vanity. Sex might sell but being gorgeous (or trying to be gorgeous) is much, much better.

Baboosh!

Surprise! Surprise!

My god has been generous to me in the past year. And because I am your god, I’ll be generous too.

I know it’s kinda late but I’d like to give y’all a present – exclusive Bryanboy.com desktop wallpapers.

There is NO other way to decorate your boring old desktop than to post my pictures. Click the graphic below and see what awaits you.

Download wallpaper_001.zip
(Alternatively, click the link above and select "Save As".)

I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I do.

Ticket to Indulgence

It’s Tuesday morning and I’m back in this hideous concrete jungle called Manila. I kinda feel sad because I was soo knackered last night I wasn’t able to see Hannah before she left for New York.

(Photo credit: Mark Nicdao)

My Nami weekend was nothing but FABULOUS. Everything I needed was catered for by the unprecedented staff. I was fed with the most amazing and delectable food. I was spoiled with fantastic presents (oooo I love the Kerastase goodies). I even got a new mobile phone… and a cute faux monkey (hopefully the bestiality fans at PETA are proud now because it’s faux) courtesy of Motorola!

Hump my monkey bitches!

The service at the resort is superb. For instance, there was a time when my camera was running out of batteries… I was sunbathing. Rather than going up to my room to charge my batteries, I called my personal butler and he did it for me instead. It’s simple, little things like this (on top of many others) that made my stay TRULY luxurious.

(Photo credit: Pepper Teehankee)

(Photo credit: Ciara Sevilla)

If ever you’re going to Boracay Island, be sure to pay Nami a visit. It’s your ticket to indulgence. More pictures from the weekend. More pictures coming soon as soon as I finish the photo album. Enjoy!

Errr… no. I just realized I’ll keep the monkey to myself. I won’t PETA touch my little stuffed toy of love. This is what the folks at PETA should drool over. I **LOVE** roadkill.

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax

#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Houston, TX, Stockholm, Sweden, Sacramento, CA, Latham, NY, Sydney, NSW Australia, Volpiano, Piemonte Italy, Chicopee, MA, Reston, VA, Seattle, WA, Pico Rivera, CA, Stoke-on-Trent, UK, Budapest, Hungary, Markham, ONT Canada and of course, all my friends from Budapest, Hungary. Bryanboy loves y’all. Identify yourselves bitches and say hi. I don’t bite.

#2 – Don’t you all love backstabbing twats? Backstab and badmouth me all you want… Rest assured, I’ll always be nice… and sweet… in front of your face and your ass crack. I have ABSOLUTELY nothing to lose in the first place whereas your antics reflect negatively on you. Hopefully you’ll get a hint one day. I always thought you were nice and quite the smart one but it turns out you’re a spiteful, evil, cocksucking, two-faced piece of shit who needs to get his balls chopped off while they’re playing the sound of music (or somewhere over the rainbow) in the background.

Sounds familiar? I hope you’re pissing on your expensive underwear right now. I doubt that’s gonna happen though. You probably have your head too far up your own ass you don’t even know what the words "emotions" and "feelings" mean.

#3 – Oh. my. god. I still can’t get over the fact that I accidentally spilled a drink to one of the most powerful men in Manila’s social scene over the weekend. I was handing out drinks to everyone on our table and I knocked off my drink… to his crotch! I almost had a cardiac arrest when that happened. I have never been subjected to such embarassing situation and I ended up handling it with a limp wrist. It was soooo humiliating I wanted to cry.

#4 – I drunk dialled Jakob the other night and ended up talking to him for an hour on the phone. Ugh!

#5 – Ugh! I owe my friend Ianne brunch/lunch/dinner for losing one of our bets.

#6 – Does anyone know how I can get US$20,000,000 (20 million dollars) easily?

#7 – One of my friends got a gold python Fendi spy bag for her anniversary. I’m dying with pure envy. Someone buy me a new bag god dammit.

#8 – The pictures literally says it all when it comes to the Golden Globes, thanks to Perez Hilton. Click here! Want a sampler? See below.

#9 – Fall/Winter 2006-7 Men’s Fashion Week in Milan is in full swing. Click here for the latest and the greatest, courtesy of British Vogue. I like the oversized cardigan/cardigans from Missoni.

… fuck the clothes. We all know I prefer womenswear.

The only reason why I keep track of the men’s shows is because I love jacking off looking at fine speci-MEN.

I mean, look at the slices on these guys’ faces. Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous!

Ooh la la. This is probably Dolce & Gabbana’s finest collection in a long time.

More updates soon. You know where to contact me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492. I love you all!

Baboosh!

Miss-NAMI-NOR

It’s 5:14PM and I thought I’d make all of you guys squirm with envy.

This is exactly why I love my country… it’s moments (and views) like this that makes me proud to be a citizen of the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives.

I’ve spent the entire afternoon lazing around the beach and the sun deck (at Nami, of course).

Sea, sun, tan and sand all over my balls… I’m a happy camper.

Gorgeous, isn’t it?

Nami Boracay – http://www.namiboracay.com.

I love you all! Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.

Baboosh!

Happy Namiversary!

Believe it or not, I’ve been feeling down and depressed the past few weeks. I’m absolutely exhausted of everything. I need to do something new. I want to see something different. I want to experience something else.

This is exactly what I needed: a vacation from a vacation… and there’s no faster way to do it than to fly to the el tropical islands of Boracay.

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Pictionary Galore: Guilty Pleasures and Errands

I’ll never forget what a friend said — I should never, ever, ever, ever, feel guilty about my pleasures.

That’s why I’ll let you in on one of my deepest, darkest secrets.

Screw the amazing confit de canard or seared escalope de foie gras I had from Josephine Chez Dumonet in Paris.

Assuming I got sentenced to death for a henious crime (rape, murder, etc.), this would be the last meal I’d ask my jail warden.

I ***LOVE*** Jollibee Chickenjoy. It’s the best fried chicken in the world.

To hell with hypertension and blocked arteries. Not even cardiac arrest would stop me from eating the crispest chicken skin. Dip ‘em in gravy before shoving it up your gob. It’s pure oral orgasm right then and there.

If you don’t live in the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives and you are planning to go to this country, don’t forget to pay Jollibee a visit. You’ll thank me for it.

Bah.

It’s 2:30PM here and I accomplished a lot of stuf today. I went to my friend’s office to pick up my airline tickets.

You gotta love those Cheap Monday jeans I got in Stockholm. They’re the BEST skinny jeans ever. Thank god I bought 2 pairs of the same style. I should’ve bought 5 pairs… silly me. God knows when I’ll go to Sweden again.

I also went to my office to pick up my mail. I haven’t been to my office since I left. Silly me. Jakob from Sweden has been bugging me to go there cause he sent me a Christmas card. He sent me a card back when I was in Paris and to my dismay, it’s still not there. I hate it. I’ll ask him to send me a card again.

A card that says something like how he’ll be the father of my first born child.

Hahahaha! Fuck it. I’m sooo disappointed with the third world postal system.

Filipino Postal System = EPITOME OF THE SLOW BOAT.

I’m starting to like this smile thing.

Moving on…. I got a surprise from all the lovely folks at Fudge Magazine. Thanks :) They sent me a copy with me on it. I’m a label whore alright. Loves it. :)

These Cheap Monday jeans are REALLY a godsend. I swear by them. I don’t know how you can get them without going to Sweden. Search it on google or something.

Here’s another smile smile photo. Enough already. I think it’s getting quite obvious that I’m faking it.

All I can say is…. GORGEOUS. FUCKING GORGEOUS.

I also went to the Peninsula Hotel valet shop to pick up my dry cleaning.

And of course, no trip to the city would be complete without…. SHOPPING! I bought 2 shirts at Paul Smith and I also went to Shoemart (aka "SM"). If you want cheap bargains, go to SM. I love that place. I think the last time I went there was back in 2004 when I bought a samsonite thing. I bought a shitload of socks… and 3 pairs of shorts (brown, beige and olive) for no more than US$50!!!!!

Today’s been productive. I love how I accomplished everything in no more than 4-5 hours.

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax

#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Abbotsford, NSW Australia, Negros Occidentail, Philippines (woah!), Camberwell, VIC Australia, Cincinnati, OH, Austin, TX, Englewood Cliffs, NJ, Coventry, CT, Stoufville, ONT Canada, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, Kearny, NJ, Columbia, SC, Orlando, FL, Lindfield, NSW Australia, Spartanburg, SC and of course, people from Bethesda, MD. Bryanboy loves you all. Identify yourselves bitches and lick my ass crack.

#2 – I feel sorry for those who judge a blog’s success by the amount of comments that one gets. It’s NOT the comments that make a blog successful. There are a few out there who want to spark a war between my blog and someone’s elses blog. Screw it though. My time is valuable and my mere 2 brain cells can’t handle anything more than what I currently have on my plate.

#3 – Send me some love! Send me some hate! Send me whatever it is that you can create! I love the latest batch of pics showing the infamous Bryanboy pose. These Americans sure know how to do it.

OOOOOOOOOOO Some 100% pure NYC love right from the middle of Times Square… I love you Colleen, I love you Kiersten!

Runnin’ pretty, New York City girl, Twenty-five, thirty-five, Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin’ the subways, running with people… Up in Harlem, down on Broadway… You’re no tramp, but you’re no lady, talkin’ that street talk, You’re the heart and soul of New York City

And love, love is just a passing word… It’s the thought that you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb… When he dropped you off and he stated firm

Oh, oh, oh [Oh, oh, oh]… You’re a native New Yorker… You should know the score by now [You should know by now]… You’re a native New Yorker

Even Shoelover loves me… Visit http://shoelover.typepad.com.

FINALLY…. some homegrown third world love! Melanie sent me this fabulous picture of her family doing a tribute to… ME! Look at all those luscious lips… I love the pout on each and every one of you. GORGEOUS! ADOPT ME PLEASE? I need a new family…

I think that’s about it. For now. I’ll update later in the evening.

I love you all, as always. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.

Baboosh!

Blackbird Fly

Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life. You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life. You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly. Into the light of a dark black night. Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly. Into the light of a dark black night.

I love that song. I had to buy it off iTunes after hearing it yesterday… I just can’t get it off my head. In fact, it sorta kept me happy the entire day.

I even smiled for the camera… something I don’t NEVER do. What the hell though… fuck it! I’ll smile because I’m happy. This is probably the first or second time you’ll see my nasty teeth (they look much worse in real life) on this blog so consider this picture a milestone. I wish I have perfect teeth… just the way they have it on the red carpets of Los Angeles, CA. Americans (especially celebs) seem to have the ultimate smiles… 200,000-megawatt perfection… super straight, ultra white perfection.

I on the other hand got stuck with British teeth.

Screw my parents for being soo poor when I was a child. They probably couldn’t afford to get me some braces hence my bad teeth. My 8 years of smoking, my newfound addiction to coca cola and of course, my long-term love affair with tea pretty pretty much fucked up my pearly whites.

Ok… That’s a lie. I brought this subject up with my parents and they told me it was ME who didn’t want to wear braces because I thought they were ugly.

God.. if only I knew then what I knew now.

Ignore the hair. I wanted my hair to take a break from all the products that I use so I didn’t put anything on it. Yes, I fucking look like a lesbian. No, I don’t look like Sharleen Spiteri. Yes, I need to lose weight.

Yesterday was alright. It was an afternoon of pure pampering.

I had a massage, a foot spa session and a pedicure done. It’s nice to get my soles soft again. I also went back to my aesthetician cause I broke out over the weekend. I think I got 3 zits out of nowhere. They’re all gone though and I’m zit free again. Thank god for those injections.

I’ll keep this entry short and sweet. It’s 8:02AM and I have to go to a friend’s office to pick up my airline tickets. I’m spending the entire weekend at the beach!

You know where to contact me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63.915.785.1492.

I’ll update as soon as I get back. Good morning, good afternoon and good evening to all of you. I love you all!.

Baboosh!