NOTE: BEFORE YOU READ THIS POST, I WANT YOU TO DOWNLOAD THIS TRACK SO YOU CAN FEEL THE INTENSITY OF WHAT I’M FEELING.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
I have never felt soo stupid.
I did cry for a little bit on my way back from the train station (where I dropped Jakob off cause he has to go back to middle of nowhere, Sweden) to the hotel. Thank god I had my brand spanking new Gucci sunglasses to conceal my tears.
(God I look awful on that picture.)
I’ll be honest. I haven’t cried in a long time.
Heck, I didn’t even cry when my grandfather died last year.
I don’t even know why the fuck I’m sobbing like a little bitch.
It seems soo petty and shallow, you know.
I bet you he’ll probably laugh it off (or feel embarassed) when he reads this post. Am I right, Jakob? Hah! *kiddin*
Nah, he’s a really cool guy. I’m glad that we met. I have to admit though, the chances of me and him seeing again are pretty much slim to none. History repeats itself and it’s ***ALWAYS*** been like that whenever I go on holiday.
I told him yesterday when we were walking around Copenhagen, "Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and Happy Birthday."
Here’s a funny pic taken on Friday (thanks Sebastian!!!!)
I look like a midget compared to all those guys. Ugh! Someone just make me 6 foot 3 already. Please? All I want for christmas is to be 6’3… or 6’4.
While true love comes in the form of a Hermes croc birkin bag or a Vacheron Constantin watch, looking at some of these pictures will suffice when I’m feeling shit.
Thank you, thank you, thank you all for loving me.
(Bryangirl in the making. She’s only 16 months old. Thanks Sharon!)
(Here’s some Swedish lovin’ lovin from Ola and Linn… they’re some of Jakob’s friends. The left sign says "Go for it Jaqy" aka Jakob.)
AL from the Philippines even had their maids do the Bryanboy pose. I love it! (Hello to JS!!)
I love girls from the land of kangaroos and gorgeous surfer boys.
Here’s a big one from Singapore. Bryanboy LOVES EACH AND EVERYONE of you.
Keep those pictures coming. A lonely, sobbing bitch like me can never have too much love. True love comes in the form of a photograph. Email prima facie evidence of your unconditional love to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Anyway, I need to get my head fixed. I’m gonna roam around Copenhagen for a bit, stock up on Georg Jensen and see more Danish people.
I need a good kick up my ass so I’ll *snap* *snap* back to reality.
I have a little gay video surprise for you all.
I’m cleaning up my digital camera and came across this small video of me posing in a club. Niklas must have pressed the wrong button and took a video instead of a picture.
Click here to download/view it. It’s quite dark though. Oh well.
Here’s more Stockholm pics for you to look at. Some of the pics were taken at Sturecompagniet. I’m telling you, that FOX goes everywhere!!!!
Ok, ok, I know she’s gorgeous. Her chinchilla is better than mine though. I love you NAOMI!
Don’t you just hate them? Anyone who is single and have travelled (solo) somewhere who had a holiday fling (hahahahahahahaha) knows what I’m feeling right now.
Jakob and moi got up early in the afternoon. Imagine waking up to this.
I went to the shower after getting up and when I came out of the bath, he served breakfast – 2 red Danish hotdogs.
Isn’t he sweet? Imagine him getting out of the hotel (and walk 2 – 3 blocks) to go to a hotdog stand, just for me to try these hotdogs.
We spent about 2 hours walking around Copenhagen. We were determined to see the Little Mermaid, rain or… rain.
You know where I stand and how I feel about walking (read my previous post about it). This guy, for some strange reason, made me appreciate walking – see sights, hear sounds, smell scents, etc. Walking with him was effortless; I didn’t feel tired and I didn’t even sweat a single bead, inspite of my 2-inch cowboy boots and heavy Birkin bag.
The Little Mermaid was worth it.
We walked for a little bit before having dinner at a Sushi place.
Oh I don’t know what to think/say anymore.
He’s a really nice guy and I wish him the very best. It’s a shame he’s leaving for Sweden tomorrow morning. It’s 8:47PM here in Copenhagen.
God knows whether we’ll meet again or not. Maybe not in the longest time. Who knows.
BTW, he knows his labels too. I’m very impressed. Nothing can beat a young man in a Gucci polo t-shirt and a Hermes Twilly.
Awwwwww I’m REALLY gonna miss Jakob. He’s really cool.
I’m at a loss on what to say. We’re gonna drink the night off. We’ve got a lot of vodka.
Wish me luck tomorrow. I’ll most definitely have tears… perhaps not on the outside, but definitely inside.