5:18AM

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:

So yeah…

If you know of anyone in the Stockholm area that would like to hang around with me, please, by all means, email bryanboy@gmail.com. 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)

Baboosh!

Mille-Feuille

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.

*sigh*

Baboosh!

Sweet Stockholm

It’s 4:18PM here in Stockholm and I just checked in at the hotel.

Fuck, it’s already dark outside.I have this nagging feeling that I’m soo gonna love Stockholm.

Why?

The moment you get out of the plane gates, you’ll see an abundance of famous Swedes plastered on the wall. One thing that striked me most is one of my favourite models, Mini Anden.

Hello, fashion.

Even the immigration officer things I’m beautiful. I gave him my passport, all he asked me was "are you here on vacation?" I said yes, but I’m here to shop. Then I saw his eyes move from my passport to William (my oversized dead fox scarf with a head) which I placed on the counter. He winked at me and said "enjoy your stay".

HELL YEAH I’LL DEFINITELY ENJOY MY STAY.

As soon as I’ve checked in to the hotel, there’s this Danish guy (blonde) who helped me out with my luggage to my room. He’s sooo adorable… and he’s very chatty, asking me if it’s my first time at the hotel, told me that Stureplan is just near, even gave me a cord for high speed internet connection. Then he said something about his life story how he’s also new here in Stockholm (he moved from Denmark).

So go figure.

I have something to talk about later; I just need to freshen up, wash my face and trim my finger nails.

I’m definitely going clubbing tonight, whether YOU like it or NOT.

EVEN IF I DON’T KNOW A SINGLE SOUL IN THIS CITY.

And yes, I had one of the BEST fucks in my life – in Moscow.

I’ll tell you more later.

Including the juicy stuff.

Baboosh!

P.S. If you’re in/near Stockholm and would like to rescue me from chronic boredom, please email me, bryanboy@gmail.com. I need to buy a Swedish sim card for my phone, too.

Soccer Practice

If you think I’m the gayest gay that ever gayed in mankind, wait until you see the gayest gay that gayed in a video. A friend from Vienna emailed me a link and trust me, it pretty much made my day. Click here to play the video.

Evgenia sorta looks like that guy. Except he’s 32, had light stubble, bigger arms/chest and eyeglasses. 

(BTW, thanks for the butter tip; I got the ring off my finger!)

Baboosh!

I’m in Pain

I decided to stay in last night. I slept at around 10PM, got up at 4AM (which is 2 hours ago).

Thing is, when I got up, one of my fingers hurt like hell. I looked at it and thought, "shit, it’s the fucking ring"

I tried to take the ring off and I couldn’t. The finger got swollen throughout the night.

I hate it when this happens.

I mean, it’s a cheapo ring.

I don’t want this ring to be stucked on my finger for the rest of my life. For god’s sake, It’s not even fuckin cubic zirconia. 

Had it been a US$2.5 million Graff ring, hell I wouldn’t sit here and complain.

But it’s a US$3 ring that I got from Hong Kong.

Help me. Please.

I tried to do all sorts of stuff – I relaxed, put some lotion on my finger, etc etc etc. Nothing worked!

Email bryanboy@gmail.com ASAP or post a comment on this site.

Baboosh!

Sobered Up

It’s 1:51PM and I’ve sobered up my act. I’m having room service lunch.

God. I am soo tempted to delete the ARGHH post.

But I won’t.

(first time to have sex since I did the HIV test… who the HELL am I fooling?)

hahahahahahhaha

Fuck, we’re all adults anyway… and that includes my parents and my family members.

You know what’s even funny, I haven’t spoken to my parents (on the phone) in about 10 days. I’m soo embarassed to call them after everything on my blog. HAHAHAHA. I’m sure they don’t care but I’m not completely shameless.

I’ll call them when I get to Stockholm. I promise.

Wednesday Night

Yesterday was rather fun.

I met up with Nataly at around 7:30PM at this cafe called "KofiTim" aka Coffee Time on Tverskaya (right beside Piramida). Met up with one of her friends (who is a math teacher) for some gin tonic, sushi, tea, etc.

We went to Restaurant NOA to meet Jane for dinner. I had scallops – they’re sooo huge… and delicious. Jane had some sort of black spaghetti. The food at NOA is good; in fact, one of their restaurant chefs cooks for Jane’s family once or twice a week at their house.

Apres-NOA, Nataly and moi went to this bar called "12 Volt". I’ve been here a couple of times last year. There were soo many people there. Although technically it’s a gay bar, there were a shitload of lesbians and a handful of straight couples.

(She’s a lesbian. she’s nice, believe it or not. She fancies her straight girl friend, the red head behind me on the 2nd pic)

Nataly’s friend (the Evgenia guy) arrived and ooooh he’s soo cute.

Perhaps "cute" isn’t the right word to describe him. He was absolutely fit, not too muscular… think of swimmer’s bodies. He had short dark hair (I like guys with short dark hair) and nice eyes. Ugh.. he’s just nice.

It’s funny cause he could BARELY speak English.

Nataly was right – language should never be a barrier when it comes to good ol shagging.

Heck, if blind or deaf people can do it so can I.

I don’t think I’d want to meet him again though. Not this year at least… perhaps maybe next year when I come back to Moscow again.

Ugh. Enough of this faggot nonsense.

Nataly invited me to go to her university’s party at this club tonight. I think I’m going there. I mean, hey, it’s not common for a third world Filipino slut get invited to Russian university parties eh?

More updates to follow later.

I need to be fabulous and clean again. I need to shower off this third-party testosterone stench on my skin.

I love you all.

Baboosh!

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Oh. my. fucking. God.

Oh I fucking hate it.

Oh Jesus Mary mother of Christ.

Ugh.

Since this is my blog (aka my personal, online, "dear diary", I’m gonna open up like the honest BITCH that I am and say what’s coming out from my head/heart/ass.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Words cannot express my fuckin anger.

Ugh. I can’t believe I didn’t took pictures of him.

My friend Natalya, being the pimp that she is (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA), introduced me to one of her gay friends.

His name is Evgenia (like my friend Jane… that’s her real name but Evgenia, pronounced as "Jhhhhaneya" or "John-ya"), he’s fuckin 32, soooo muscular, have very short dark hair (just the way I like it), some light stubble, (like Dima), about 6-foot-2, have soooo super strong arms and rock-hard abs…

UGH!!!

I CAN’T BELIEVE HE DIDN’T HAVE A CONDOM WITH HIM.
(SHIT, I CAN’T BELIEVE I DIDN’T HAVE A CONDOM WITH ME.)

As someone who had experienced a shitload of crap just to have an HIV test earlier this year (thank god I CAME OUT as fuckin NEGATIVE…. since then, I’ve never had sex…), I’m sooo fucking scared to have sex cause of the whole HIV/AIDS thing — I hope you know where I stand on this;  I want to be fuckin 75 years old and wear Oscar de la Renta… I don’t want to be HIV-positive and have the face of death right in front of myeyes.

Anyway…we kissed, we wanked each other off, we hugged, i blew him, we did all sorts of stuff except anal cause we both didn’t have condoms… I mean, shit, I didn’t expect this really… I’m not a sexual person… I’m more of a cock-teasing bitch… just look, be looked at, but no touch. HAHAHAHAH

(REMEMBER KIDS – NEVER DO ANYTHING PENETRATIVE UNLESS YA HAVE RUBBER – YOU MIGHT CATCH A DISEASE YOU’LL REGRET FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE)

So yeah…

blatttttttttt…. (I can’t believe I’m speaking Russian)

we did the deed (but nothing pentrative), chatted for about 30 minutes and I told him I want to go to sleep – he told me he has to go home as well.

ok.

Ugh

Oh, before I go to bed, can I just say…

DAVID MCCULLOUGH, THE GUY I HAD SEX WITH TODAY LOOKS ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE YOU EXCEPT HE DOESN’T HAVE ISSUES WITH HIS SEXUALITY (UNLIKE YOU **DID**). IT’S FUNNY HOW HE’S GOT EYEGLASSES (AND SO DID YOU)… OH I STILL (SORRY BABE) HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU BUT WE HAVE OUR OWN SEPARATE WORLDS.

bah,.

to cut the story short, this guy I just did tonight sorta looks like this guy I had the hots for about 3 years ago…

Anyway, I think I’d rather sleep.

For now.

I’m so drunk and my mouth smells like his crotch. I need to wash my face and brush my teeth.

Baboosh!

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!!!!

Piramida

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.

Seriously.

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!

Baboosh!

Bryan the Lap Dog

From now on, I’m going to sit on people’s laps like a cheap hooker. That’s my new thing of the moment.

Nataly invited me to her gay best friend’s (Alex/Alexey) birthday dinner yesterday and boy I had so much fun. I mean, it’s not really common for somebody from the Philippines get invited to a Russian birthday party. LOL

The birthday boy and moi

The birthday boy and Nataly

It was at this simple and cozy place called "Yolki-Palki", a chain of restaurants offering home-style Russian food.

I had sooo much vodka and booze to the point where my face, my neck and my chest got soo red and flushed. I wasn’t surprised by the amount of vodka everyone had… they pretty much drink vodka like water – this is Russia afterall!

Everyone was warm and friendly. It felt as if I knew them for ages even though I only met them yesterday.

OK, OK… I was being the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives’ official department of tourism representative. I fed these Russians wonderful stories about my homeland in the deepest, darkest cesspit of the third world. Hopefully some of them will go to the Philippines. Who knows. India and Egypt seems to be a popular destination for Russians because they, too, have this visa-visa-everywhere problem.

Anyway, it really was a nice night without pretense.  No talk of material things, fashion, luxury, wealth etc.

After last night, shit, I realized that it’s actually so much fun to be in the real world living the simple life.

But for now, I need to cure my hangover, file my nails and take my anti-anxiety pills.

Baboosh!

P.S. Just a reminder: December 1, 2005 is the First International Armpit Hair Shaving Day. Read more about it here. Please email me, bryanboy@gmail.com, a picture of your face and your hair-free pits. The best picture will win an award – a vintage double dildo with dog excrement skid marks.

Sundays Are Gay Days

It’s Monday, 10:38AM and I just got up about half hour ago. I came back at the hotel at around 4:30.

Not too shabby for a Sunday night out.

Yesterday was fun – I even went to an Ukrainian restaurant. I wish I took my camera with me.

Here are pics from my quest (well, yesterday’s quest) for mixed-race cosmonauts.

Watcha lookin at? Hump me Sergey, hump me!

Dima’s eyes are soo soo sexy… you know, like little miss stoner pothead eyes. Love, love, love em.

He’s sooo lovely.

I’m taller than this guy but look how his arms are twice the size of mine.

Vova and I have this little whistle thing THING. He’s soo adorable.

Lesbians

Now that you’ve seen me flit from one boy’s lap to another (i’m telling you, it won’t be long until I become a pregnant mother fucker – I fucking have mixed-raced half-white, half-iced-cafe-latte cosmonauts swimming inside my tummy now), it’s time to show some female action.

That’s Natalya from Ukraine.

Jane dolled up and piled on my designer goodies like a proper bitch. I LOVE IT. Yes, they were purposely done in a in-your-face, distateful manner on a Novi Ruski can do. Click here for an in-depth article about Novi Ruskis by The Times Newspaper UK.

To quote Simon Mills:

"You can spot a bunch of holidaying Novi Ruskis at 200 yards. It’s not just their brusque, bear-baiting mannerisms or the linguistic glottal-stopping. The men are portly, and look like plutonium salesmen with terrible taste in swimwear; the women sport an affluent effluence of logos, diamanté-studded accessories, metallic belts and the sort of vertiginous shoes that make the debt-set dollies of Cheshire look sartorially restrained."

Jane, being my friend and all, had to do the infamous Bryanboy pose. Hahahaha!

Mark oh Mark

I met up again with one of my first Russian friends, Mark. He now lives in South Russia and took a train just to see me in Moscow.

Not only he’s changed physically (he lost weight, he’s got long hair, he’s got facial hair), his life also changed tremendously.

Our conversations were really deep and heavy… how his life has been so good last year and how it’s been worse this year: he lost his flat, his father disowned him, some of his friends passed away… ugh.. his stories were quite scary.

Remember Natasha from last year? Click here for last year’s post.

Apparently she passed away this year. Mark and Sergey were unclear on how she died (their English aren’t perfect and they couldn’t find the right English word, however, they said something about her brain/head etc) so I assumed it was due to a brain tumor.

To The Club

Mark, Sergey, me and Nataly went to Propaganda yesterday (YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE THE WORD "PROPAGANDA" AND HOW EVERY FUCKIN CITY IN THIS PLANET HAVE A BAR OR CLUB CALLED "PROPAGANDA") because it was gay night.

Yes, they let us in this time.

No, there wasn’t any face control.

No, we all didn’t look gay.

OK, I looked pretty gay.

(Duh! What straight man would wear a Dior hat, a Marc Jacobs cardigan, a RED striped t-shirt from Urban Outfitters, a Chanel belt and a dead fox draped on his body?)

Apparently the woman in the middle is a famous Russian star. I have absolutely no idea on who she is.

I know I need to lose 15 more pounds. It’s NOT fun to be a heavyweight champion you know.

Dontcha just hate taking pictures inside a gay club and all these men in their finest (or rather not-so-finest) wifebeaters act as a backdrop? Ugh.

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax

#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Ulsan, Korea, Kew, VIC Australia, Melbourne, Australia, San Diego, CA, Nashville, TN, Oxford, United Kingdom, Pudu, Malaysia, Calgary, AB Canada, Toronto, ONT Canada, Kangkar, Sinapore, Taipei, Taiwan, Mortdale, NSW Australia, all the lovely people from MOCKBA, Russia and of course, my hometown – the national capital of the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives, Manila, Philippines!!!!

#2 – If you’re in Manila, have you bought a copy of Fudge Magazine yet? Please buy a copy of Fudge AND MEGA Magazines. I got a text message from Tanya (thanks babe) that I’ve got a photo there or some sort (Mega). Buy a copy bitches, scan the page with my photo on it, email it to me and I will forever be indebted to you. I wanna see if I look pretty there or not.

#3 – I’m going to STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN this Saturday. I gotta buy some furniture and say hello to Scandinavia. If you’re in/near Stockholm (or know anyone in Stockholm) and would like to rescue me from feeling the effects of being a lonely planet solo flight traveler (aka being lonely and miserable), please EMAIL me – bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492. Let’s have coffee. or a drink. YOUR TREAT. Hahahahaha! Because I’m soo damn poor now.

#4 – BRYANBOY LOVES SINGAPOREANS!!! I’m telling each and every one of you bitches… I am soo goin to Singapore early next year. Heck, you better give me a a shitload of cigarettes and chewing gum to celebrate my arrival. I love you all!

#5 – Mike B. from Tampa, Florida says it all.

Keep the love coming bitches. I need some FOOD!

As always, you know where to contact me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS my Moscow mobile number, +7-926-437-6332.

SMS Messages are fucking cheap. Don’t just sit there and do NOTHING. Grab your mobile phone and tell me you love me.

I love you all.

Baboosh!