Inhale. Exhale.

I lost my creditcard. Maybe it's a sign.

xx

Sundays are for confessions

I put ice-cream on fries, smell your neck when you are asleep, mix pinot noir with valium, talks to much, eat too many pizzas, smoke too many cigarettes, should flirt more, think less, get a "real" job and let you burn in a car.

Black Bones from Rhett Dashwood on Vimeo.

Song: Black Bones
Artist: Teenagersintokyo
Director / Producer: Rhett Dashwood
Cinematographer: Ari Wegner
Editing: The Butchery
Post Production: Digital Pictures

bite the bullet

just like you said Itai!

Besides biting the bullet, eating the dirt and not being able to do anything vertically I got my frickin period today. All the gentlemen can cover the ears and stop reading from here (Aaron you can continue you pervo). I was having breakfast/lunch with AJ and than suddently it felt like the "water broke", wtf its way too early but at least now I know why the sudden pmsing and Ben n Jerrys 3 o'clock in the morning. But holy shit(or maybe should I say blood?) 5 min after I managed to find a tampon I got nose blood. AJ thought it would be a good idea to use the tampon in my noose as well. Now I need to go and pick up my tennis racket, get a nice bottle of Pinot Noir( Happy thanksgiving you puff!) and stock up on XL tampax.

Btw. I never thought chastity, celibacy and obedience could be so mouth-watering hot. Vatican city here I come. Amen!

Religion is so underrated

its how you scrape the sides its how you scrape the sides its how you scrape the sides

soooooooooooooooooooo, today was very relaxing. my body pumped ful of benzodiazepine and nicotine, walking around in pyjamas while holding a bale of toilet paper and three tennis rackets.

I thought you would be like Arnaud minus the sex part. I am just using it to cover up my real issues. "Everyone got issues" a tarot lady told me.

Apparently there is something wrong with my head.

Daul hanged herself and I am sad

F*CK

I dont know if u guys noticed, I made a mistake and deleted the source of my pictures in the blog...like all of them! I m so sorry but lately its been very stressful and I hardly have time to think things through before doing it. I think I should go and sleep for three days non-stop and than maybe I could start being productive again.

However here is a eye candy. Hope it makes up for all the nice pics I used to have here. Enjoy

less I do more tired I become

i hate this place because it will never be like in the video of smashing pumpkins' 1979.

i hate this place because the few good friends i got here is atleast 15min of cabbing away.

i hate this place because walking home 5am on a sunday does not exist.

i hate this place because when someone say jump you should say how high.

i hate this place because i have become too familiar with this unberable distance between us.

the sart

the sartorialist

Came across this picture today and thought this is true friendship between two women.

muy bien muy bien

9.32pm

Chinese tourist on the beach. Photo by Kaimei

All my strings are broken, thats how it feels like when it just rains all day long. And I realized that I m way too addicted to caffeine and nicotine, this morning I had a urge to dip a fag in black coffee, shoved it up my ass and light it. Thats how bad it is, all the time. Tomorrow I got a important meeting almost in frickin Indonesia, I will bring a gun with me. Do need to worry, I am a mean bitch with ADHD.

over n out

its a mindset

More than cool

god natt amerika

Yo! I m here with AJ next to me, he is about to gag and I m mega sober. We are drinking buddies.

Now he fell asleep on the sofa with a half dould cheese in his hand.

I love live blogging. More on the Obama in SG issue tomorrow.....NOT. Seriously

A big shout out to Itai that thinks there should be a yellow pages for booty calls.

'we r just a bunch of flies sitting on a big dump of shit'

I am sitting in the library (yes Aaron, can you believe it) doing my thang, which is fucking up my restlessness even more. How the heck is that even possible you might think, what the feck, I am clueless. This morning I had a gynecologist check up, apparently my ovary is the finest thing on this planet and super fertile, not just I-m-26-years-old and please-have-a-baby-with-me-fertile but more like ready to squeeze out a baby if there would be a sperm in a miles away fertile. This is the second time a professional pussy person told me that. She also did all kind of STD test on me because I told her I stepped on a used needle in a rehab clinic for Filipino ladyboys, she didn’t look very convinced but I gave her nearly 500SGD so I guess she could even through in a bottle of champagne too. I went to bed late again, mum told me that between midnight and one o’clock is the time when Yin changes to Yan and it is advisable to be in bed. I can’t agree more, last night J-F did my horoscope and later on, I believe it was exactly when Yin went to Yang and the planets shifted and some outer space crack smoking alien took a big dump on our existence because not long after midnight we were standing out on the street screaming at each other. He was so angry with me he made me feel like a little girl, dude, don’t take me wrong, I was pissed like hell but he seemed to be equipped with adult arguments and I was just the angry mega bitch from hell. It was weird because it was the kind of argument I would have with AJ not some random friend Mmaybe not so random after all. Itai said I should make up with him, so I sent him an sms saying that I got some really cool ultrasound snaps of my uterus and he is welcome to check it out or colored it…or something. Gawd, I really need to get out of this place more.

r u in?

cause I m so in! Today is a busy day, last night I got a email saying something about breaking into my mums flat in sthlm because the guy that rent the place forgot to give his key to the polish workers( me n Chen was very worried about the quaity of their work). I m so dizzy I don´t even know what I just wrote. I need to go n get ready. Thats my line.

Liebe für alle

Julie left today, we spent her last day here in Little India, eating with our hands, buying sari and getting henna done. The henna place was a spa/brothel thing, so we called Bryan and Timothy to come and check it out. The boys drove us to the airport, I hate airports, it reminds me of all the trips I had to take when I was leaving either my mum or dad...mostly dad.

Cliff came for dinner tonight and it's hilarious how fucked up we are.

Peace

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11.13pm

Street poetry

very tired. but I made it home. was in town the whole day. it was so cold indoor(fucking AC orgy) I went into Zara and to "try on" a faux fur while my phone was charging in the Apple store next by. excellent urban survival skills.

Vice

One divine mustache

I got this thing for men in mustache. Last night I took Itai n Julie to Supperclub, and it was what Itai calls it "the kiddie porn source material". A girl was giving oralsex to another girl standing on the 2ND floor of the club and when my very sophisticated friend Jean-Francois walked pass them, one of the girl jumped on him and I m not sure but I think he went to wash his face after that wet incident. Anyways, about the mustache. Man...just when we were about to leave, in comes 10 European gigolo looking men in smoking and mustache. I said this before, and I will have to emphasis it again, pussy never lies. I had a vagina-awakening. It was like all the problems on this planet just disappeared and I could feel this warm heatwave passing through my body. God, I love to be a woman.

uuurk

two double cheese with 9 chicken nuggets and fried halloumni and nasi goreng. I m defeated. Now, a nap.
yesterday had no mercy on me.

lugnet före stormen

babelfish that suckers. gotta go n meet up some foreign fuckers. oh yeah they wanna "party", I don´t know what they mean but I will do my best. No prisoners or lameos. Promise. YO YO YO!

meltdown

Alexander McQueen for kids

i have been sick in bed for three days now, don't know exactly what it is only that my body aches and I fall asleep everywhere and the headache! God, the headache of the size of this world. Last night I got facebook mail from a swedish/chinese woman that says that she knows my mother and that she also knows I am in Singapore...plus that some Francois told her if she wanna play tennis she should contact my AJ. WTF? Not until this morning I cleared things up, all I have to say is that we live in a small world. Let's just stop getting know each other cause we problably already met on some unimportant places...

oh fuck the headache is coming back. sayonara fuckers.

2 days to play, 5 days for recovering

It was a very very cruel weekend I have behind me, the D&G opening on friday followed by a not as glamorous club experience on saturday...some randon slutty expat girl insisted on a place called Livingroom, later to my surprise(I should know better by now) I found myself in a livingroom full of whores.

The D&G party that the whole fashion crowd in this town is praising was nothing more than it should be; free champagne, some celebrities that I was too tired to be aware of and useless photographers that uses the wrong flash for the right occasion. I tried to pimp out Cliffs pal Jean to some random girl that Jean showed some interest in, later on I saw the same girl on the cover of some fashion magazine. Apparently some local singer/model/actress...u know the old story. However, I was very satisfied with my sicilian widow outfit. Nothing more sexy than a woman in a full-buttoned shirt and bowtie. Clifford had too much bubbles on a empty stomach, so he had to retire before midnight. But that didn't stop him from dragging me to a costume party in a catholic church turned into a club the next day, too bad the rest of the evening was runied by sluts in stomach shirts that said GUESS.

I had to write 'motherfucker' on my loves forehand after he passed out on sunday morning just to make sure that I m still the bitch he felt in love with. Anyone that is interested in a picture of the incident can buy the photo by deposit 5USD into my paypal account.

laters!