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18/11/2005, Uncategorized

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5:39 am

Cruel, Cruel, Cruella

18/11/2005, Uncategorized

Cruel, Cruel, Cruella

12:25AM and I just got back from the hotel. As soon as I’ve checked in at the hotel, I called my adorable friend Jane and we had dinner at NOA restaurant. She had to be somewhere by 9 so after dinner, I called another friend for couple of drinks and say my HIs and HELLOs.

Cruella

It’s surprisingly warm for Moscow at this time of the year. I remember leaving Moscow exactly on this day last year and it was snowing; they sort of had a blizzard at that time.

Today however has been warm.

You know what they say – when it rains, it pours. When it pours, it’s too warm.

I shouldn’t have worn William (that’s HIS name) out – he sorta got wet. The powers of the Vuitton umbrella wasn’t enough to protect him from the wind/water. Oh well.

I don’t care what y’all think. When in Rome, do what the Romans do.

Before you forgot, this is MOCKBA we’re talking about, not Paris.

MOSCOW IS THE MOTHERLAND OF THE NOUVEAUX RICHE. NOBODY IN THIS WORLD CAN PERFECT THE ART OF BEING A NOUVEAUX THAN A RUSSIAN CAN!

Oi vey!

Aeroflot completely revamped its business class; while they may not have the flat beds yet, their seats are quite comfortable and can fully tilt diagonally. Honestly, it’s the first time I’ve slept on a plane (usually those flat beds are a pest). It’s not even proper sleep – it’s one of those highly efficient DEEP though SHORT naps that make you feel well-rested.

The service is not bad – nobody helped me storing up my luggage on the overhead cabin, but when the food arrived, I’m telling you, the stewardess simply WON’T STOP FEEDING ME. Also, everyone is smiling one way or another. The cabin staff is polite. If you say “thank you”, they’ll say “welcome” or smile. They even won’t stop offering me drinks… and the other stewardess gave me my own bottle of mineral water – without me asking. I thought THAT was sweet.

Courses upon courses of food arrived – the enormous salmon appetizer, the salad with various green and cherry tomatoes (personally, I’m not a big fan of thousand island dressing), followed by soup (it wasn’t too bad; I was disappointed that it tasted as if it DID NOT come from a can), followed by main course – I had cod fish with vegetables.

There were 2 or 3 more courses left and I told the lady I’ll skip them because I’m full. It was some sort of dessert, followed by ice cream… and then your usual chocolates, cheese and whatsit. And if you’re still hungry, there’s a selection of sandwiches available.

I paid US$380 in excess luggage – a far cry from the US$800 or so I paid before. I should’ve fedexed some of the stuff I used in Beijing. Oh well, I should’ve known better. I’ll fedex some of my used and i-don’t-think-i-can-use-it-here clothes back to Manila when I have the time.

Being on the flight was terrible. It cemented the fact that I DO miss home. Those teeny pangs of loneliness are fucking killing me. More than half of the people probably wouldn’t understand a word of English other than “HELLO”.

If you think I’m a fashion victim, you should have seen the lady in front of me earlier on the Aeroflot Check-in Counter at the airport. That woman wore embroidered Maharishi-look alike pants, paired off with some huge brown and green fur jacket (she’s fat BTW) and her extra huge handbag looks like one of those Luella Bags, multiple by the size of ten and the colours scream 70s ACID PARTY – it was psychedelic galore – in FOX!!!!!!!!

There’s even a battalion of hideously-dressed people, I presume they’re atheletes cause they all wore this dirty white nylon jacket with the word “BULGARIA” on the back, the same tracksuit bottoms, etc. My god, some of them were sooo good looking. Fuck them though, I should practice what I preach to my friend Hannah Matronic: Good-looking guys are usually dirt poor. HAHAHAHAHAHAH! I’m so evil.

Anyway, the only thing I wore (or more less carried) with a logo is my Goyard traveling bag. Other than that, I wore a stripey lurex Marc by Marc Jacobs top, my Marc by Marc Jacobs jeans, my Frye boots, my Dior East/West Flight Bag, my Hermes down parka and my Goyard traveling bag.

BTW, My skin is sooo dry from the weather. My elbows and knees are turning white from the dry skin despite of lathering up Kiehls Crème de Corps thrice a day. I even wrapped my feet in petroleum jelly and some plastic bag + socks last night with hopes of them turning baby soft but bah…

Anyway, enough beauty dilemmas.

It better fucking snow this week in MOCKBA or else I’m taking the nonexistent Concorde back to the heartlands of the third world – the land of the brown, l’exotiqe and the natives. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *kiddin*

I miss you all. I really do.

I’m going to a museum tomorrow morning. Promise. Funny how I haven’t been to a museum in Moscow ever when I spent over 2 weeks here last year!

As always, you know where to contact me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.

Baboosh!

10:57 pm

Animal Smuggling

16/11/2005, Beijing, Fashion, Travel

Animal Smuggling

It’s 10:44PM here in Beijing and I’m packing my luggage to my next destination.

I bought 2 huge fur stoles, both foxes, one from Lagerfeld Gallery and one from a Chinese (unless I’m wrong) store called "White Collar".

Isn’t my new baby cute? It’s sooo huge it’s fucking gorgeous!

Cutiefox

I strategically placed my RAZR phone there so you’ll have an idea of how big it is.

I don’t think I’ve got space on my luggage!!!!! FUCK!

What PETA doesn’t understand is the fact that if gorgeous creatures such as the one I bought aren’t turned into outfits (which, by the way, with proper care, will last for life – I’m doing them a favour), they will simply rot and turned into plant fertilizer after they die.

Look at those eyes!!! Shame they’re fuck. Sooo adorable though.

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Here’s my money shot.

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Ugh.

No more shots of similar nature. I’ll leave them to Helmut Newton, thank you very much. May his soul rest in peace.

Wanna know what I had for dinner?

Something that costs around US$1.80 from 7-11.

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I know it looks awful but I was starving! It was delicious though.

Time-wise, room service is just as bad as going to a restaurant… I didn’t want to wait!!!

More updates later. Or tomorrow.

I love you all!

SEND ME TEXT MESSAGES YOU FOOLS! I AM SO FUCKING LONELY IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY!

+63-915-785-1492

Baboosh!

P.S. THIS MESSAGE GOES OUT TO ALL ANTI-FUR PEOPLE OUT THERE.

I WOULD RATHER BE CREMATED ALIVE WITH MY ASHES THROWN OUT ON THE SLOPES OF GSTAAD THAN WEAR SOMETHING LIKE

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Don’t worry though – it’s just a personal opinion. you could wear North Face for all I care and I’ll still love you.

I’m THAT nice.

*bisous bisous*

5:20 pm

The Great Fall of China

16/11/2005, Beijing, China, Travel

The Great Fall of China

I finally found the cure to depression.

2 xanax pills, Badger Sleep Balm, a night’s worth of sleep, a 40+ year old man/driver (who I think should be a photographer instead because he took good pictures) and a car.

Let me tell you this: BEIJING IS FUCKING BREATHTAKING.

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And I mean BREATHTAKING.

The traffic jams and the travel time to go from one place to another is WORTH IT.

I slept at around 10PM last night, got up at fuckin 4AM (then again at 7AM) and I was out of the hotel by 9.

Went straight to the Great Wall of China (Badaling) and boy oh boy, I was the most gorgeous and best-dressed person on the wall.

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(Yep, that’s a Starbucks Americano right there)

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As any tourist spot in the world, there were HORDES and HORDES of tourists and I know this goes without saying, they all look fucking hideous. H-I-D-E-O-U-S. Hahahahahahahaha!

Hideous

(Hey, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE tourists. A TON of them (particularly the Japanese, the Americans and the Spanish… who arrived via tour bus) took pictures of me. Man, if I got a dollar every time someone asked a photograph of me on the wall I’d be FUCKING rich (and on the top 10 of the Forbes’ list) by now.

I know any sane person will walk that gigantic brick architectural wonder with a pair of sneakers but come fucking on, it’s always nice to glam it up for all those photo ops.

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I want my grandchildren (my adopted spawns’ offspring) to see pictures of me up the wall and say "my fabulous grandfather looked so American Vogue".

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I’m kidding.

God I love the ego boost from all the stares I got earlier. Even those white tourists (a ton of Spaniards and Americans) took pictures of me because I’m SOOOO fucking beautiful.

I even rode this cute huge animal. It’s kinda like a horse but like it has these 2 weird mounds on its back. I forgot what they’re called. I see these whenever I watch the Discovery Channel and these are like all over the place in exotic places like Egypt or like Mongolia or whatever.

Hunchbackhorse

Apres Great Wall, I asked my driver to bring me to the Forbidden City.

It’s ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.

(and huge)

I sashayed and powerminced its massive brick roads as if I’m a coked-up supermodel on the runway during New York Fashion Week whilst listening to my Hotel Costes 8 album on my ipod.

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I’m ON A FUCKING ROLL!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I’m definitely coming back to Beijing… 36 hours is simply NOT enough. I’ll create a photo album (for more pictures) on this blog when I have the spare time.

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

Baboosh!

P.S. I know I owe you a big random cheesemax. I’ll do one as soon as I get to Moscow. Love ya all!

1:54 pm

Bryanboy LOVES Beijing

15/11/2005, Uncategorized

Bryanboy LOVES Beijing

The Bryanboy HAS LANDED.

Oh yes.

After 4 agonizing (and boring) hours on the plane, this sleepless bitch from hell finally arrived in Mr. Mao’s homeland.

Haircolour
(I know – don’t laugh. One of my sisters told me my hair looks like a fucking christmas tree because of the highlights – copper and light brown)

And because I’m sooo fucking beautiful, the folks at the St. Regis upgraded me to a fucking suite, complete with my own sitting area, a room for my excess baggash (all 84.7 kilos of it).

Stregis

Stregis2

I even wrote something on the plane, a couple of hours ago because I was DEAD bored.

I have never been so bored in my entire life.

It’s no fun channeling Hans Solo; this is exactly the thing I hate about traveling alone – you and nothing but you, on business class, surrounded by empty seats on the plane cabin.

The only time I opened my mouth for the past few hours was a) when breakfast was served and b) when one of the cabin crew sat down beside me and did a little, warm (and sweet) chit chat.

Other than that, man, I’m telling you, not even my ipod, books and magazines can keep me entertained.

Fine – I browsed a copy of the November issue of American GQ and yes, I got some nanoseconds’ worth of titillating visual fun thanks to some of the pictures of half-naked men with stubble.

ANYWAY.

What keeps my sanity intact though is the little screen with the map that shows where exactly you are in the world. I LOVE that screen, especially on long haul flights. Apparently we’re flying at 37,500 feet at 861 km/h with an outside temperature of -51 degrees centigrade.

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Anyway, fuck you all.

Now that I’m here in Beijing, I’m off to see TIANAMEN SQUARE.

More updates later.

Baboosh!

4:11 pm

Grande Puta Maricona Putain de Salope

14/11/2005, Uncategorized

Grande Puta Maricona Putain de Salope

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3:41PM and I just got back home from the big bad city.

My gal pal Tina D. hanged out with me at one of the embassies earlier (I’m surprised she managed to read a book whilst waiting for me… I mean, god… for her to read a book….shit man, I’m impressed!)

I got up at fucking 5AM earlier (only had 2 hours of sleep) to go to one of the embassies to pick up my visa.

I got there at around 7:30 and queued for about 2 hours. Ugh. The hassle and distress eh?

There’s this family of three – husband, wife and a 4 or 5-year old rodent, evil bitch troll son who welcomed me as soon as I entered the embassy lobby.

Guess what satan’s spawn aka rodent said?

"Oh mommy look at that fag! fag fag fag!"

How can someone so young be sooo fuckin homophobic! I swear to god, I wanted to stuff the kid inside my Balenciaga bag and throw the rodent out of the double-digit-floored window.

I don’t blame the kid though. Look at me – no decent and respectable human male would wear my little ensemble.

The parents apologised profusely but the kid was a pest.

Not contented with his verbal abuse, the little bitch lied down on the floor and used his body as if he’s a mop… he did one of those "snow angels" thing right then and there.

If only I brought my bottle of sedatives with me that 5-year old rodent would be dead by now – good ol drug overdose.

Let’s see what he’d end up in about 15 or so years.

I hope he turns out to be a faggot.

The family’s probably applying for residency at the country where I’m going so I’m 100% sure that little piece of shit will take it up the arse with white cocks before he even hits puberty.

I hope that happens.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!

See – I don’t look like I’m an illegal immigrant afterall. I got all the visas I wanted. Apparently it pays to be fucking beautiful, even if I look like a bloody 12 year old on that photo.

Visas

As if I’d be an illegal immigrant anyway. I live like a princess in the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives.

NOBODY WILL DO A GOOD JOB PROMOTING THE HIGHLY FABULOUS CESSPIT/ARMPIT OF THE THIRD WORLD CALLED ‘LAS ISLAS FILIPINIANAS’.

One day… oh yes one day… set it in stone bitches… I’ll become an AMBASSADOR OF GOODWILL!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Anyway, Tina D nailed it right there when we had this conversation:

Tina D: My god, I’m so glad we were born pretty.

Me: That’s true. Beautiful people get everything in this life. Fame. Fortune. Sex.

Tina D: I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be not-pretty.

Me: You’re the only one who’s pretty, not me bitch.

Tina D: You’re pretty too… compared to them (points at random strangers)

Me: But they’re not faggoty and camp as a row of pink tents like I am. Try being a flamer for a day.

Tina D: That’s true.

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!

We had lunch at our favourite haunt, the M Cafe, had our usual oysters, lemongrass prawns + mango salad, guava + tamarind + scallops soup and some gindara fish. Loves it!

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Oh I’m the happiest heshehoochimammipapimale today!

More updates later you fucking whores.

I throwing a little dinner party tonight with some of the people who appreciate me for being me, with no judgment whatsoever – the ones whom I don’t need to explain anything cause they understand me, me and me!

I need to sleep… and I have 4 hours to do so.

I love you all.

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

Baboosh!

2:47 am

P is for Productivity, Packing

14/11/2005, Uncategorized

P is for Productivity

Hola chica amigas, long time no talk!

Trip

I know I was supposed to do a sex issue a few days ago but I’m currently in a bind. I’ve been ultra busy… and sick (well, not really. I just had some slight fever from those damn vaccinations that I recently had – flu, pneumonia, hepa, etc) the past few days.

I don’t even know where to begin.

Oh yes.

I had some awful chest pains not too long ago after eating fatty foods.

YES – FATTY FOODS YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT.

My doctor recently told me to get a blood test done (cholesterol and lipid profile) and it looks like I’m still (thank god) a healthy baby boy.

I know what you’re thinking – a cholesterol test?

Like how old am I? 12?

While my cholesterol levels are normal, I need to cut back on my meat consumption.

I’ve been doing this no-carbs thing for the past few days (with hopes of me losing the last… it’s always the last… 20 pounds).

BTW, Big apologies to TRLCRL. I was looking forward last Saturday to see you again but the damn fever kept me bed-ridden!

I HOPE TO SEE YOU MONDAY NIGHT… EVEN FOR A FEW SECONDS. I THOUGHT WE’RE MARY KATE AND ASHLEY?  BRYANGIRL, I MISS YOUR HUGS!!!!

Whew.

Anyway, my Sunday’s been good.

Managed to get one last facial before I leave. Please pray to the good lord almighty that I won’t get a zit. I know my zits – they’re volcanus eruptus the size of Mount Vesuvius if I don’t get a facial every 2 weeks.

I also have a new haircut… and colour.

I think I’ve gone overboard with the highlights. Dennis at Provost told me I have to do copper (hello ginger minger) and light brown (like before). I was so stressed earlier I had no choice but to nod and say yes.

My sister told me my hair looks like a christmas tree. I’ll take pictures of it tomorrow. Promise.

I don’t think it’s that bad. Seriously.

You know how I am though — Mr. Exaggeration G. Alore.

Packing

I started to pack my shit seriously this time around. Can’t trust the household help to do it cause they’re hopeless.

*kidding*

God I’m soo bad.

Oi vey! At least my household help knows her my fashion ABCs.

Even if she ruined one of my L P-F cashmere sweaters.

Bah.

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McQueen Black Scarf, Zara Chocolate Scarf, Missoni Striped Cashmere Belt, Missoni Mohair Scarf, Hermes Bandana, Hermes Scarf, Louis Vuitton Denim-Print Silk Scarf, Louis Vuitton Rabbit Fur Scarf, Marc by Marc Jacobs Diagonal Stripes Long-Sleeve Top, Gucci Purple Sheer Cotton Long Sleeve Top, Marc by Marc Jacobs Blue and Red Stripe with Dog Long-Sleeve Top, Dior Homme T-Shirt, Beige Zara Cotton V-neck Cardigan, 2 bangles from Urban Outfitters (black and purple), Mango crystal brooch (green) and Linda Farrow Gallery Sunglasses

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Logo-a-gogo v-neck sweaters from Fendi, Marc by Marc Jacobs wool top, Missoni oversized cardigan, Cullen cashmere crewneck, Balenciaga assymetrical batwing top, Marc by Marc Jacobs cardigan, Yves Saint Laurent, Fendi and Chanel sunglasses.

Fur

Vintage fox fur gilet, Mango purple turkey feathers bolero, vintage Prada fur collar, Fendi rabbit gilet, Elie Tahari rabbit vest.

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Louis Vuitton umbrella, Louis Vuitton oversized scarf, Louis Vuitton fur gloves, vintage leather gloves, 2 furry ivy caps by Mango, black Chinese Mao-like hat (unknown), Chanel No5 belt, Valentino belt with tassles, Hermes red belt, Gucci belt, Topshop metal belt, Mango belt, Zara beaded belt, Valentino swarovski belt, Chanel fish belt.

Stuff

Goyard bag, Marc by Marc Jacobs striped top, Marc by Marc Jacobs fleece top (can you tell I LOVE Marc by Marc Jacobs already?), Zara faux fur gilet, Zara faux shearling jacket.

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Vivienne Westhood hat, Chanel bag, Gucci bag, Dior East/West bag, Zara hat, Vuitton bag with Hermes scarf, Dior saddle bag.

Shoes

Frye boots, Zara boots, Yves Saint Laurent boots, Dolce & Gabbana suede trainers, Pucci  boots, Gucci trainers, Louis Vuitton low-cut boots.

More to follow later. I gotta sleep and get up in 3 hours!!!!

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

Baboosh.

3:28 pm

Shu by Ai & Motorola Pebl

10/11/2005, Uncategorized

Shu by Ai & Motorola Pebl

THANK GOD I DECIDED TO GO OUT LAST NIGHT, IN SPITE OF FEELING FEVERISH.

I finally got my influenza and pneumonia vaccinations done yesterday afternoon. Perhaps I developed some sort of tolerance… with needles… in the past year? The shots didn't hurt at all.

I mean, for god's sake, I had 20 shots done on each of my arm, not once, not twice, not thrice… but 4 or 5 times (that's cause I had lipodissolve twice)

I wouldn't be surprised if I conduct self-acupuncture soon.

What's crap though is the bulky feeling on my arm – they're BOTH sore.

These vaccines better work.

Image_1Anyway, armed with a slight fever and my Louis Vuitton Rabbit Scarf, I went to The Loft in Rockwell yesterday for the Shu Uemura, Motorola and Smart Infinity event.

UGH. I really think I should learn a new pose and a new facial expression. I don't want to be known as the boy with the same facial expression all the time.

Let's play pictionary then, shall we?

Marikotinaclaireme

CONTINUE READING

1:10 pm

World’s Worst Traveller, World’s Best Travel Buddy, Bing Bing Beijing

08/11/2005, China, Fan Art, Travel

World’s Worst Traveller

I’ve been looking for a travel buddy for the past few months to no avail so I guess I’m destined to be travelling alone forever.

I am the epitome of the phrase "LONELY PLANET".

I think it has to do with the fact that I’m probably the world’s worst traveller.

  • I never fly economy (unless it’s a 1-class flight i.e. those 45 minute domestic flights within the Philippines).
  • I carry so much stuff with me (that I eventually don’t use) I just use it as an excuse to get my clothes dry cleaned and laundried by the maid.
  • I carry so much stuff with me I usually end up shipping boxes upon boxes via Federal Express at the end of each journey.
  • I spend far too much on excess luggage… enough to pay for a roundtrip, business class seat for all my suitcases.
  • I almost never go to museums. Why go to huge halls filles with relics of the past when you can go to a well-lit shopping mall, be the emperor, and BUY new clothes (and shoes… and bags… and accessories…)?
  • Soaking up local culture to me means getting drunk at the nearest nightclub and flirting with fellow tourists
  • BackwheniwasfatMornings are for sleeping, Afternoons are for shopping, Evenings are for drink and dance.
  • I don’t do public transport. Don’t expect me to take the subway.
  • The longest distance that I’ll walk is 100 meters or 109 yards or 328 feet. Anything else beyond that figure requires me hailing a cab or hiring a driver via the hotel concierge. Where’s the glamour when I’ve got sweat beads on my forehead?
  • Trying local cuisine means going to the nearest Japanese restaurant to order miso soup and mixed sushi.
  • Sightseeing to me means going to the nearest Dior or Chanel boutique.
  • I always lose maps, hotel keys and hotel address cards. In a span of 24 hours, I usually ask the hotel receptionist 5 copies of those credit-card sized plastic hotel keys.
  • Wherever it is in the world, any hotel room (or suite) that I’ve stayed at should be declared as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Cleaning up the mess I leave requires miracles… it’s a test of human strength.
  • My toiletries alone weigh more than 10 kilos. And no, I don’t use them all.
  • Unlike my contemporaries who steal bath robes, towels and slippers, I never steal anything from hotels except those little tiny pads of stationery that they leave on your desk/bedside table – proof that I’m still a stationery kleptomaniac after all these years; I used to be the #1 thief of Sanrio stationeries and Lisa Frank stickers amongst my friends back when I was a infant.
  • Not even a fire drill/fire alarm test can wake me up when I’m sleeping.
  • I have this weird habit of bringing out everything inside my suitcases just to have an outfit for any particular day.

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  • Yes oh yes, even if that means unpacking everything on the floor only to spend more than 6 hours the following day to repack it all over again…

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Now, now, all flaws aside… here are the reasons why I also qualify for the

World’s Best Travel Buddy

position.

  • I’m not selfish when it coms to sharing bathroom space
  • I am the poster child of cleanliness when it comes to illegal substances; I’m no British-Sex-Tourist-Smugglin’-A-Bag-Of-Heroin’. No way in this life I’m goin to be Claire Danes-meets-Thai Prison for drugs.
  • I never argue with anyone when it comes to the remote control
  • I never induce pillow fights
  • I won’t let you stay awake when I can’t go to sleep
  • I never wake people up
  • I never bring boys back to the room
  • I never come home drunk, drugged, fucked or drugfucked at 5AM
  • I limit myself to a mere 2 hours to "get ready" before going out
  • I let people shower first
  • I don’t sing in the shower
  • I never touch people’s toiletries let alone borrow their stuff.
  • Yes, I’ll take public transport and walk for more than 100 meters as long as you meet the following stipulations:

    - you go down on your knees and beg
    - you won’t tell anyone that I took public transport (or walk 100+ meters) with you
    - you’ll bring tissue + spare handkerchiefs
    - you must buy me a pair of good, humongous Chanel sunglasses to protect my eyesight from the traumatic experience.

That’s not too bad isn’t it?

Bing Bing Beijing

I’ll be on top of this wall SOONER than you think. All I need is a damn driver (and a guide) to bring me from my hotel to the Great Wall.

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I was supposed to go to Beijing a couple of months ago but I was sidetracked by all the shopping opportunities in Hong Kong.

This time however I’m on a mission.

I’m going straight to the heart of the Chinese capital… the heartland of 1 billion people… wonderful people with names and surnames that rhyme with all the sounds that emanate from a Szechuan frying pan: Tang, Ting, Tong, Tung. Mao, Ming, Mong, Mung.

I’ll only stay for 2 days so here’s what I planned on doing:

Day 1
1. Visit Tian An Men Square
2. Visit Forbidden City
3. Visit Silk Alley and the Friendship Store
4. Visit Wangfuijing Street
5. Go shopping (fabrics, gems, presents and random knick-knacks, FUR and EXOTIC SKINS)

Day 2
1. Visit Great Wall of China
2. Visit Summer Palace

I’ve spent far too many hours researching but I think the above should do it.

If you know any good-hearted people who live in Beijing who can show me around, please tell them to email me, bryanboy@gmail.com.

I’ll be on my own, all sad and alone.

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax

Vaslav#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Hong Kong, Santa Cruz, CA, Goleta, CA, Morristown, NJ, Austin, TX, Gilles Plains, South Australia, Pyrmont, NSW, Australia, Diamon Bar, California, McMahon Park, Singapore, Brimley, ONT, Canada, Melville, Saskatchewan, Canada, Copenhagen, Denmark, Malmo, Sweden, Neubiberg, Germany, students of Parsons School of Design, employees of Neiman Marcus in Post Oak Blvd, Houston, TX and of course, people from Yio Chu Kang, Singapore. Bryanboy loves you all you fuckin bitches!

#2 – The only thing that’s stopping me from buying this bag at eLuxury.com is the lack of time before it gets forwarded to me by my US office. I probably have left the country before it gets delivered to me. God knows whether LV Manila has this bag… The price ain’t that bad either… US$1,140!!! Oi vey!!!!

#3 – NOW THESE TWO GIRLS CAN GIVE ME A RUN FOR MY MONEY. Thanks girls for doin the infamous Bryanboy pose. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!

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That’s the way to do it bitches! Put one hand on your waist/hip and the other one upwards.

Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous.

#4 – Love is all around me!

Lovelove

Baboosh.

5:22 pm

Packing 101

07/11/2005, Uncategorized

Packing 101

Good afternoon minions. Damn pre-holiday anxiety sickness.

I’m not feeling well.

I got up this morning with a slight fever and cold – I shouldn’t have gone out on Saturday night.

I’m supposed to go to the hospital today to get my flu and pneumonia vaccinations done so I won’t be sick when I leave but the powers may be gave me a damn cold.

Syringes aside, I accomplished a lot today.

I started to pack my bags cause I’m leaving in a week’s time (TIME IS SOOO FUCKIN FAST!!!).

I won’t be back till around Christmas – celebrate Christmas at home, with the family, then New Year’s Eve with friends in Boracay (HANNAH I can’t WAIT TO SEE YOU BITCH).

When I went to Bangkok, Moscow and St. Petersburg, Russia last year, I brought 5 bags, appox. 95 kilos or over 146.3 pounds of luggage.

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This year I want to keep my luggage at a bare minimum cause I don’t want to spend thousands of dollars on excess baggash.

FYI to luggage nazis: I’m not one of those people who make sure their luggages match. I ensure I use a good ‘mix’ of luggage because of the fact that these things can be lost/stolen/damaged.

Each suitcase contains a different set of outfits and accessories, this way if one gets lost, I still have some sort of a head-to-toe ensemble on another case.

The only thing I’ll make an exception is my shoe/accessories bag – I usually allocate one more bag strictly for shoes and accessories – it’s the little square nylon Prada.

I packed half a case so far today… my Vuitton Damier Alzer.

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What’s inside it?

McQueen Black Scarf, Zara Chocolate Scarf, Missoni Striped Cashmere Belt, Missoni Mohair Scarf, Hermes Bandana, Hermes Scarf, Louis Vuitton Denim-Print Silk Scard, Louis Vuitton Rabbit Fur Scarf, Marc by Marc Jacobs Diagonal Stripes Long-Sleeve Top, Gucci Purple Sheer Cotton Long Sleeve Top, Marc by Marc Jacobs Blue and Red Stripe with Dog Long-Sleeve Top, Dior Homme T-Shirt, Beige Zara Cotton V-neck Cardigan, 2 bangles from Urban Outfitters (black and purple), Mango crystal brooch (green) and Linda Farrow Gallery Sunglasses

Quite an accomplishment eh?

More updates to follow.

I need a shower; I smell like a goat.

Baboosh!