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 firstname.lastname@example.org. I’ll be here until Friday afternoon.
Fashion! Turn to the left. Fashion! Turn to the right. Ooooooo Fashion! We are the goon squad and we’re coming to town. Beep-beep!
I picked up a copy of a old W magazine (November) with Kate Moss on the cover. I love, love this photo. Chanel couture (probably) and gorgeous handbags on prepubescent boys.
I’m sooo bored and I got inspired to do this.
Obviously my long distance fag hag (who was about to quit on me for sleeping with an old man… BTW, she only wants me to sleep with true blue ARYANS) can do it good.
There goes my trip to Milan. I’m sooo fucking gullible.
I’m supposed to go to Milan, Italy this Friday for a splurging trip of a lifetime yet I got persuaded by some sick Swedish kid (ok, not really a kid, he’s like 6-foot-whatever-giant) to hang out in Copenhagen.
Oh I don’t know.
I’m scared… and excited at the same time.
Why am I doing this?
Why have I chosen to meet some Swedish kid instead of hitting Via Montenapoleone, Via della Spiga, Via Sant Andrea, Via Manzoni, Via Borgospesso and Via Santo Spirito?
All it took was a couple of hours of talk and this guy (who has the same Chanel sunglasses as I do), changed my mind about Milan.
Why oh why oh why?
I’m crazy. That’s why.
I went to NK, this Swedish department store today and took a look at Hermes. I ended up buying a nice bracelet (this color is very rare).
Copenhagen, here I come!