Omg it is so hot. And we are pretty un-organised, haha. Dunno if the beach is happening today, supposedly you get stabbed or have your teeth kicked out on Melbourne beaches during New Years Eve. Bummer. So plan B seems to be roof top hang. Thunderstorms are however excepted later tonight and a roof would not be the ultimate place to be.
So its either stabbed or struck by lighting.. Im pretty excited.
35 degrees, ladies and gentlemen! Boo-yah. Im intensely working on my tan. Not because im a tanosaurus, but see-through/purple skin doesnt really work with the aussie summer babe look im settling into at the moment.
We are on our way to picknick. Our favoruite japanese, books, tunes and sunscreen. But heres a sample of the good life.
Haha.
One of our many stops to the servo. Servo guys missed us. Were keepin the business running with our ice cream and juice purchases.
.. and these days cat food! The Eden house’s latest edition, KITTY KAT!
We had lunch at Stuarts mom yesterday, she lives 2 min from the beach. Fuck yes, please.
Love that its “bad weather” but Im walking out in flip flops (god forgive me but unpacking is a later mission) and mini skirt!
Btw, what is the worlds cutest kitten doing in our livingroom? :O
FAIL! FAIL! Ok, first off.. I read my itinenary wrong! I realise this sippin coffee at home one hour before my flight departures. I freak out so bad I cant call a cab cause of the shakes!
Anyway I do make it on time after hustling my cab driver to speed race. But my plane is ofcourse delayed. So delayed that my flight from London to Melbourne leaves without me. HONESTLY! I paid extra to not have those nightmare-waits inbetween flights. So this already fucking horrible flight just reached shithouse climax.
Partying n chillin at Heathrow Airport: 10 hours. London>Singapore: 10 hours. Singapore>Melbourne: 10 hours. Happiest niggah under the sun? Thats me.
Ps, sorry for being such a whinging sourpuss.
Promise to smalj soon. Pa-pa-pa-pokahface.
Ps2, I mean it is pretty fucked that the airports in Europe have been compleetely fucked the last couple of days cause of this snow kaos.. But how fucked is that heaps of people have been freezin to death? 2009? Feel like a bit of a dick : (
Even tho Im still in stupid London. And I have the worst part ahead of me. Starting to wonder if I ever had a life before Terminal 3.
Peace
/ Frustrated Dick.
So I recently sent off my man in a cab to the airport. Yes, we are both leaving today n arriving tomorrow but not the same flight. Im going via Hong Kong and Stuart via Dubai. Worst.
To be honest, I feel like quite the wreck. I don’t know if its my two hours of sleep or if I really am experiencing separation anxiety. I was here for such a long time and still there was so much more I wanted to do, some much more to be savoured, overdosed to make me last.
I am very confused of what Im leaving behind and even more confused to what Im heading into. Wish I could bury my head in Stuarts hair-less chest now instead of baking my anxiety-cake alone for the next 30 hours.
But give me a day to go to the beach, hide the jacket, dust off the sunnies and Ill deny ever feeling this way.
Christmas eve was very cosy, rather traditional which was nice for a change, I mean compared to last year.. Where I spent the whole day in my bikinis on the backyard, tanning and listening to hard trance with my Mauritian house mate. Ended it off with cold medicine, red wine and Bad Santa.
We are in our forth hour of packing. Dont understand why its so hard.. Unfortunately my luggage was over weight coming here and for some unexplainable reason I have done some pretty good shopping. My bag requested dieting, however instead it gained. Quite remarkably. 
And that equals bad equation.
Were flying back tomorrow morning! Excitement mixed with horror. Think the last night in Sweden contains sauna and food O.D:ing. See you on the other side!
Only a few hours left til the unwrapping of christmas gifts begin. I got very high expectations.. Ive made a list of what I, in a perfect world, would get this christmas:
1. Furby.
2. Lil Wayne tee.
3. Dick ina box.
Im nervous about the fullness that will strik the stomach of mine tomorrow. Seriously, except vegetarian sausage baby to be born soon.
Left the house at 3 am. Car. Bus. Plane. Bus. 9 am. No room cleaned and ready. With the help of tea and coffee we tried to stay awake at our otherwise amazing hotel.
Ofcourse Stuey had to stop by a record shop.
Being bored often leads to being creative.. riiiiight?
Find a Hanni!
Amazing Italian.
Trippin Japanese.
Chillin with Tilde @ her work.
Our hotel room.
Subbbweyyyy.
Predrinkin and hangin while staying at Tildes apartment.
Berghain-outfit. Btw. Please. Please go there. Its so good, you cant even bring cameras. Our nine hours there will forever be a mystery.
Oh, its on like donkey kong. In others words.. my visa is FINALLY granted. So is school. Four days before departure. Oh em gee. So see you on Sunday, Melbourne!
Aah.. new years on the beach, anyone?
Haha, the intenseness of party hard and freezin cold (plus not sleeping vs sleeping to much) has left us rather.. destroyed. Due to massive snow overload our plane was delayed with five hours. I love you so much, Ryan Air. Seriously………………
Its time for Dexter and extreme chillin out so Ill be back with more photos later. But, as the generous being I am ill leave you with a sneak peak. Thumbs up.
Berlin-extraodinaire Tilde-Josefin!
Our designer hotel Michelberger. Watchin Stuei take pooie.
Destroyed Sunday night. Mmm pizza is like band-aid for the hungover soul.
<3
..so sick of being an immigrant. Or wanting to be one.
Anyway, haha me and Stu totally passed out at eight last night (!) so no party. Wich means we have to work twice as hard tonight. Gonna get f u c k e d up. Berghain. Peace.
I thought Stockholm was cold but o m g Berlin is soooo cold today, yeah btw im in Germany now lol. Maybe Stockholm is as cold. I dont know. Cant be at two places at the same time. Anyway, Im talking minus ten degrees! This kind of results in tourist fail cus its rather impossible for us to stay outside for more than a couple of minutes. Id prefer none, but when in Rome namsayin?
We arrived early in the morning yesterday, had a nap at this awesome desinger hotel and then went out for sightseeing (internet café, record shop, irish beer and italian food). Then we met up with my old flame Thilde-Josefin, who lives here, at her work! A cozy little place were we had german beer and champagnes. After a couple of drinks n ciggarettes, deep n meaningfuls plus some not so deep n meaningfuls we took a cab to another little place, a little techno place to be specific! We were there till 6 in the morning and then back to the hotel.. I got lucky.
Tonight awaits more techno. More drinks. But now, ill take mine and my gentlemans but to Alexander-Platz. Its ma duty duty to shake that booty booty.
It was snowing yesterday, yey.
Mission: making the tackiest christmas tree ever. Ill show you later..
Excited gajs
Pasemaster Mase
And De La Soul! This time i didnt have to force myself on them.
I got sing in the mic anyway *best*
Cruisin the city
Met up with Pat and went to a store-event, jeans & I love hiphop.
Dj´s & dance battles!
Cutest and happiest girl alive, Natali.
Oi, so someone got into a fight and had to get some stichtes in the face. If you think this is bad, you should see other bitch.
Savin fashion with some skin coloured tape.
