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!

Brazil

I see 1968, beautiful tanned women in vintage Missoni, tuna tartare..wait no, I meant award winning hors dourves and champagne served in coupes.



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