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8:10 pm

Busy Bee… Sneak Preview…

27/06/2006, Current Affairs

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 or SMS +63.915.785.1492.


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4:25 pm

Caption It

27/06/2006, Clubbing

Caption It

Look what I found on the internet, courtesy of It’s me on halloween last year! Man, those were the crazeeeeey times. I think I really look good as a prostitute. Yes?


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10:35 pm

(WARNING: PHOTO INTENSIVE) Blistered Feet, Bruised Heart, Madonna, Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax!

26/06/2006, Random Cheesemax

Blistered Feet, Bruised Heart, Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax!

#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Manchester, UK, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, Chattanooga, TN, Dededo, Guam, Leichhardt, NSW Australia, Ithaca, NY, Calgary, AB Canada, Centreville, VA, St.Jean-Rohrbach, France, Shimbashicho, Japan, Iselin, NJ, Berlin, Germany, Shanghai, China, Liding, Sweden and of course, all the fabulous people in Oslo, Norway. Bryanboy loves y’all! Say hi, don’t be shy! Big shout to Martine and her friend Sooommer from Norway. Jeg elsker deg!!!

062606_a_preview #2 – I went to Preview Magazine’s Best Dressed Ball on Saturday night for about an hour or two. Everyone’s all dressed up in fabulous, rock-worthy outfits. It’s one of those VERY rare events where citizens of this little, tiny town in the third world actually put on HIGH VOLTAGE effort in dressing up. Everyone looked good in their ‘rock-chic’ inspired outfits. It’s a shame my camera batteries ran out of juice otherwise I would’ve camwhored the entire night. I can only rely on people who took photos of me. PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE SEND ME PHOTOS YA FUCKIN MAGGOTS! I’M BEGGING! Hahahaha!

Ugh, I feel sick to the bone. I’ve got about 6 blisters on my feet all in the name of f-a-s-h-i-o-n (wait, that’s 7), courtesy of my 5-inch or whatever satin Lanvin cone heels and I do not have pictures of myself. Oh well.


(John Galliano S/S06 pinstripe jacket with skull silk-screen print on the back, super old Bernard Wilhelm tank top, metallic skinny Viktor Jeans, Lanvin cone heels, Dolce & Gabbana eel and kid fur bag)

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#3 – More camwhorage…

The Princess and I
Photo credit: Stacy Rodriguez

Me, Anne and Ianne
Photo credit: Ann Bella


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Me and Stacy
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062606_preview#4 – In spite of all the blisters on my toes, I am happy to report that I did not trip in those heels. Not even once. It hurt like fuck but man, it’s amazing what a pair of heels can do to one’s confidence.

Anyhow, I was gonna have my Galliano jacket altered but I went to 4 different alteration/tailor places and NONE of them wanted to touch it. Apparently there’s a lot of details, from structure, lining and cut, to stitching, the buttons, the "corset-like" thingie detail on the insides of the sleeves. Ugh. John Galliano should make menswear for not-so-fat-but-not-so-skinny boys like me. It’s a size 46 men’s, which is the smallest size for John Galliano and I looked like I could swim inside it. (Photo on the right courtesy of Jenna Genio.)

Whatever though. Fuck clothes. It’s attitude that counts. In this dizzying, pretentious "plastic fantastic" world of fashion and mediadom, big balls, high voltage attitude and "fuck you high heels" are required in order to survive the scene.

Make-up artist Leo Posadas, Viktor Jeans Designer Ino Caluza and moi in Galliano and metallic Viktor Jeans

I had fun that night though. I met lots and lots of people. I even made new acquaintances, bonded with people I never thought I’d hung out with, met people from my past AND people from my not-so-recent past, etc.

For instance, it’s funny how I tried to offer the olive branch to someone who once I considered a "best friend" many, many decades ago. Well, it was a one-way sort of thing. Anyhow, after saying hi and trying to hug her, her response to me was a loud "FUCK YOU! GO TO YOUR PRIENDS!", before turning her back away from me.

Smile for the cameras!
Photo credit: Anne Bella of Preview Magazine

Classic. I somewhat knew it was coming my way and I pretty much expected that to be her response. I only decided to take the risk for old time’s/posterity’s sake. What’s unbelievable was… I somewhat managed a teeny, tiny smirk deep inside me. It was quite apparent that this woman had no intentions of talking to me ever again, her attitude reflected her true colors and it took her THIS long to actually find the balls to tell me to my face.

Drunk, drugged and fucked. In Galliano, of course.

In this life, I’ve learned to forgive… and most of the time, forget. I’m not the type of person who will hold grudges until the day I get cremated on a vintage, custom Goyard steamer trunk that my future husband will buy me and use as a coffin.

There are times when you just wanna let bygones be bygones and try to mend previously broken relationships in order to to be save/relish whatever good memories that you’ve had in the past. Unfortunately it wasn’t the case with this one.

Whoever said all that "time heals" bollocks should be shot in the head. Fine. time is essential because it allows people to mull things over before coming up with a resolution, but really, how much time does one need in order to decide whether to salvage one heck of a dysfunctional-a-rama, find reconciliation or worse, put a closure on the relationship? In most cases though, I find this whole whole "time heals" bullshit as an excuse used by people who can’t be straightforward with their decisions.

Besides, one can only do as much effort in order to restore diplomacy between two parties. But hey… it takes two to tango. If the other person would rather live in the past, there’s not much the other person can do.

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Different people have different ways in handling situations like these. Everyone is unique… which makes the world a beautiful and colourful place. I guess it all boils down to the extent what kind of damage was done. Arguments only go for the worst as a result of miscommunication… or lack of thereof. To most, an apology would suffice. On the other hand, some people can mend broken relationships after a night’s worth of sleep… some may take weeks, months even years, while others require at least 3 generations of reincarnation, from man to monkey to Madonna.  Some even pretend "everything is ok/fine/forgotten" but in reality, one party would stab the other person in the back. Heck, for all you know, they’re probably even backstabbing each other.

And then, of course, there are relationships that are simply not worth saving any longer. After last night’s incident, I realized that after making a fool out of myself (over time) by exhausting all options and opportunities available to me, perhaps saving a broken friendship isn’t what I was actually looking for… but a closure.

On that profound note (and since it was Gay Pride weekend in Manila last week), here’s an old video for those of you who are fans of Madonna. It’s one of my favourite, favourite tracks EVAR.

#5 – Bryanboy loves real, hard men. Right from the beginning, I’ve always tell teenage boys who court me that I want a man with a plan not a boy with a toy. It’s one thing to be admired by a lot of 16-18 year old European teenage boys but really, what I need is a hardcore British daddy to spank me from time to time. Allow me to present you Howard… and the coterie of zombies.



Visit his blog and read what he has to say. 

#6 – Bryanboy loves these girls. Thank you so much for the kind words. Y’all look good. I looked like a drunken, sweaty old mess. LOL. Big shout out to my fans lex, hanna, claud and rosanna.



Gosh, I even saw some of my younger sister’s friends at the club. Crazy!


#7 – I was blog hopping earlier and came across these photos on my little TV appearance. So THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE ON TV. I look as if I’ve just  risen up after heavy sedation! Hahahahaha! Cut me some slack… it was 6 in the morning and I’ve been up for at least 14 hours! HAHAHAHHAHA


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God dammit! I think I should be on TV more often. I think I looked ugly but my fans still love me! Hahahahaha! I need a nose job though. And a chin implant. And a liposuction.


Shit, I should have my OWN TV show.

If there are any agents and publicists out there who wants to make a faggot like me even famous famous (FOR FREE THOUGH CAUSE I AIN’T GOT ANYTHING TO PAY YOU CAUSE I’M POOR) then shoot me an email at or SMS +63.915.785.1492. Hahahahaha!

#8 – Random Cheesemax on the net…

  • The boys are back and the menswear shows in Milan are in full swing! Antonio Berardi reports from Milan. [British Vogue]
  • Eva Mendes is having a footwear issue. Yuck! [Socialite Life]
  • Is Paris Hilton’s bag Prada? [Celebworld]
  • Congrats to Mr & Mrs. Keith Urban for tying the knot. [The Superficial]
  • Hollywood legend Aaron Spelling dead at 83. [US Weekly]
  • Kate Hudson looks pretty on the July issue of Vogue. Funny how I haven’t read a copy of American Vogue this year. Nevertheless, I really, really love the Balenciaga hats. TO.DIE.FOR. []

#9 – If you are in the Philippines, do you still have a copy of June 24th’s Philippine Daily Inquirer? If you do, will you look up the "Super!" section and scan my mugshot there for my archive purposes? I took a pic on my camera phone when I went to Starbucks over the weekend and it would be very, very wrong of me to borrow a copy of the paper, go to the toilet and rip the page off and keep it. You all know my email address.

#10 – The HOUSE THAT MONOGRAM built (Louis Vuitton) is throwing a party this coming Thursday. Remember how I vowed to stay away from LV this year? I think I might pop by the party… if I find something to wear.


Well, an angel from the fashion industry in NYC emailed me "real-life" photos of the F/W bags and I thought I’d share it with you… how can I fucking avoid Vuitton when they came out with this gorgeous, gorgeous, alligator bag? Same with those gorgeous clutches! Shit… I NEED TO MAKE MAJOR MOOLAH soon! I want that bag and if I have to sell my ass to an ageing old man on viagra for a night of roompah roompah then so be it. I DON’T LIKE THE METALLIC bags. AT ALL. They look like the usual, run of the mill LV bags covered in aluminum foil then stamped with the famous LV patterns.






#10 – I have a new best friend and her name is Zolpidem. She’s also known as "stilnox" or "ambien" in some cultures. My god, these pills are lovely! I popped one around 4 in the afternoon and I got up 5 hours later. I think I might have found the solution to my extreme weight gain problem. I’ll just pop a 10mg pill when I’m feeling hungry and doze off to neverland ranch! Fuck diet pills and eating. Set it in stone bitches… I’M GONNA BE EMACIATED AND I WILL LOSE MY PREGNANT TUMMY!

#11 – LINK ME ON YOUR WEBSITE! Here are several cheeky and cheesy images that you can use to promote my faggotry to the world. Feel free to grab them and link to DO NOT USE MY TYPEPAD ADDRESS and use instead.

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#12 – I’m going to a publishing house sometime next week to discuss the possibility of me having a new day job! Yay! I’m keeping my mouth shut for now. Gossip and rumors spread faster than the speed of light in this teeny tiny town.

#13 – My Shu Uemura-sponsored survey results should be ready tomorrow. Thank you, thank you, thank you to all 2,087 people who responded. The results are astounding. WHERE THE FUCKING HELL ARE THOSE 176 PEOPLE WHO WANT TO FUCK ME WITH THEIR PENIS/VIBRATOR?


I think that’s all for now. I’ve got a lot of work to do. It’s been a crazy week y’all but it’s all cool and good.

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I think I’m gonna indulge myself with an apple and some tea. I’m starving.

As always, I love each and every one of you. Fuck the drama and everything else. There’s always someone out there in the world who loves me for being… me!

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1:56 am

Party Season Finally Over…

26/06/2006, Clubbing

Party Season Finally Over…

… or has it only just begun?

I’m terribly, terribly exhausted. It’s 10PM and I just got up an hour or two ago feeling like a zombie. There’s no doubt that alcohol and tranquilizers are still running through my bloodstream and I urgently need to detoxify myself as soon as possible. I have a shitload of cigarette burns on my fingers and arms in addition to all the blisters on my toes from wearing 5-inch Lanvin cone heels last night at the Preview Best Dressed Ball. Why oh why am I doing this to myself all for the sake of partying?

This week has been the craziest week ever… too many parties, too many events, so little time to recuperate.

I’ll start with Friday night. I went to Mega Magazine’s 10 Most Beautiful Women event and the party, sponsored by Mercedes Benz and Moet & Chandon, was a smashing success. Champagne and cognac overflowed and so did Manila’s finest. It was my first time to go to a "Mega" event and it was held at my favourite museum in Manila, the Ayala Museum.


Jacket by Zara, white shirt by Kenneth Cole, pearl belt used as a necklace by Chanel, necktie by Dior Homme, brooch I got at a department store for like US$15, fabulous snakeskin bag from Tesoro’s, gray jeans from Neil Barrett, shoes by Dior Homme.

A lot of people complimented me because of my "new look". Oh I don’t know. Maybe I should wear jackets and shirts often? I think I may have to say goodbye to tanks and tees when I go out at night, considering I’m not really a jacket-and-shirt person. Nevertheless, it’s about time, don’t you think?

I went to the Museum on my own as some of my friends were late and the first person who greeted me was Filipina supermodel-cum-photographer Joan. I love this girl. She’s always painfully chic every time I see her.

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Mega Magazine’s Editor-in-Chief Carla Sibal initiating the ceremony. This woman is something else. She’s AMAZING! I love her! Everywhere I go, everyone always whisper how beautiful and chic she is… oh and how fabulous her hair is ALL THE FUCKING TIME! She’s one fierce woman you’ll never caught dead with bad hair. I love her. She’s really really nice and she’s always got this glow on her face the few times I’ve seen her.


Who doesn’t want fabulous, healthy, flawless skin?



I have absolutely no idea who this gorgeous girl is but man, she’s sooo fucking tall and I look like a midget. I think she’s like 6-foot-4 or something… and she wore like flats! She sorta reminds me of Karolina Kurkova. No?


Who doesn’t want fabulous, healthy, flawless skin?

Hannah and me…


Philippine Tatler’s Fashion Editor Karla A, designer/artist Mitch Dulce, who I haven’t seen in ages and moi.


Handbags at 10 paces galore! Do the infamous Bryanboy pose bag hags!


Tina and Tessa, fab girls of L’Oreal and Shu Uemura, who recently sponsored my survey…


More pictures of people….




Après-Mega, we went to our usual haunt, Cusine at La Embajada for more boozeing and cruising. Even saw designer Ino Caluza, créateur of the best custom-made jeans (Viktor Jeans) in the Philippines. I even went to his shop yesterday, bought 2 pairs of jeans and 2 custom-made jackets. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it!



Please touch my fat fanny… the last time someone grabbed my bum was EXACTLY 6 months ago.


I should come with a warning label. I’m pretty much like a bomb that can explode anytime, without notice, no wonder people stay away from me so it’s best to stay away from me.


Work it like you own it. Fake it till you make it. I have one thing to say. Sashay, shante, shante, shante!


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Why is my head chopped off on this photo?



If you’re a fan of Filipino, third world showbiz, these faces are prolly familiar to you.


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Ooh lala. I must have a photo with this guy, too. Whatever, right?


… he’s that guy in that Big Brother show… and of course… the photo below… Oh. My. God. Mama Mia here we go again…


Today’s Obligatory Paparazzi Shot

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Enough party pictures for now. More updates to follow… stay tuned for Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax.

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11:15 am

Let me delude myself into thinking the world loves me.

25/06/2006, Fans

Let me delude myself into thinking the whole world loves me.

Hah! Ego boost.

Let the photos speak for themselves. Why bother indulging with comfort food when imagery of your love will suffice (not to mention calorie-free)?

Meet Joey and friend from Singapore.


Marie’s pussy from Montreal, Canada…


… and then of course, there’s Edd from the UK…


And Brian from Texas.


Who could forget Sha from Canada?


and Christian from Manchester/Milan? (I think I posted this photo before…)


Last but not the least, I love Luke from the UK!


I think that’s all for now. My sleeping pills are finally kicking in.

I’ll update as soon as I get up tomorrow. I’m off to bed,

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8:14 am

A Memorable Night

25/06/2006, Clubbing

A Memorable Night

7:11Am and I just got home about an hour ago. I’ve been indulging on asparagus soup, ham sandwich and spring rolls.. at this time of the day! Gotta love Eunice and the cook. Hah!

Man, what a night I had.

My damn camera’s fucked up… I totally forgot to charge my batteries hence the lack of photos. Nevertheless, a shitload of people asked to take photos of me (I love each and every one of you, my dear readers) so I hope they’d email me a copy soon. *hint hint*. HELLO BITCHES! hahahaha

I’m glad I went out tonight. Seriously. I won’t get into any specifics but tonight’s been very bittersweet. I was genuinely happy I’ve patched things up with people from my not-so-long past… It’s refreshing to see how a lot of people have changed. Some people were the same, some were completely different. Nevertheless, the most important thing is that I (hopefully) clarified things with people I previously had disagreements and misunderstandings with… yaddi yaddi yadda.

The sad part is, I think I might have lost someone really close to me.  Someone I really love to bits. It’s completely my fault though. It’s not the first time that I’ve been told that I give people a bad reputation simply because they’re associating themselves with me. Isn’t it sad? However, that’s not really the core problem/case.

I’ve been told, not once, not twice, but probably a couple of times that I turn into this completely different person whenever I’m in a "group" of people. I tend to embarass the people "I’m with" (again, in a group), especially when I’m drunk, and apparently, I deliberately go on a "mission to lose the few people who have given me the chance" (i.e. the very few people who decide to hang out with me).

Let’s face it. In this shithole of the third world, nobody really wants to hang out with me. I have the worst reputation ever. Half of the people who make the effort to talk to me would rather hang out with me in private where nobody can see us and half of the people who do hang out with me are genuine, nice-hearted people but I somehow, one way or another, tend to UNCONCIOUSLY trash them.

Someone really close to me sent me a message earlier on how he/she got "a lot of flak by associating him/herself with me". In all honesty, I wasn’t surprised by a single bit. I’ve heard this sooo many times and it wasn’t anything new. I did, however, expressed my apologies though. He/she was a good friend and I admire him/her for sticking up for me. Let’s face it, it’s extremely rare for someone to put up with all the bullshit that I have in my life. It takes balls… and attitude… for someone to actually sacrifice their reputations just to be my "friend".

It’s sad really, but it’s the truth. 

For instance, I tried to talk to someone whom I had a major fight about 6 months ago. I said hi last night and guess what she told me: "FUCK YOU. GO TO YOUR FRIENDS!" and she left me hanging there whilst she walked away.

Another example was sometime last year when I went to Hong Kong to meet up a guy I chatted to for quite a little while. Ok, perhaps not a long time but still. He showed me around one night to a couple of bars, clubs and introduced me to some of his friends. I had a blast at the end of the night and genuinely thanked him for his hospitality. I’ve never had so much fun in his area before.

I thought everything was fine until fast forward a few months later, on an internet forum, here’s what he said about me.

"I may not know him but I have met him and, unfortunately for them, introduced him to a few of my friends. One he slapped, the other he insulted verbally within 5 seconds of meeting them. Damage limitation by moving him to another bar did not help as it entailed walking a block up a hill. Once in there he proceeded by nearly getting me barred from a place I’d used for two years and got on well with the manager by insisting he flicked ash in the bars ice sink."

Ouch, right? And to think, I wasn’t AWARE that’s what happened. I thought I REALLY had a blast yet.. that was his version of the story.

The funny part is, this backstabbing wench even had the balls to email me a couple of months later asking me to promote his little art/gallery website since he’s moved from HK to another country. Absolutely hilarious.

Anyhooooooo.. am I the most insensitive, carefree person in the world?

I don’t know.

I *DO* make the effort to put on my best. I am, by no means, perfect, but I try to be as decent as I possibly can. I don’t want to be one of those people who are absolutely "contrived" and watch every single move they make and/or say. It’s just NOT ME!

Anywhow, I guess it would be fair to come into the conclusion that maybe… just maybe… I’m really destined to be a loner. I’ve always been one since I was a child and I wouldn’t be surprised if it happens to me whilst I’m an adult.

Let’s face it: for the past few years, I’ve "hopped" from one "crowd" to another…. a separate groupd of "friends" here, a new "group" of friends there. A shitload of people, I’m telling you…. but… I’m not the type who’s got a "REAL" best friend from "day 1". I don’t even have childhood friends at all. It’s a sad fact, really, but in reality, I *DO NOT HAVE* a "best friend" that I could call, talk, or whatever about my day-to-day problems. I always tell people who I come across with… "shit man, you’re so lucky to have the friends that you have now. I don’t!".

I guess that’s how life is. Some people are blessed of having fantastic, flawless relationships (and friendships) with people, whereas some, like me, are cursed, without NONE.

How many of you have a "REAL" "REAL" best friend? I bet most of you have one whereas I, on the other hand, have NONE.

Whatever. The most I could do at this point is make the effort to change myself for the better. One can only change themselves to a certain extent.

Bah! I’m gonna finish my soup and go to bed. To those of you in the third world who went to the Preview Magazine party and took FUGLY pictures of me, please, I’m begging you to email pictures of myself at

Shit, I wore a Galliano jacket, Viktor jeans (oh yeah, metallic), my 5-inch Lanvin shoes, Bernard Wilhelm top yaddi yaddi yadda.

As always, you know how to get a hold of me. Email or SMS +63.915.785.1492.

I love you all.


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4:28 am

Good Morning Faggots!

23/06/2006, Television

Good Morning Faggots!

NICOLAS. That’s hot!. Keep those "I LOVE BRYANBOY" pics coming! Email NO photoshopped photos please!


Moving on….

If you have access to third world television, be sure to watch me
and my nonsexual wife Hannah in about 2 hours’ time. What us make a complete fool out of ourselves at Studio 23′s Breakfast/Morning TV show between 6-7:30AM. TODAY!!!!!


It’s 4:07AM, I’m leaving the house in about an hour to go to the studio and I still don’t know what to wear!


Jacket by Zara, shirt by Kenneth Cole, shoes by Zara, jeans
by Alexander McQueen, belt and bag by Hermès, pearl belt (to be worn as
a necklace) from Chanel. I’m not sure whether I should use a different
pair of shoes (i.e. maybe brown Louis Vuitton)… or whether I should
use my amber + gold chain necklace by Kenneth Jay Lane.

We’ll see.

If you’re gonna watch the show, be sure to get your cameras ready and take pictures of us in the small screen. Email them to Hannah doesn’t have a VCR and I think mine is fucked up. Everyone’s got DVD players these days…Ugh!!!!


See you soon faggots and wish me luck! I’m gonna take hardcore drugs
to keep me calm during the interview. Hahahaha! I’m kidding.

God I’m sooo nervous. Please pray that I don’t look fat on TV.

SEND ME SMS MESSAGES, WISHING ME LUCK! +63.915.785.1492 (if you are in the USA, call me, 011.63.915.785.1492)

I love you all.


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9:31 pm

Absolut Makes a Boy Like Me Happy!

22/06/2006, Clubbing

Happy Camper

I got home quite early this morning (4:30AM!!!) after a night of parties, parties and parties. I had to go to a couple of events last night and was originally planning to do what those Upper East socialites do during fashion week in New York — change outfits in the car before hopping from one party to the next. I ended up with only 2 outfits. I couldn't be bothered to change at the end of the night because I got drunk soo early. Hahaha!

The photo below pretty much sums up how I felt. I showed last night's photos to a friend in Australia and he told me this is the best photo of me that he's seen in a long time. I look "genuinely" happy.

Quite surprising, actually.


… and boy do I fuckin look good. Yes? I hope you'll agree with me.

Nah. I need a nose job. And my skin look horrid… and my eyebrows are kinda manky and mingin.

Before I continue, please read the notice below.


My date last night was my nonsexual wife (who is on the verge of being famous after being mentioned on some newspaper gossip column by the daughter of the (RIP) queen of Filipino showbiz intrigues called "DOLLY ANN"). I'm not really into local showbiz so I could care less. Anyway, Hannah you asshole, ride the fame darling! I'll tell you what someone told me in the past: ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS! IT'S YOUR MOMENT!

Our first stop was the decadent Absolut Vodka party. Absolut sent the invite to my office but I haven't been there in quite a while. It's only until this afternoon that I sent my driver to get all of my mail at the office. Everyone was dressed up to the nines… it was a masquerade event for god's sake and I have never felt sooo underdressed in my entire life… when often times, it's me who is usually OVERDRESSED!


Hannah Matronic you bitch, who the fucking hell is THAT guy???? He's soooo cute and big!!!! You, moi and him should have a threesome! I want his cock up my fat ass! OOOOOH Daddy! Shit Hannah, when we become famous, we should get him as our bodyguard. We need a strong man like him to protect us from all the evils of Cosmo Manille.


Oh my god!!!!!! I felt like a 15 year old again with raging hormones!!!! Come on daddy touch my fanny!


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Why take one photo when you can take 2? God he's soooo hot.


Enough cute guys… the time will come when I get a man for myself. The time will come when I get my own gorgeous, tall, well-hung (at least 8 inches excuse me), wealthy man who will treat me like a princess and buy me Goyard bags left and right.

Anyway, let's play pictionary, shall we? Hannah and I were the youngest people at Absolut last night. The mathunders were in full force, fabulous outfits and all. It's nice to see acquantainces. Even my long lost friend of many, many years, Ariel, was there. Ditto with the Fashion Designer Lesley Mobo, who is currently the creative director of Al Fayed's daughter's line, Jasmine de Milo.

Remember my wife's dress on my 17th birthday party this year? It was designed by Lesley Mobo for Jasmine de Milo.

It's Donatella and child once again. Hahahaha!


I will never forget that night when Lesley, Ariel, me, another designer Jojie Lloren and Filipina supermodel Joan Bitagcol went to two of London's infamous gay cruising/cottaging grounds other than Hampstead Heath hahahahahha (Russell Square and Bloomsbury Square Gardens)! Note:
HAHAHAHHAHA  I AM NOT INTO GAY SEX CRUISING! PROMISE! OMG. YOU GUYS MUST THINK I'M A DIRTY GAY SEX PERVERT! Those cruising grounds are hilarious to go to and it's fun to make fun of all these men having sex behind the bushes. It was soooo surreal! It was like AIDS factory right then and there!

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Joan, who is a woman (duh), had to don a ponytail so she won't scare all the guys having sex behind the bushes. It was absolutely hilarious! We went there many, many, many years ago, back when I was a child. No, none of us had sex. All we did was walk around the area and make fun of all the guys catching STDs etc.

Now now party party pictures… just what you've all been waiting for.

Thanks to the gorgeous Karla A, Fashion Editor of Philippine Tatler, my face looks squished on the photo. I LOOOOOVE Karla. Micro mini shorts showing off her fabulous legs is her daily uniform. I love you Karla!



(Jacket by Gucci, button down shirt by Dolce & Gabbana, super old bamboo-print trousers from D&G, bag from Chanel)

Reason #451 that Bryanboy should lose weight, facial liposuction get a chin implant: I have a double chin when I hug people.




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Love how Astrud did my infamous Bryanboy pose…


Hannah and I went to Old Swiss Inn for a quick snack after the event at Absolut.

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Quick snack my ass. We had a FULL meal!!! I had some steak and a prawn/mango cocktail whereas Hannah had all these salami and risotto etc. No wonder we're getting fat.



Guess who came for late night dinner? It's Rocky Salumbides, one of the Philippines' top male models.

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Remember Rocky? I met him last year when a former friend and I went to Hong Kong for an impromptu shopping trip.  Rocky made me cry after telling me stories from his humble beginnings, considering not even starving children all over the world can make me feel remotely guilty after a credit card busting spree at Chanel… this guy is something else though. We spent god knows how many hours talking while I packed my Globe-Trotter suitcase with luxury goods… I literally had tears falling down my face when he told me his life story.


It was definitely nice to see him. He sent me a text message one time inviting me to go clubbing but I was dead sick at home. Rocky is a realllly nice guy. He's sooo down to earth and friendly, unlike some of those arrogant mixed raced mongrel models that infest this city. He's like a big brother to me even if we don't get to talk or see each other often.


After Old Swiss Inn, Hannah and I went to Embassy to meet up with Stacy. I guess people were still partying at Absolut. Cuisine and La Embajada was surprisingly empty. That place is jampacked on a Wednesday. And for the first time, I was DRY the entire night. I didn't even drop a sweat. At the end of the night, I was rubbing shoulders with Hannah asking her "bitch am i dry or what?". It was unbelievable. And to think, I even danced for a bit. I hope sweaty betty's gone away. Sweat is  absolutely disgusting.

Stacy looking fierce and Hannah looking good.


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Third world prostitutes at your disposable. We do foursomes for £250,000 per hour. I'm kidding!


Too expensive? Alright… a bottle of cheap champagne and a kiss on my cheek will do.

(T-shirt by Top Shop, oversized leather and lace white bag by Dolce & Gabbana, old "Italy Postcard" print trousers from Dolce & Gabbana, shoes from Zara and striped cardigan by La Rok)

Why the sad faces?


Soooo drunk. Ugh!


Overall it was a good night. The Absolut party was a blast! I love, love, love it!

Believe it or not I got home at around 4:30 but didn't go to bed until 7AM!

I'll update in a couple of hours. I gotta reply to a shitload of email.

As always, you know how to get a hold of me. Email AND SMS +63.915.785.1492


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7:09 am

Bryanboy is only 17…

20/06/2006, Press Coverage

Bryanboy is only 17…

Well, that’s the headline and the fabulous folks at the Manila Bulletin (the Philippines’ #3 newspaper)  dedicated half a page to my glory and my gospel.


Some asshole on Yahoo asked how old I was and some random wanker replied back, saying I’m in my 30s. What a cunt! I’m only 17 god dammit!!!!!


I have to admit I was kinda shocked on the photo that showed up on the paper. I asked the reporter what picture they’re going to use. I was originally gonna send them my PR picture: a photo of me wearing nothing but a fur coat, holding a bottle of clicquot and a shitload of powder on my nose. She said they’re gonna use a screenshot of my blog. I thought "hmm.. ok… not bad at all." so I didn’t send this photo.

They ended up using my “bryanboy trashed american preppy + channeling Tai from Clueless” photo.

Well, at least the Chanel interlocking CC is prominent on that thing.

Hahahahahaha! I’m kidding.

Annalyn you whore, thanks for featuring me! I love, love, love you you!

Click here to read the interview.

I love it when publications feature me… it’s a great way of keeping the faggotry alive.


Sunglasses by Linda Farrow Gallery, ruffled shirt from CK Calvin
Klein, blue and white pinstripe shorts from a little shop here in
Manila called "Details", belt from Hermès, shoes from Zara and this super super fabulous and chic snakeskin bag from Tesoro’s.

More weekend photos coming soon!

If you would like to interview me for a publication, email me: *AND* I don’t care whether you write for a university newspaper in Australia, a fashion magazine in Thailand (*hint hint*) or a newspaper in the heartlands of bible belt America. It’s a slow climb to worldwide domination but what the heck, I’d be more than happy to be interviewed. Though I have to admit, I really look forward to the day when Larry King of CNN wants to interview me over the phone with my website flashing on millions of TV screens worldwide. One can only dream eh? Hahahaha!

I’ll update later when I get up. I promise!! I have to go to the tailors later today to get a jacket altered, it’s 7:08AM and I haven’t even slept yet!!!! I’ve been up all night working!

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12:07 am

The British Royal Family farts, too.

20/06/2006, Uncategorized

The British Royal Family farts, too.

Hahahahaha! I highly doubt this ever got published in any UK media but the following set of photos are hi-fucking-larious.

The following photos were taken at the Queen’s Birthday celebrations where members of the British Royal family are in full force. Take note the sequence of events.


All prim and proper. God I want Prince Harry to rape me. He’s wayyy cuter than Prince William, who’s got awful teeth and a bald patch. Prince Philipp, on the other hand, sent out a loud and smelly fart…


see Prince Harry and Prince Philipp unable to control their laughter.


Prince Charles to Prince Harry: "we’ve got a shitload of people staring at us so watch it, bitch."


Take note of the look on the Queen’s face. Priceless.


I love you all!

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