Spot the hottie!
So tell me, what is more attractive than a hot boy with nice, long hair and a love affair with bright colours, cardigans, skinny jeans, handbags and yes, pink shoes?
I know a hottie when I see one. Click click click for more pictures of Jonatan from Stockholm.
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!
Kicked off my night with dinner at Berns Hotel. Had an amazing time last night at Stureplan. Went to Sturecompagniet (there was a pajama party) and Koket.
I ended up drunk, got home at around 5AM/6AM.
Thank god I didn’t have a headache.
I’m late for my flight to Denmark. I’ll update later when I arrive.
Welcome to Stockholm
God. Finally. I’ve been waiting for this moment. Many people have told me NOT to post on this blog when I’m drunk because god knows what I’ll say and what will come out of my pussy flaps. I don’t give a flying fiver though; I’ll post when I want to post.
(view from my window)
Fuck it though, I had about 4 gin tonics and 3 vodka red bulls. I’m as tipsy as a row of pink tents.
Before I continue, let me just tell you that my dad has been worried about me because my eyes looked FUCKED on my pictures. Dad, if you only knew what I’ve been up to, I’ve been SOBER and CLEAN as FUCK; I haven’t had an ounce of alcohol in my system in ages let alone do something that would endager species of the rare kind.
(Hi dad! Hi mom! Hi everyone in the Bryanboy.com household. I know I haven’t called you guys in the past few weeks but I’m doing good, I’m ok and I love and miss you all.)
Today’s been good. I’ve been roaming around the city, have been shopping (again) and been meeting people from all walks of Swedish society.
I went to ACNE jeans first thing in the morning (finally) and ended up buying a shitload ( a ton of pairs) of denim jeans.
Note to self and others: when in Stockholm, be sure to wear the tightest pair of jeans possible; DO NOT, under any circumstances, wear anything flared; make sure your jeans are tight and VERY slim.
I **LOVE** ACNE jeans. Ugh. Words cannot express my love for them. Even went to Filippa K, bought up the usual basic, black button-down shirt, a bow-tie and some underwear. I also bought some souvenirs for the familia de horreur.
I went around "Old Town" on my own aka Gamla Stan. It’s this tiny little island filled with small shops; all the streets/alleyways are made of bricks that could put the quality of your high-heel shoes to the test.
It would have been nicer to take pictures when the sun is up but we’re in Stockholm; the sun rises at 11AM and sets at around 3PM. Bah!
I also met up with my Swede buddy Nikolas for a snack and some light shopping. We went to this "Culture House" with one of the FANTASTIC views in the city.
After eating, Nikolas and moi went to buy speakers for my ipod then we went to my room (hint hint… don’t be silly). LOL. He even declared his undying love for me.
(love his jawline, love his eyes, love everything about him. he’s a looker! loves it.)
I also met up with Eli again and we went to this place called "Torget" in Gamla Stan (again). This is where the insanity began.
BTW, isn’t it hilarous that I talked about moving house to the no-logos-allowed village (on my previous post) and then here I am, wearing my IN-YOUR-FACE-LV-LOUIS-VUITTON woollen scarf? Ugh. I guess it will take time to get rid of bad habits.
(those are skin-tight ACNE jeans, BTW)
Eli and I first went to Torget, followed by Cafe Connection. We had like 1 or 2 drinks at Connection then we decided to go back to Torget.
Upon arriving at the entrance, there were a shitload of people there, including this VERY, VERY friendly Swedish lady, who has an anorexic daughter (like me) and a "beautiful" 19 year old son. She shared all her lovely stories about Brazi. She’s insane at the same time lovely. She’s quite an eclectic character. Her boyfriend is from Amman, Jordan. I love it!
She’s with her friends, a lesbian, a gay guy and a presumable straight girl.
After a couple of drinks at Torget, Eli and I decided to go home. His tube station is quite far from mine so we parted ways at muy tube station.
Get your balls read – I take back whatever I said on how "I don’t take public transport."
I NEVER DO, usually. But this time I had to make an exception cause my station is just near. Cabs are quite rare and going to the tube is really convenient.
I think that’s all for now.
Oh, one last thing.
Imagine havig a threesome with these 2 swedish guys for Varberg.
As to who is cuter, you decide. I love them both… because they love me!
If you’re going for aryan looks (and true blue Eurotrash old rich, go for the one on the left, wearing a Burberry thing… though my Brit friends would consider him as a chav…). But if you’re after a dark-haired hottie, then go for the one on the right.
Either way, imagine me having a threesome with both of them.
That’s it. I’m glad I managed to create this post without any visible typos whatsoever – cut me some slack, I’m tipsy.
I’m off to bed. Tomorrow is my last night in Stockholm. More stories to tell and more pictures to come.
I love you all, as always.
I’m finally having some serious fun in Stockholm.
I mean, I’ll be honest, it’s been lonely the past few days. I barely know anyone here and I’m the shyest person ever – gone are the days when I can just strike a conversation with a stranger.
Anyway, Alex is one of the first Swedish people I’ve spoken to. In fact, we talked online back when I was in the Philippines. Little did she knew that I was going to Stockholm – I called her out of the blue like a couple of days ago and said "hey sweetie, I’m in Stockholm!".
(that’s Alex doing the infamous Bryanboy pose)
We had lunch at Cafe Baresso and shopped for a bit. There’s a cool shop here in Stockholm called "MTWTFSS Weekday" that sells the BEST jeans ever (Cheap Monday). I bought 2 pairs of tight jeans (same style… they’re SOOO gorgeous), a t-shirt and 2 vintage clutch bags. The clutch bags are soo fabulous and so are the jeans – they’re very tight. Gorgeous!
We also went to Ordning & Reda, my favourite, favourite stationers in the world… well, next to Smythson (they are the only store that I know of that sells BLACK-coloured paper, notecards, envelopes and WHITE pens.) I’m so addicted to them that over the past few years, I’ve been ordering my goods from their London stores and have them shipped to me via Fedex.
Ordning & Reda is a MUST-VISIT when you are in Stockholm.
We also paid a visit to Hennes & Mauritz, also known as H&M. I know, I know, they’re cheap, but they make really good accessories. I’m not gonna post what I bought cause I want to give them to some of my family members as goodie bag loot. LOL.
(me in my cheap monday jeans. the pictures don’t do it justice!)
Overall, it was a good afternoon out!
Alex even gave me a gift. I’m touched!!!!!!!
BTW, I was supposed to meet these 2 Swedish guys afterwards but to hell with them. Don’t you just hate timewasters? They’re all talk but no action. I was brutally honest with them yesterday – if you want to meet then let’s meet up. If you don’t, then tell me. My god, I **HATE** drama queens. I’m supposed to be the fag here, not them. Alex even talked to those 2 guys over the phone – one of them was saying he wants to see me (in the background) and the other one was saying he doesn’t.
I say screw em. It’s not my loss anyway.
Once a timewaster, always a timewaster.
I’ll NEVER TALK TO THEM AGAIN. BEST AVOIDED WHILST IT’S EARLY.
Do I look like I’m someone who will bite?
Oh oh oh oh oh. On a different note, the guy I’m meeting in Copenhagen even made a "I <3 Bryanboy" picture. Sooo cute. I’m touched. I can’t post it here. Yet.
Cause I’m a nasty bitch.
(Sorry babe. jag älskar dig, too)
More updates soon.
If you’re in Stockholm and would like to rescue me from chronic boredom and loneliness, please send me an SMS or call +46-073-736-5861 or email email@example.com. I’ll be here until Friday afternoon.
Move Over, Dolly!
Move over, Dolly the Sheep.
Meet my new friend Nils.
I bought him today at this shop called DUKA. It’s a HUGE wooden sheep complete with wool, ears and tail.
He is SOOOOO cute. I love him!
There were sooo many beautiful things here in Stockholm, including those 3 British guys right behind my table at this cafe. I didn’t know Brits can be soo good looking when almost all of the Brits I know look like shit – just kidding.
I’ll update you later. I love you all.
P.S. Some gay swedes are talking about me on this forum. Click here. I have NO idea what they are talking about but I’m sure they’re having fun making fun of me. LOL. Hej Hej Hej Stockholm! LOL
Got back about an hour ago after a night’s worth of clubbing. I met up with Eli and Nikolas and went to this club called "Lino".
It wasn’t so bad; they could do better with the music though.
(me and Nikolas)
Contrary to what people think, there aren’t many blonde guys in Stockholm.
There were a shitload of cute guys though, yes.
What I like most though is the fact how random strangers aren’t shy to come up and say "I love your fox" – I wore William (my fox stole with the head) today, actually. I’d say no less than 10 people came up to tell me they love my fox. One guy even said "you know, why look for a cock when you can touch/feel the tail" as he was stroking William’s tail.
This is why I love nordic countries; they sure understand the value and can appreciate fur.
Now that they’re gone, I’m back to my usual lonely self here in my hotel room.
I’m gonna sleep it off, go to NK and H&M (oh shush) tomorrow.
Eli even invited me to a pastry baking party tomorrow. They’re going to bake these:
If you know of anyone in the Stockholm area that would like to hang around with me, please, by all means, email firstname.lastname@example.org. It would be cool to meet other folks – variety is always nice.
That’s it for now. I’m really, really tired.
On a different note, I’ll leave the guessing game TO YOU, my dear readers, as to who this guy is.
(HANNAH MATRONIC, yes, he is a fucking kargador and I could care less)
Remember that episode on Sex and the City?
All dressed up and nowhere to go/no one to go out with.
This is exactly what I’m feeling right now here in Stockholm.
Okay… erase that.
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I’M FEELING RIGHT NOW HERE IN STOCKHOLM.
It’s 11:39PM and I’m itching to go out. Problem is, I’m lonely and miserable.
I’ve been here for 6 hours.
I wanted to go to this cafe but the (US$20) cab driver dropped me off at some place where all the streets were made of bricks. It was wonderful and nice – Stockholm is a beautiful city.
I couldn’t find the cafe that I want to go and I ended up being lost… for about an hour.
My boots suffered torrential abuse from all that walking. Each step that I made as I galloped made this clink-clunk sound on the stones.
I roamed around the brick roads, took a nice evening stroll then went back to the hotel.
Oh I don’t know.
Stockholm Here I Come
Just a couple more days to go and I’m off to Stockholm. I just sent a majority of my clothes to be laundried and I’m busy packing my shit before sending some of it via Federal Express.
As you can see, FedEx is a traveler’s best friend; Why pay a ridiculous amount in excess baggage when you can send your stuff in advance to your hotel and have all your stuff waiting for you when you arrive?
After all, I intend to set foot in Europe with nothing but empty suitcases and only my Goyard bag as hand luggage.
I have this nagging feeling in my gut that my gal pal from the third world, Tina D., ain’t coming to Europe after all. I mean, it’s already November 30 and she still hasn’t submitted her visa application to the French Embassy. We’re supposed to meet each other in Paris mid-December.
Oh I don’t know. To be honest, I’m NOT even supposed to go to Europe. She persuaded me to join her because she hates the people she’s supposed to go to Paris (ok, she doesn’t really hate them, but she said they don’t have any money and their attitudes are crap). LOL.
Fuck it though. I’m sure I’ll have a blast whether or not she decides to push through. I spoke to her yesterday night and in all seriousness, I don’t think she’s gonna come.
Oh well – that means I’ll get to have my room solely to myself (yay) and that means I’ll get to have a shitload of space for interracial sex orgies, drug-fuelles highs and of course, prime storage space for my conspicous consumption aka shopping.
I’m kidding. Bah!!!!
Natalya, Mark and moi went to Piramida yesterday evening to meet yet another one of Natalya’s friends. His name is Oleg and he’s an actor (theatre) here in Moscow.
(My black assymetrical top is from Balenciaga)
The Russians are really a nice, friendly and hospitable bunch.
They’d introduce me to their friends, treat me food/dinners/rides/vodka, invited me to a birthday celebration, brought me to their work places, drive me around town etc. They’re all oh so wonderful and they knew how to take very good care of me.
I can’t believe I’m leaving Moscow in 3 days and the thought of doing so brings tears in my eyes.
Travelling solo has its ups and downs – the ocassional pang of loneliness and homesickness etc. but it’s all worth it in the end.
I get exposed to soo many cultures, see soo many different things, meet all sorts of people from all walks of life.
Bah. I don’t want to be emotional. Last time I’ve checked, I’ve got the soul of a dirty brown bitch and a heart made out of fine
murano glass Italian marble.
Red Square at Night (and Moscow by Day)
Just got back here at the hotel and it’s only friggin 6:12PM. These pictures were taken at around 4 and it’s already fuckin dark. Ugh. Winter eh?
Can you believe it’s only 4 degrees celsius? Apparently this winter is one of Moscow’s warmer winters. By this time the city should be covered in a blanket of snow. Ya gotta blame global warming and old women matronairs who use airspray to keep their fuckin bouffants alive.
Yes, that’s a real monkey I’m holding in his/her winter regalia. Now THIS is real animal abuse, not me and my chinchilla fur; these monkeys must be fuckin freezing their balls off. Where the hell are those PETA fuckers when you need them.
I look sooo pale on that photo. I think it’s the camera flash… it’s too bright. Also, my skin is AWFUL! I haven’t had a facial in about 2 weeks now. I need beautiful skin when I get to Paris. Hell, I NEED cosmetic surgery AND a facial cause I sooo don’t have a fuckin jawline. UGH.
Believe it or not, I saw the SUN for the first (or second) time ever since I got here 2 weeks ago.
(view from my room)
Photos below were taken at Pushkinskaya Square where there’s a political demonstration whatever. It’s election time here in Moscow.
Yeah, like I care about fuckin politics. The only thing I like about politicians are their excesses, wealth and unlimited access to public funds.
I’m 23 years old and I haven’t even registered to vote let alone vote for anyone.
All politicians in my side of the third world are the same – they’re all old and they smell like soil on a rainy day. I should be the president you know… I’ll make my land sooo beautiful the first thing I’ll do is MASS CASTRATION and VASECTOMY for all males over the age of 13 and GENOCIDE just to get rid of all the bad and ugly elements of today’s society.
Everyone heil Bryanboy!