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1:59 pm

Paul Van Dyk

10/12/2004, Clubbing

God. I just got up a couple of minutes ago.

Note to self: do not go clubbing on a weekday ever again.

I just got up after sleeping for 7 full hours. I don’t usually sleep that much but I was soo knackered when I got home.

I met up and spent quality time with an old friend (and his friends) last night at this Paul Van Dyk thing after a little more than a year of not really talking to each other. It’s a long story, but it was nice to see him again.  It was alright — there were LOTS of people, the tents were packed and everyone was dancing and on drugs. Although his music is nice, I’m not really into trance-y tunes etc. I like house and I like it deep. I like it vocal. I like it funky. I like it dark. I like it dirty.

CasualtyIt’s funny cause since 2002-mid 2003, pretty much each and every weekend consisted of going to clubs, popping pills, snorting all sorts of every imaginable powder available, from coca plants to horse anesthesia. Even if I did all sorts of stuff when I was much, much younger, that time has to the the most drug-fuelled period ever. I took a year and 6 month-long hiatus (i.e. detox) from that and I came back to the ‘scene’ yesterday and people are still doing the same thing.

Yesterday I told my friend we’ll try to be sober — not necessarily as sober as the pope… but no pills… or K. It was good. I had a couple of vodka red bulls until temptation struck us — chemical substances at times like this were inevitable. So off I got 2Gs of C. I gave one to my friend and I kept one for myself. I took 2 hits in the toilets and nothing else. I just couldn’t get myself to do more of it. I couldn’t be bothered at all.

OutfitI’m not dissing people who *still* do it. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against those people. I mean, it’s fun and all… but personally, after time, you just get sick of it… really sick of it. My father had always told me since we were kids, "too much of everything is bad" – and it’s true indeed. Yes, bad habits die last… but at least I evolved.

I think i’ll lay off chemicals for a bit (just as I have done for awhile now) and focus on some of the most important things in life — family, work and myself… without the influence of anything.

Anyone wants some leftovers then? I’d give it for free. *kiddin*

Last night’s outfit:

- Abercrombie & Fitch top
- Old Alexander McQueen Jeans
- Old cowboy boots I got at for $13 then I spray painted it silver
- Chanel bag and Chanel belt
- Urban Outfitters brooch that I put on the pocket
- Dior gambler bracelets
- Franck Muller watch

4:15 pm

There is a god afterall.

03/12/2004, Uncategorized

Haaaaaaallelujah! There is a god afterall.

I guess we’re one of the lucky ones. We survived… with no damages whatsoever other than chronic boredom for a night.

The typhoon passed our house last night. I got up at 6:00PM yesterday and it was in full swing. If you were in our house, you’ll think it’s the end of the world. You can hear the wind giving the country a blowjob. It’s like, the sky is "crying" and there’s something wrong in the air. Thank god the winds were high so all we heard are like noises — there wasn’t even that much rain either.

We didn’t have power until dawn today. I spent the entire night doing nothing. I’ll sleep for an hour or two, get up for a bit, ask my parents whether there’s electricity or not… and when they said no, I slept again. It went on like that for far too long. Life is really hard if you don’t have electricity… or internet access.

My hand also normalized, after a disaster in St. Tropez. It’s back to its former glory. No more traces of Wacko Jacko, Whitney, Beyonce and Louis Vuitton on my palms.


I’ll keep you guys posted in a bit. I’m sooo backlogged with emails and work it’s not even funny.

BTW, thank you very much for all the comments on my posts. Keep them coming. I’ll respond to all of them in another blog entry — promise.

5:05 am

Storm. Typhoon. Hurricane. Whatever.

02/12/2004, Uncategorized

We’ve got another storm coming up and we’re bracing for the hit either today or tomorrow.

I’m actually kinda scared cause I’ve got my wireless internet antenna unit/dish whatever you call it, installed up our roof. Let’s just hope the winds won’t blow it off otherwise I’m dead. I stole a pic from the NOAA so you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Wish me luck!


2:04 pm

Disaster in St. Tropez!!!

29/11/2004, Uncategorized

I’m emotionally-scarred (for life) right now.

After my not-so-recent trip to Russia, I thought I looked all bloodless and pale and I need a tan badly. There are 3 ways for me to get a tan. First, do it au naturel. Second, go to the salon and get airbrushed (mystic tan — i love it. so poi-fect!), and lastly, good ol DIY. Unfortunately, jetting off somewhere el tropical is not feasible so the only option I’ve got is to fake it.

I have to admit that I’m no virgin when it comes to tan-in-a-bottle stuff. Generally, I use Dior Bronze — it’s fast, it’s safe, it’s easy and j’adore the color. It’s my favourite. Another one that I like is Peter Thomas Roth. I’ve also used Clarins and Lancaster. It takes ages for me to tan with Clarins while the latter is quite streaky. Lancaster also makes me look as if I’m a hepatitis/jaundice victim.

2 Months ago, I bought a couple of DIY St. Tropez stuff (tanning lotion, mousse and self-tan remover) to test it. I tried St. Tropez at a salon before and I got good results. I was planning to bring it with me to Moscow but I forgot it at home.

So yesterday, off I brought out my little unused bottle of St Tropez tanning lotion. I followed the instructions. Scrub, exfoliate and moisturize. Scrub, exfoliate and moisturize.

I applied the lotion throughout my body with my bare hands. I had the self-tan remover so I was quite confident that my hands will look alright so I didn’t use gloves… none of that repulsive "I-stuck-fingers-up-somebody-else’s-dirty-ass" look. A few minutes later, I used the remover and washed my hands.

Hand check: Jessica Simpson 2 shades darker

4 hours and a shower later, I’m thinking "ooooo" and "ahhhhhh". Lovin it so far — but I’m not yet satisfied. I want a darker color. I want a color that screams "I huffed and I puffed and I spent 8 hours a day, every day for 7 days at the beach, sea, sun and sex on the sand in broad daylight."

So off I tried the mousse… again, using my bare hands, I applied a thick coat all over my body.

And this is where the disaster began.

Hand check: Michael Jackson in Jackson 5

I used the self-tan remover on my fingers and on my palm. I rubbed, scrubbed and washed.

Hand check: Whitney Houston in the 80′s

I rubbed, scrubbed and washed.

Hand check: Vintage Louis Vuitton trunks

I rubbed, scrubbed and washed.

At this point, I gave up. It’s official. Although my body have this rich, fantafuckintabulous tan, my hands look like wood. It is sooo gross! What’s worse is I’m gonna be like this for days… or weeks. Who the hell knows?


There is no friggin way I’m gettin out of the house with hands like this. Good tan gone the drain thanks to my hands.

My worst nightmare became a reality.

In a way it’s a blessing in disguise that I didn’t use it in Moscow. Otherwise, I’ve got a ruined holiday.

Lesson learned: use gloves when visiting St.

Tropez in late November.

It’s official – my hands do look like wood.

12:49 am

Home doesn’t feel like home.

25/11/2004, Uncategorized

It feels so weird to be home. It’s been several days since I got back and I’ve only been away for only 3 weeks and it’s like my house doesn’t feel like a "home".

I hate this odd, after-travel feeling. It’s one of the nastiest feelings ever. I simply could not function. I can’t work. I can’t reply to all of my work-related emails.

For the past 36 hours, all I’ve done is email some people, talk to a few of my clients, spent an enormous amount of time on BlogExplosion, paid some of my bills, sent a FedEx envelope to the USA, sleep, eat, sleep, sleep, browse some sites, etc.

Nothing productive, to be honest. Even my body clock is fucked up. I’ve been sleeping at 2PM and getting up at around 8PM when normally, I sleep at 4AM and get up at 11AM.

How long would it last? I have no idea. I definitely need to get my act together. I’ve got lots of pending projects, waiting clients, etc.

I’ll keep you posted in a bit.

10:27 am

Social Suicide: I’m F-A-T

24/11/2004, Fat

Oh. my. god.

129My mother recently bought this digital weighing scale and she asked me to try it out. It’s been ages since I last weighed myself and I think I got a bit skinnier after going through 6 lipodissolve sessions (on my stomach and arms) before I left for my holiday.

Imagine genuine shock and horror when I found out my true weight.

A staggering onehundredtwentyfuckingnine pounds. At fivefuckingfeetnine short.

Never in my life I have been so obese. Ever. I have always thought I’m in the 110-117 pound range. Perhaps the digital scale was a cheat? Perhaps it’s the breakfast I just had? All I had on was a cotton t-shirt and boxer shorts.

That’s it. I’m really taking the Reductil pills I’ve been keeping. I stopped taking them yesterday because reading the insert made me freak out… I only took 2 capsules so far, one on Sunday and one on Monday.

Before I left for Moscow, my doctor told me it would be nice to meet up with her after my trip so we can "catch up" on things…. and now I’m terribly ashamed because I think I gained weight.

Ugh. I’m sooooo pissed at myself it’s not even funny.

10:33 am

Silly Little Video

23/11/2004, Videos

Here’s a silly little video clip of me that Mark took when we strolled around Tverskaya after having dinner at Cafe Pushkin.

Small Version (1.6 Mb)

Large Version (4.7 Mb)

Warning: it’s just a silly clip of a very camp 22 year old guy prancing around the streets of Moscow. Enjoy!

4:15 am

Hello Bangkok

19/11/2004, Flying

Just got here in Bangkok. My flight to Manila’s like 1:55PM.

My god, Aeroflot is the worst airline ever. Did I say the bathrooms were so repulsive? They’ve got no toiletries whatsoever… only liquid soap.

The stench is so bad you can literally smell the scent of fress piss at least 6 feet away. No wonder the toilets can only be found at the front of the plane… or at the very end. I feel sorry for those who seat near em: both pilots/cockpit area… and some unfortunate scum cattle class passengers.

I went to the cattle class toilets at the end of the plane just for fun halfway across the flight and I swear, there’s lots of trash and garbage everywhere — on the sink, on the floor, everywhere! Every single imaginable toilet trash you can think of. Tissues with snot, tissues with shit skid marks, tissues with blood, beer bottles, cans, candy wrappers, bloody tampons, you name it. In fact, even one of the toilet bowls is covered with puke.

I am dead serious.

Surely I’m not the only one who has flown Aeroflot before — so I dare you to ask someone else and I bet they’d agree with me hands down.

Anyway, the only thing I did in Bangkok really is smoked a couple of fags, had some canapes at the lounge, bought 2 clear lip gloss tubes and the Addict Trio lip gloss at Dior, plus 2 cartons of Marlboro cigarettes at Duty Free.

Only paid around US$250 of excess baggage to my flight in Manila this time.

I just want to go home… see my family, see my cat and have a good night’s worth of sleep.

1:00 pm

Goodbye Moscow

18/11/2004, Moscow

Time to say goodbye, I guess.

I slept at around 8:30-9:00AM today and asked reception for a wake-up call at 10:30. I got up for like 2-3 minutes and slept again. Thank god I had my cellphone alarm set to 1PM so I got up at around that time.

I spent the next hour doing random things, like calling Federal Express to follow-up my pick-up (I’m sending a box to the Philippines with some of my leftover clothes that didn’t fit in my luggage), going down to the business center to get some forms filled out in Russian, call my parents, blah blah blah.

I then took a nice little walk to the supermarket 2 blocks away from the hotel. I spent around US$417 on caviar (4 jars of black, 1 huge 500gram jar of red), Russian Vogue magazine, 3 packets of chewing gum, a bottle of Evian and a bottle of Russian Standart.

Jane picked me up at around 4:30PM on our usual meeting spot, right in front of the hotel in Tverskaya-Yamskaya. Our plan is to hit some of the shops at Stoleshnikov Pereulok.

We probably spent a good 45 minutes – 1 hour on the streets because of the traffic. It’s just as bad as Manila. I took a couple of random pics using my camera phone because I forgot my camera at the hotel.

First stop was Christian Dior — loving it! I bought another gambler bracelet, this time in fuchsia, and a pair of navy blue corduroy pants with a stainless steel Dior patch on the back and Dior stars chain and safety pin on the sides. The prices at Dior are actually consistent with the worldwide market; bracelet was around US$310 (I got 2 in Bangkok for around $295 each)  and the corduroy pants were like around US$860. Not bad at all.

We then took a quick look at Hermes because I’m looking for a wallet for my dad, but I ended up getting him a green epi leather wallet at Vuitton. Jane went to Burberry because she’s looking for a croc/alligator shoe.

Our last stop was Rostik’s on Tverskaya. I love Rostik’s! It’s the Russian version of KFC/McDonald’s (cause they’re everywhere) and they sell chicken, potatoes, etc. It’s pure junk/trash food but what the hell… I love it. Jane got me a cab from Rostik’s cause she’s running a little late — she had to visit her mom on the other side of the city because her mom was about to give birth.

When I went back to the hotel, my driver and I quickly went to the airport for my flight to Bangkok.

My god, Sheremetyevo 2 has got to be the WORST airport I’ve been to EVER. There’s lines everywhere, from checking-in, to customs and passport control.

It took around 15 minutes to get my boarding pass issued because I had 50 kilos worth of excess baggage. The excess baggage counter was closed so they had to call up some woman to come over there.

Guess how much I paid for excess baggage?

19,646 rubbles, which is around US$700.

I begged and I begged and I tried to use my charm to the old, late 30′s bitch on the excess baggage counter but she won’t give me a discount.

Bollocks, I thought.

I swear to god…. with all the money I spent on excess baggage going here and returning back, It would’ve been much mucho better if I just bought my bags a roundtrip ticket — at least they get seats inside the fucking cabin!

Anyway, thank god I booked the Airport Fast Track service at, otherwise, I’d be spending hours in customs and passport control. The girl who assisted me when I first arrived in Moscow was the same one who helped me today. It took me no more than 10 minutes to pass customs and passport control. In fact, the only thing that the customs person asked me is how much cash do I have/bringing out to the country. I said around US$100 because I used my cards… and then that’s about it.

The real horror however isn’t the queues at customs/passport control but the huge, gigantic queues at the gate! I have never seen an airport where there’s a security check prior to boarding/going to the gate. Usually security checks are done before you even check-in… or after checking-in.

Thank god I arrived quite late so when the airport people were doing a final call for passengers to board the plane to Bangkok, they gave us priority to pass the security check. Even if you’re flying business or first class, you still have to fall in line with the masses before going to the gate.

My Moscow airport experience was truly weird — and was a miracle. No wonder a lot of people advised me to be there at least 3 hours before the flight.

I left the hotel at 6:30PM, got into the airport at 8PM because of the traffic and my flight was scheduled to depart at 8:45PM (although it got delayed to 9:15PM).

6:04 am

Icky clubbing pictures

18/11/2004, Clubbing

Dsc_0144_1 For some strange reason, a couple of people took pictures of me when I went clubbing in Moscow and St. Petersburg. God knows where they published my pictures. 2 people sent me a message on this Russian personals site I joined  telling me they found me etc. My skin looks bad, the lighting is poor, I’m all sweaty, I’m probably not sober, my pose is shit and it’s just not right!


On that page, I’m on picture #s 10, 11, 12, 19 and 21. Yuck!

I wanna crawl up and die.  So so embarassing. :(