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12:17 pm

Pushkin Palace with Russian Gangsters

12/11/2004, St. Petersburg

Oh my god. Guess what I did today?

Thanks to my friend Sasha (an English Teacher at a Naval Institute), I met like 7 Navy Cadets from Lenkom Naval Institute. We hired a big black Mercedes van and we went to Pushkin Palace in St. Petersburg to see the Amber room etc.

It was crazy. Me in my little camouflage outfit and them in their little black clothes, pointed-toe shoes and pants… they look like Russian gangsters. I swear to god everyone in Russia wears black. Boys, girls, men, women, everyone.

All the Navy Cadets were suprisingly friendly… at first glance they look very butch, very scary and very gangster-like. I probably have never been surrounded by that much testosterone in my entire life.

When we arrived in Pushkin, we went to a cafe first to have some drinks… then we walked to Pushkin Palace… everyone warmed up to me etc.

I’m actually supposed to fly back to Moscow today but I decided to extend my stay for 1 more night in St. Petersburg. I should’ve extended my stay longer. This is why I hate travelling… I always seem to meet the best people towards the last day or two of my visit. *sigh* Definitely next year I’ll visit St. Petersburg again…


Outside Pushkin Palace


Inside Pushkin Palace with my Navy Cadet Friends – Pic was blurry because Sasha’s hands were shaking… probably ;)

Surrounded by Testosterone. Crazy!!!!!


Sasha and Andrey

4:29 am

Mark… and Jane… and me.. lonely in Moscow

05/11/2004, Moscow

Meet some of my friends in Moscow – they don’t know each other btw.

Mark is a complete weedhead. ;) He lives in this tiny little flat in Moscow. He’s straight (goes out with a girl called Victoria). Mark is really sweet — he takes care of me and his friends as if we’ve known each other for a long time. His dad works in England and he lives by himself.

And meet Jane. Jane is actually quite well-off for Moscow/Russian standards. She’s an amazing girl. I met her through another girl called Kate, whom I met at the Fabrique club. She invited me to her flat and it’s brilliant. She went to school in Cambridge so her English is quite good. We’re both Urban Outfitters addicts. Her dad is a businessman – they own the Russian representative office for Daikin (a Japanese company). She drives an Audi. She brought me to tons of places, showed me what a Russian supermarket looks like (lol), drove me around at 4AM… etc. I’ve been hanging out with her almost every day since Monday. She might visit me to St. Petersburg this Saturday. I love Jane – she’s the best!

And this is me, taken a couple of minutes ago… it’s 11:27PM here in Moscow on a Thurrsday. I haven’t shaved for like 2 weeks. I need a bloody razor – I’m starting to get facial hair. Eeeew. I’ll ask the hotel later.

1:23 am

So so wreckless

05/11/2004, Moscow

Oh god.

I have never been so wreckless in my life.

I ended up going out with Mark, Valery, Natasha and Yulia.

It’s Thursday night here in Moscow and I was supposed to fly to St. Petersburg today at 3:50PM (leave the hotel at noon). However, I got home from clubbing with another bunch of newfound friends (Natasha and Yulia) at around 8AM.

I got back to the hotel at 8AM, all drunk and under the influence of Mama Mary, Jesus and Joseph. I haven’t packed any one of my bags – a ritual that will take a good 6 hours. What I did instead was, I called the concierge, gave him my airline tickets, passport, hotel reservation, the phone number of the car company (for transfers) and let him do the tedious tasks of changing everything for tomorrow’s departure.

I ended up spending around U$100 in penalties for the ticket alone, not to mention another extra night here at the Sheraton hotel, Moscow.

In any case, I had *so* much fun last night. We all went to 2 clubs — Zona (which had a gay night) and Garage, a straight club that plays R&B and Hip Hop.

Zona is this club where students and commoner Russian people go to, in other words, non-elitny. Jane, my Russian elitny friend told me it’s shite — it was… kind of, but the attention I got from commoner Russian people is priceless.

I drunk so much at Zona. Had a bottle of champers, about 6 or 7 vodka redbulls, 3 gin tonics and a good ol bottle of evian. Me and Yulia danced for a bit then we all spent time drinking — at our table… then at the bar.

When all 5 of us went to the bar, we ended up chatting to these 4 young-ish Russian guys/students. They are the classic "gobnyi key". In other words, they look like British scally people. Sportswear sweaters, baggy trousers, trainers.

For some strange reason, I think they are gay, particularly the semi-cutish guy with nice green eyes and dark hair who sat beside me. He was quite cute.. and had a nice smile. His english is horrible though. My friends had to play translator back and forth. They said they were straight – I kinda pretended I was straight, playing around with Natasha every once in a while. Mark said they can’t be trusted because they look a bit rough… but those 4 guys were nice, all smiling and talking to us.

Anyway, we left the 4 boys and went to Garage to dance the dawn away. Valery is such a good dancer and we danced in the middle of the dancefloor. Everyone was literally looking at us and everyone was dancing. It was all fun.

So yeah.. here I am, back in the hotel… gonna pack my stuff in a bit. I only got out of the hotel once — for 5 minutes, just to buy US$40 worth of prepaid/top-up cards for my Russian mobile.

I’ll take lots of pictures tomorrow. Bye for now!

1:36 pm

Excuses… and white lies

04/11/2004, Moscow

My friend Jane wanted to bring me to this club called Caligulla but I told her I’m gonna call off the night because I had to wake up early tomorrow. I know myself when I go clubbing — I drink an awful lot, do some stuff and dance till it’s 6 or 7 in the morning.

Prevention is better than cure.

So off I went to the hotel, checked my emails a little bit and then Mark’s friend Valery called me to checked what I was doing. She said she had 2 friends who wanted to see me and asked if they can drop by at my room and maybe we can all have a chat. I said ok — as long as we’re not going out etc cause I had to wake up early tomorrow.

Fast forward 1 hour later, Valery, Natasha and Yulia (the one with the blonde bangs) arrived.

All girls are soo soo fun. Natasha’s english is great. Whereas Yulia… oh my god, Yulia is just like "Bubbles" from Absolutely Fabulous. She’s one crazy girl – she’s a journalist of some sort for some Russian Music/MTV-like channel. She likes to make these little facial things which are sooo cute. I have this body shimmer powder thing and we played around with it like little teenage girls. LOL.


Natasha, Moi, Yulia at my room

Yulia, Natasha, Valery

12:48 pm

My little magazine stint

31/10/2004, Moscow

Meet Simon. He’s basically the 2nd Russian person I’ve spoken to the moment I got here.

I first met him online a couple of months ago on this Russian personals web site, http://love.gay.ru. He works for this Russian gay magazine, KVIR, as a writer.

He asked me some questions about the last 2 CDs that I bought. And bam, I’m on the magazine.

See the pic below. Interesting! ;)

7:00 am

Moscow Fashion Week

31/10/2004, Moscow

Thanks to my friend Simon, I was able to go to the last day of Moscow Fashion Week (October 30).

I didn’t do anything there really. He gave me a press ID/card, met with his straight Latvian friend (see photo below), and we watched the Gaspard Yurkevich show.


9:32 pm

Anorexia Nervosa

27/10/2004, Fashion

Just got my room service.

I’m currently enjoying my mango & chicken salad, tom yang soup and tiger prawns.

I lurve food!!!!!!

9:17 pm

Meet the throne

27/10/2004, Uncategorized

This is where I’m typing this from.

Say hello bitches! ;)

8:53 pm

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27/10/2004, Fashion

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5:40 pm

Fat old men… how common

27/10/2004, Uncategorized

Bang cock in Bangkok eh?

Enough rambling on the blog.

I’ve got several hours to kill. I’m bored and I’ve got nothing to do.

For all of you who actually care about me, yes, I’m doing great. Yes, I’m fine — thanks! :)

Here’s a semi gratitious pic. Nekkid fat man sunbathing on the hotel pool… he’s the first thing I saw when I looked down below from my window.


I’m off to take a poop… and shop. At Dior. I love you all and I’ll see you when I get back.

Here’s to the simple life!

God how original. I can’t believe I stole someone’s lines.

LOL.