No more psychopaths, binge drinking and 5am kfc in 2012

Hello lovers and enemies!

I just finished watching American horror story season 1 and grandma is singing chinese opera in the living room. I got this urge to tell her that Im a hormonal teenager in sweatpants every time her food enters my stomach and I LIKE IT. Justin Bieber is squeaking All I want for xmas on my playlist and I wanna sleep with that evil ghost on that horror show. 2011, I know that I have been naughty this year but I also never laughed this hard or cried this deep so please forgive me and let me continuing being the fucktard I am. Let me sleep 8h per night, be peaceful, loved, hated, wanted and most importantly free. Thats all I want for myself in 2012. AND more surprise hugs from behind!

Happy New Year

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxo

I get no sleep

Its been more than a month back in Asia and I still don't feel like I live here. I wanna experience a normal day where you have breakfast at 7.30am and leave work at 5pm. Bed at 11pm would be a exotic experience as well. My few but good friends here make fun of me and says that my flat looks like a bachelors pad with empty san pellegrino glass bottles lying around. Thats the base of my food pyramid btw, bubble water. Once there were no water in the pipes and I desperately washed my hair with that water. I felt like a new age ghetto cleopatra.

I'm at the airport for the freaking million times again, flying to see my grandma for the new years eve. Im so tired I feel like I got no juice left. If I am hitting the wall let it be a glam one with green pebbles on it. I have always loved green pebbles.

we are pigs

took the train over to shenzhen yesterday evening for the pageant reunion, after 6 yrs I never felt better about leaving the entertainment business. being the odd one among the decked out girls with squeaky voice at the bar on the 101 floor at the newly opened St Regis and the only rescue was the nicotine vices. Just to piss them off more I started to chain smoke and rolled up my arm sleeves to flash the tip of my ink. Luckily all the boring ones left and it was me, ime, sean n peter left. The rest is history. I don't have much memory from what exactly happened but I do rmba Peter cutting the kfc burgers with a scissor and telling me that Sean is a perv, sean not letting me and peter hit on each other and us painting seans face after he passed out on the sofa. I kicked sean out of the bed after he tried to rape my feet and he took his revenge by turning on the electrical blanket to the max.

Merry xmas everyone.

confessions on a Wednesday night

i fall too fast, crash too hard, forgive too easy and cares too much.

well no one is perfect.

singapore encore

I'm back where it all started, ended and started. i guess that every beginning is just a beginning of the end. i landed in singapore on friday and it was straight to the whisky jar. saturday was not on the healthy side either. this mornin. we went for a sail trip on the daytime and later at night i found myself in some shade bar watching overweighed white expats doing "jäger trains". nate that has been dissing me ever since we met/dated/partied has been a perfect host, not lifting an eyebrow when his male colleagues is telling me that they wanna take me home as late night snack. i don't know why guys thinks that i would be different any other cool girl they met. I'm no special, no one is. I'm just a tired cocktease that got too many stories in my diary. I'm tired. exhausted. another sip of this drink and i will vaporize into thin air.

besides getting caught with your heel under a taxi wheel and taking off you panties in a public place, i guess i didn't made too much damage this wknd.

got a presentation tomo at 10am. sayonara suckers. I'm brewing valerian tea. HA.

oops i did it again.

at my dads place now and going to singapore tomo!

more to update. but yeah I've been a bad bad girl.

fail harder

woke up at 7am and had the biggest mother headache this city ever beheaded. had a french breakfast and went for my meeting at Wieden Kennedy. Major fail there! I didn't know if they were pitching me or me pitching them, their office is a twisted universe and I m just a fallen star. can you see that I'm on the red now? Locksmith is sitting opposite me showing me his greatest work, and it is major. he writes like a snake in the damp tropics and I want to offer myself as the ultimate sin. if eva didn't meet adam will an ant fall in love with a cat? Locksmith is playing an song called that. I throw my keys down to him from my kitchen earlier and the man opened the wrong door with it and went all the way up. Isn't everything twisted? Im just a twisted girl in a twisted world. Go n hang urself Emilia.

over n out.