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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!

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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

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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! ;)

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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.


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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!!!!!!

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9:17 pm

Meet the throne

27/10/2004, Uncategorized

This is where I’m typing this from.

Say hello bitches! ;)

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8:53 pm

Protected: Fresh scent of New Money

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.

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5:28 pm

Gorgeousness! My hotel in Bangkok

27/10/2004, Uncategorized

I’m a loyal Starwood Hotels fan. Well, sort of.

I usually stay at boutique hotels but ever since I discovered Starwood… and their brilliantly fantastic Starwood Preferred Guest program, I told myself I’ll only stay at Starwood whenever posssible.

At the el cheapo room rate of a regular room, I was instantly upgraded to an Executive Suite. Massive bathroom, private living room, separate bedroom… and a luggage room, it’s well worth being loyal to Starwood.



If you are a Starwood Platinum member, they automatically upgrade you to a suite. Instantly. At all Starwood properties. Just book the cheapest room possible and you get upgraded. It’s as simple as that.

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5:02 pm

Excess Baggash – Karma hit me hard this time.

27/10/2004, Fashion

Sometime last week, I told the bunch at www.outintheuk.com bulletin boards that I have never, ever paid for excess baggash coz I usually charm my way out.

Imagine the shock and horror I got earlier when I checked in at Manila airport for my flight to Bangkok.

I *only* have 5 pieces of check-in luggage. One hardcore Samsonite to protect my fur and cashmere things and my Dior snow boots, A Vuitton hardcore suitcase to protect my ‘valuables’, also known as my tops, pants and bags, a large Prada nylon suitcase for my casual clothes, a Prada nylon weekend bag for my shoes & toiletries, and lastly, another Vuitton suitcase for miscellaneous stuff.

So off I went to the check-in counter. The guy even had the nerve make a joke at me, asking me whether I have intentions of returning to the country. "Hello," I said. "This is literally nothing – I literally have filled 2 cars just for my baggage on my previous trips."

Then he gave me a mini sermonette that they can only accept 30 kilos free of charge for business class. The guy weighed my bags and the numbers (of which I usually ignore…) flashed right in front of my eyes on the digital thing. 95 kilos.

"Oh that’s nothing," I thought.

"Sir, please go to the excess baggage counter and pay for 65 kilos. Then go back to me with the receipt and I’ll issue your boarding pass."

"Say what now?," I thought again.

Then I told him: "you mean I’m paying for this stuff, yes? Can you please pretty please at least minimize the thing, like 30 kilos, instead of me paying for 65?"… with matching twinkles on both my eyes… and high voltage pearly whites.

"Ok, I’ll declare 45 kilos… but that’s the most we can do. Next time please pack sensibly… or pay the charge."

The bitch. I *hate* Philippine Airlines.

Bastard cunts charged me approx. $420 in excess baggage.

Think of how many segments I’m doing on my trip. I should’ve just fuckin paid for another god damn ticket and get my luggage business class seat for fucks sake.

So yeah. Karma bit my arse crack… and balls, this time.

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