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12:20 am

Roarin Riga

15/12/2005, Riga

Roarin Riga

I got up at 4:30AM earlier this morning, packed my bags and arrived at the airport just in time.

I guess it’s goodbye to all things Scandinavian. Goodbye Sweden. Goodbye Copenhage. Goodbye Scandinavia.

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Hello Eastern Europe. Hello Baltics!

As someone who is addicted to travelling, I’m no stranger when it comes to hotels and resorts.

From the Sanderson Hotel in London (where I booked a massive penthouse to celebrate my 19th birthday party) to the Sheraton Laguna Nusa Dua in Bali (where I spent New Year’s Eve with my Indonesian friends and had an enormous 2-floored suite and my own private pool), I know how to detect good and bad service.

I’m currently here in Riga, Latvia staying at the Ainavas Boutique Hotel.

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I got out of the cab, left my luggage outside the hotel entrance (AKA the sidewalk) and went straight to reception.

I told the girl I want to check-in and I need help with my luggage.

She then gave me this smug look on her face and asked me for my last name.

(THE HOTEL LOBBY IS EMPTY, FYI.)

I wanted to slap the fat blonde receptiobitch, pull her hair, drag her to the ground and spit on her face only a rapist can.

I have 5 huge bags with me. She didn’t acknowledged my request for help with my luggage. There was no doorman/bellhop/nothing.

After 2 or so minutes, I decided to take matters into my own hands and went out of the hotel to carry my bags one by one.

THANK GOD I tipped the taxi driver about 8 Euros – no wonder he watched out for my bags.

He carried all my bags to the lobby and it’s only at that time when the hotel boys arrived.

Fucking slow bitches.

The misery doesn’t even end there.

Once I settled into my room, I called the female receptiobitch and asked whether or not they have internet access.

She said yes, they do have internet access and I need some codes if I have my own laptop.

I told her, ok, will you please send someone to my room so I’ll have those codes?

She said yes.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

15 minutes.

Why are they taking so long?

I read the hotel’s room service menu and decided to call the restaurant so I can place my order.

Nobody picked up the fucking phone after calling them several times. I figured they might be busy so I’ll call them later.

20 minutes. Still no person to help me with my internet problem.

25 minutes.

30 minutes.

I said that’s it. I’m going downstairs and get those codes and borrow a LAN cable.

So I did.

Receptiobitch gave me the codes and the LAN cable.

I went upstairs back to my room and to my dismay, I still have no internet access.

I called reception and a guy answered. He said one of his colleagues will go up to my room in 30 minutes. Since he was there, I complained how nobody at room service is picking up their phone. He said he’ll get the chef to call me.

The chef called after a couple of minutes and it was only at that time that I got to place my order.

UGH! My blood is boiling.

No wonder my European friends asked me "WHY RIGA?" or "WHY LATVIA?" or "IT’S EASTERN EUROPE!". A Swedish acquaintance even said "that’s the 4th world".

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IF YOU’RE GOING TO RIGA, LATVIA, PLEASE, BY ALL MEANS NECESSARY, PLEASE AVOID, AVOID, AVOID THIS HOTEL. You’d be in for a shock.

In fairness to them, their rooms are quite clean and cozy to be honest. They’re not the best but they remind of some hotel rooms in the Philippines.

I also like my courtyard view…

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not sure about the view above it though…

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It was the chef himself who delivered the food to my room. It was scrumptious.

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I’ve been here for about 3 hours and the only thing that has been good so far is the immigrations officer who stamped my passport.

Boy he was hot.

So yes boys and girls, I don’t have internet access in my room.

I’m completely disconnected from the rest of the world.

Thank god there’s an internet cafe (wi-fi) about 50 meters from the hotel.

I’ll sleep early tonight, wake up early tomorrow, roam around, take pictures and fly my ass to Paris. I’m really looking forward to it.

For some strange reason, I’m feeling quite depressed.

I have no idea why.

It’s like, I have this lump on my throat or something.

Hopefully Paris will lift my mood up.

I love you all and I miss you all.

Baboosh!

[pinit]
4:23 am

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax to Death

14/12/2005, Random Cheesemax

Bryanboy Loves… and Random Cheesemax to Death

My sincerest apologies to each and every one of you for not doing a Random Cheesemax post in ages as I have been sailing the seven seas only a solo traveler can.

1. My Copenhagen photo album is up. Click here for photos. I told my gal pal Tina D. earlier than most of my pictures in Copenhagen were taken during the night time because that’s the only time I’m with someone. In response, she told me that all I have to do is to wait for Paris (she’ll arrive on Thursday), we’ll create a spectacle of ourselves and then we’ll camwhore to death.

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2. Someone book me for an impromptu liposuction as soon as I get back. Damn European cold weather fucked my Daria Werbowy weight-to-height proportion. It’s bathing suit season in the friggin third world and the Anorexia Anonymous gang will bawk at the weight gain I suffered in the past month.

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Passport3. Despite the fact that it has the same color as a first-world citizen’s snot, I value these little booklets filled with stickers and stamps as if they’re my birth certificate. I thought I dropped them at the Tivoli Park the other day and I spent no less than 4 hours looking for them (only to realize it’s in the safe).

I swear to god, I would die of shock, awe and horror if I lost my passport. I don’t want to be stuck in this beautiful yet lonely (and cold) city. I’d rather smuggle myself in FedEx boxes, one body part at a time, just to be back in the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives.

4. I’m leaving for Riga, Latvia first thing tomorrow morning. It’s 8:58PM here and my flight departs at 9:35AM. I almost missed my flight from Stockholm to Copenhagen. God knows what time I’ll wake up. I’ll finish this blog post, pack my stuff and get my beauty sleep.

I really need to leave Copenhagen. Please, for the life of god, pray that I get up before 6AM. I really don’t want to miss my flight.

5. I’ve sent far too much stuff via FedEx over the past few years and the only time they failed me is when I sent a package from Moscow to Stockholm. Speaking of which, I most definitely need to come back to Moscow so I can pick up that package. Even for 1 night (which isn’t what I promised my friend Jane.).

I sent a box today to my hotel in Paris which contains William (my white dead fox), a Vuitton bag, my Birkin and a Gucci bag. I figured out that I’m not gonna use them in Riga, Latvia (I’m only there for 2 days) and it’s best to send it straight to the motherland of all things fabulous, Paris.

They better not fail me.

6. I can’t, for the life of god, find my cellphone charger and my Filipino SIM card no wonder I’m incommunicado. I hope I’ll find them when I pack my stuff.

7. OH MY FUCKING GOD. My younger-by-2-hours Olsen twin Hannah (who I promise to marry in a couple of years time provided we have a clause on our prenup that I can have sex with any guy I want without her asking for $$$), is a total nutcase. 

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You’re absolutely right Hannah. Just like what you said, we’re gonna be just like the two of these when we get older.

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8. It’s always polite (and trust me, it doesn’t hurt) to say Goodbye.

(Goodbye.)

9. They better have internet access at my hotel in Riga. Oh god.

10. Bryanboy loves people from San Diego, CA, Stevenage, UK, Reston, VA, Tranbjerg, Denmark, Fort Worth, TX, Berlin, Germany, Benninghofen, Germany, Nashville, TN, Jamaica, NY, Allston, MA, Kingston, ONT Canada, Milan, Italy, Hoevelaken, Gelderland Holland, Summit Argo, IL, Beacon Falls, CT, Assendlse, Roskilde, Denmark and of course, people from Heidelberg, Germany. Bryanboy loves each and every one of you. Identify your asses bitches by saying hi.

And there you have it. I’ll post as soon as I arrive in Latvia.

I love you all.

Baboosh!

[pinit]
4:42 am

Filipino Hospitality

13/12/2005, Copenhagen

Filipino Hospitality

Who would have thought the cleaning ladies assigned to my floor are Filipino?

I went to the supermarket (oh yes) to buy some biscuits and when I got back, there were 3 cleaning ladies in my room.

One of them is Chinese and the other two (below) are from my motherland, the cesspit of the third world… the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives.

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I overheard them talking in Filipino so I chatted them up.

They were complimenting me left and right – they said I’m sooo skinny and nice. The lady on the right thinks I’m a celebrity in the Philippines. I told them NOOOOOOOO!

Then they talked about how I have all these furs and bags and sunglasses and how they loved William (the dead fox).

We chatted for about 10 minutes and they gave me a ton of chocolates and capuccino sachets before leaving.

I met up again with the boys at 6PM for some shopping and dinner. We went to 2 department stores in Copenhagen, Illum and Magasin because most boutiques close early and it’s the department stores that are open late.

I bought some presents for random people, chocolates, a chic alarm clock (Jacob Jensen), a 24pc flatware set (Bodum) and a 3-pc set of serving bowls from Georg Jensen.

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I didn’t asked them to be gift-wrapped cause I’m fedexing them home tomorrow.

Had a nice quiet dinner with the boys. Everyone was tired, including moi.

I’m feeling slightly feverish. Maybe because I haven’t been getting much sleep over the past few weeks. I’ve only been sleeping for an average of 3-5 hours a day. Even my eyes are totally fucked up.

In fact, everything is fucked up.

I haven’t had a facial in a MONTH and I’ve got all these things sprouting on my face. My skin is dry, I haven’t had a decent manicure and my hair is long.

Believe it or not, I’m starting to feel homesick.

Thank god my gal pal Tina D. is flying to Paris this Thursday.

I’ve decided not to go to Berlin anymore (not for just 2 days) so I’m going to Riga, Latvia on Wednesday for 2 nights… then it’s gonna be Paris galore starting Friday.

I can’t wait.

Cute guys, fantastic shopping, gastronomic delights, gorgeous scenery, everything!

YES HANNAH, I’LL TRY TO MEET THAT BOGOSS GUY FROM DIALH.COM, THE ONE THAT YOU LIKE.

Going back to Filipino hospitality…

When I got back to the room at around 8:30PM, there’s this HUGE plate of fruit waiting for me near my desk.

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I thought that was very kind and sweet of them to do.

I’m touched.

More updates later.

Baboosh!

[pinit]
3:18 pm

Straight Eye For The Queer Guy

12/12/2005, Copenhagen

Straight Eye For The Queer Guy

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Imagine being the only complete fag and hanging out with 4 absolutely macho, 6-foot-plus, straight men.

God I love Sebastian… and his friends, Rasmus, Martin and Uli.

They sure do know how to cheer a guy up.

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They came to my hotel at 8PM and rescued me from the wrath of loneliness and boredom. We all went to the Tivoli Amusement Park (for free!!!!!!!) which is right in front of my hotel.

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They made me try this beverage – I don’t know what it is – but it’s like a fruity tea (with raisins, nuts etc) with alcohol in it. It’s quite nice actually.

We strolled around the park for about an hour then we went to a cafe to have more drinks.

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We also went around Nyhavn. Unfortunately, most places in Copenhagen are closed on a Sunday so we went to this pub where Rasmus’ (the blonde guy) friend works. They bought me a glass of beer which is brewed especially for the Christmas season. I have to say it’s the first time I had beer in YEARS and it actually tasted quite nice.

Screw being fat – I never say no to alcohol.

They even showed me what HELL looks like. To these guys, a public toilet in Nyhavn is HELL. I was like, it’s not even hell to me. They obviously haven’t been to a public toilet (or any toilet whatsoever) in the third world.

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After 2 trips to 7-11, cheap Danish hotdogs (I had 4 hotdogs!!!) and a ton of Vodka and fake sprite, we decided to just hang around in my room cause there was nowhere else to go.

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That blonde woman on the picture has this teeny little voice and she sounds like a mouse. She claims she’s from Nashville, TN though the boys said she’s probably a cheap hooker.

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Cheerleader

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I had a nice time with these guys.

It’s amazing how we probably have little in common but they were all nice and treated me like a real person regardless of our differences – i.e. I like boys, they like mussels. 

Sadly, you never see that kind of bonding in the third world… at least where I live.

I’ll never forget what Rasmus said (he’s the smartest one) – we’re all gonna die of bird flu.

Baboosh!

[pinit]
6:37 pm

Cryanboy, Love Me, Video Surprise, Stockhome Excess

11/12/2005, Copenhagen, Loneliness, Love Life, Scandinavia, Stockholm

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NOTE: BEFORE YOU READ THIS POST, I WANT YOU TO DOWNLOAD THIS TRACK SO YOU CAN FEEL THE INTENSITY OF WHAT I’M FEELING.

Download gettingclosermp3.mp3

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.

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(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!!!!)

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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.

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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.

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(Bryangirl in the making. She’s only 16 months old. Thanks Sharon!)

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(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.)

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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.

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Here’s a big one from Singapore. Bryanboy LOVES EACH AND EVERYONE of you.

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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 bryanboy@gmail.com.

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.

Video Surprise

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.

Stockhome Excess

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!!!!

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Ok, ok, I know she’s gorgeous. Her chinchilla is better than mine though. I love you NAOMI!

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Baboosh!

[pinit]
3:58 am

Holiday Fling

11/12/2005, Copenhagen

Holiday Fling

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.

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I went to the shower after getting up and when I came out of the bath, he served breakfast – 2 red Danish hotdogs.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

Whatever.

Wish me luck tomorrow. I’ll most definitely have tears… perhaps not on the outside, but definitely inside.

Baboosh!

[pinit]
7:30 pm

Cool Copenhagen

10/12/2005, Copenhagen

Cool Copenhagen

Yes, I made the flight yesterday. I’m here in Copenhagen all safe and sound. In fact, I just got up from a good night out.

Meet Jakob, the "sick, Swedish kid" I was talking about.

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He got here by train about an hour after I did. I guess that’s what nice about these Nordic countries, they’re all connected to each other by various means – train, plane, slow boat etc.

Rememeber Sebastian from my November 20, 2005 post?

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I rang him up yesterday, rescued me and Jakob from getting lost and introduced me to his roommates and friends, who are mostly German and American.

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Just because I’m surrounded by straight boys it doesn’t mean I have to stop posing.

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We went to 2 places yesterday – Pan Club and Heidi’s (not sure of the spelling).

I LOVED Heidi’s. It’s very cozy, VERY German, VERY packed and they play the cheesiest tunes ever – think 70s/80s/early 90s pop.

They even have this foam machine OUTSIDE the bar that spits out fake snow.

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All I can say is, it’s nice to wake up with someone beside you, not just empty paper bags and the stench of room service leftovers.

More updates later.

Baboosh!

[pinit]
6:50 pm

Stureplan!

09/12/2005, Stockholm

Stureplan

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.

Chinchilla

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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.

Baboosh!

[pinit]
12:21 am

Glam It Up! Sayonara Stockholm.

09/12/2005, Uncategorized

Glam it up! Sayonara Stockholm!

It’s my last night in Stockholm today. Did my last minute shopping, got my chinchilla fixed (again), after some damn coat check person mishandled my fragile little thing. Can’t believe the repair was cheap though… it was just minor sewing on the pelt, cost me about US$40. Gotta love Nordic countries and the wide availability of fur repair shops.

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I also went to Gucci and bought a pair of sunglasses. Love, love, love them. Gorgeous.

My skin looks hideous though. It’s been a month now since I last had a facial and microdermabrasion. I also need a haircut, color and highlights.

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After Copenhagen I’ll hit Berlin. For 2 days. December 12 – December 14. If you’re from Berlin or know anyone from Berlin, hit me up! Email bryanboy@gmail.com.

I’m gonna get ready. I’ll update later.

Baboosh!

[pinit]
9:31 am

Welcome to Stockholm

08/12/2005, Stockholm

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.

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(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.

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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.

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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.

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(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.

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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.

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(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!

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She’s with her friends, a lesbian, a gay guy and a presumable straight girl.

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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.

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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!

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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.

SICK.

But fun.

Hah!

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.

Baboosh!

[pinit]