LICKING AND SCRATCHING, AND NEVER MATCHING

It's the end of a really hectic work week and I am sitting at home sipping on cold soy vanilla chai tea (soon to be replaced with liqueur), watching RocknRolla on Show on Demand while wearing an almond/cucumber/pineapple face mask that has been on so long it's beginning to hurt. I'm also in that mood you sometimes get in where you want to cut shit up...

Know of it? Wearing these tonight to go to Left Bank with the Palestinians

ANYWAY, what did you get up to this week? I...
-gutted and cut up some expensive gloves
-interviewed major Bollywood star Shahrukh Khan (as well as attended the premiere of his movie My Name is Khan)
-got my period
-bought another pair of sunglasses
-fought with The Fox over which one of us should buy this sword necklace we saw (he won...in an ideal world - going to buy it next week)
-was given a ring...fuck no, not that one but this really cute and quirky one I mentioned liking in passing and which The Fox later picked up for me
-drank Sangria on a terrace with glowing tea candles
-got paid
-booked a hotel in another country
-paid back any outstanding debts I owed
-switched numbers with a gay flight attendant who didn't believe that The Fox (who he was advancing on) wasn't gay
-wrote an article on last minute Valentine's Day gift ideas
-got commissioned to review a German bar this coming Valentine's Day (all complimentary and including a +1!)
-got into Google Alerts in a major way (so ridiculously ideal for writers/bloggers that I don't know how I ever lived without it)
-finally did a blog post on the Kill City blog (and you would think I'd be posting 3 times a day knowing that each post is worth credit to their amazing gear! But no!)
-sat in a cigar bar just to down a drink before going clubbing and was given hors d'oevres that were compliments of the chef...for reasons I don't know
-cried so much my face looked like that of a fat chinese kid at work the next morning
-enjoyed Rihanna's 'Rude Boy' too much for my (and anyone's) own good
-got called Rihanna AGAIN on the street
-finally saw one of those new rare pink ladies' only taxis driving around
-finally fessed up to the office that I was born in 1989
-had chats like this in the office due to lackadaisical last-day-of-the-week behaviour:

Editor: Right, does anyone care to take a needle in the arm for me this afternoon?
Me: depends on what's in it

THERE'S A SCIENCE TO FEAR

The fam hit up the Yas Marina Circuit on Yas Island yesterday for the GP2 Asia Series. Not exactly my thing but, like I said in the last post, you have to be there and see F1 racing to actually enjoy it and get into it I think.

Bag and shoes...

The bag's actually several years old and from Forever 21 but I've been rediscovering it because it's huge and perfect for my new journalist's lifestyle. Moccasins - Topshop.

I love what Yas Island is becoming. The architecture and interiors are sick too! One of the hotels...(which has a tunnel that goes straight across the track).

It must be amazing to watch the cars zip by right under you. It is so ridiculously loud and fast and exciting. I LOVE IT!

Although I imagine it'll be an expensive venture, my dad has a friend here who races and I'm going to look into learning how to race. I'm probably also gonna check out the Drag Festival coming up in March.

SOLDIER ON, SOLDIER ON

At the moment I'm watching Michelle Pfeiffer's Cat Woman transformation (yeaaahh!!) and thinking I give last night an F minus. Fack! It was the Flatliners (Sambuca, Tequila and Tabasco Sauce), but I love 'em. Anyway, doesn't matter; the night before at Left Bank was a total killer. Stinkin' pure House music, awesome company (an entourage of hot Palestinian guys) and the studded Zara jacket!



So recently I've been...

-getting home at four in the morning

-working my butt off for the mag

-ogling the total sartorial winners in new Spanish store Uterque at Abu Dhabi Mall???!! (OH MY GOD, TOO GOOD!)

-afraid to get my next pay cheque because of said store and the stuff I saw in Zara over the weekend

-a sore loser and decided to cease training for the triathlon (there's just too much going on that I have to fund right now so don't have the money to spare for this (registration fees, gear etc.))

-in awe of the roaring cars at the Yas Marina Circuit (yuh know, I thought Formula 1 racing was boring but it's really one of those sports you have to witness firsthand)

-toying with the idea of learning how to burn rubber on the fuckin' track too!

-enjoying reading Murakami's Kafka on the Shore (albeit at a painfully slow pace)

-smiling everytime I see the E-ticket on my desk for my upcoming trip to the Philippines! (yup! booked! 18th to 26th!)

-listening to drivers' sad life stories in the back of taxis

-getting pleasantly lost in the back streets of town

-getting hair inspiration from a 6 year old blonde girl

-chilling by the pool

-really enjoying the salad buffet at work since I started this whole no-carb thing

-having first fights with The Fox

-hanging with too many ripped, fitness-obsessed Palestinians and feeling a need to up my game at the gym

-gearing up to interview this really famous actor I used to have a crush on when I was a tween!

-having really lacklustre work style that definitely needs to end soon!

-hyper

YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID OF WHAT I'M GONNA DO NEXT

TWO THINGS BEFORE I RUSH TO WORK (TO INTERVIEW A BOLLYWOOD STAR I USED TO CRUSH ON AT 11) :

MUSIC VIDEO STUCK IN MY HEAD - FUCK.ME.

SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD. LOVE.LY.