PREDICTABLY PREDICTABLE

HI HI!
Just a quick catch-up with these predictably perfect Tristan Blair Samantha Wedges as a backdrop - Rumi's, not mine.

Actually I don't feel like talking. I recently celebrated my 22nd and I feel like I've outgrown this space so will probably be moving virtual households soon. More on that note another day, and possibly in another space.

To conclude, as if you couldn't tell by the difference in photo quality, these are some of MY favourite things right now...just so I don't leave feeling guilty about just copy and paste blogging.

Have a great day! x

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SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION

One of my first purchases for the year, surprisingly from Forever 21.

There is a thin, tainted film of something lining the back of my tongue, and I've tried every drink in the cabinet trying to get rid of it. I don't even remember the last time I got a cold or got seriously sick. As a result, I've spent the majority of the day lying across various pieces of furniture. Haven't showered, haven't brushed my teeth. AND, my period - if I decide it's not a better idea to just get pregnant - should be arriving exactly on my birthday in a couple days. 

2011? Just. Ew.

Anyways, Domino is about to start on TV. Time to do some more lying around.  

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IT IS WRITTEN

And I love her.
Always have, always will.
Okay - I'll make it official. Kesh is my 2011 muse.

...
How's your year going so far? Did you sit on the freezing sidewalk in a poofy black skirt and howl in desperation at the moon?
Damn, so did I.

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GLITTERING SIDEWALKS

Isn't she a beaut?! Christmas has been good to me this year.

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THIS SIDE OF PARADISE

Jacques, the new meek and mild porno mag?

I kinda dig it.

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WHAT'S YOUR POISON?

Been hunting down the right print version of this joke for a piece of art in my kitchen...

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MEET ME HALFWAY

Wow, what a year. I truly hope your's was as wild as mine...and despite my negative 'tude, I mean that in the best possible way

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STARVE FOR A GOOD CAUSE

2011 is looking sartorially bright for me, eh? Sounds good. Anyway, as always, the overly dreamy Christmas Closet Wish List. Enjoy. 

Winter Wants: The Bag by thelonelylondoner featuring knit tops

Adam Oversized wool-blend cardigan, $385
Loopy Knit Pullover, $352
Vivienne Westwood Red Label Draped crepe pencil skirt, $290
Jil Sander Elio stretch-cotton shorts, $445
JECKERSON PA01 PANNA COTTON/ELASTANE 0, 184 GBP
Savana Leopard Wedge Booties, $1,195
Electric Blue Soft Matte, $750
Pendleton Weekend Bag - brodie tartan, 245 GBP
Barton Perreira, $480
The Village - Black, $210
Reindeer antlers, $2.99

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NINETY NINE NAMES FOR GOD

So...Christmas, huh? I'm still in denial. I'll be working through it anyway...the freelancer way.

Anyway, this is yesterday's outfit.

 Promod jacket, Zara Men's tshirt, battered grey denim cut-offs from somewhere on Brick Lane, New Look boots

And this is an Arab thing given to me by my boyfriend's mother when she was moving house. It has the 99 names for God written on each bead. Not sure why I'm so drawn to religious articles but I have a serious horde all over my house and my boyfriend is getting anxious about it.

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DIRTY CHRISTMAS CAROLLING

Songs...

Listen...GnR is stil amazing, by the way. I was blown away nearly to tears at their show the other day.

My brother is coming home for Christmas tonight after his first semester of Uni. Very excited to see the freshman year changes...

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LINE IN THE SAND

 That's why I haven't been writing.

Guns 'n' Roses tonight, Slackline Yoga tomorrow, Motocross Saturday and Fencing on Sunday.

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KEEPING SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET IS A WASTE OF SPACE

 YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...AND I JUST LOVE THIS SCARF!!!!

EATING: eggs lovingly made by the mummy

DRINKING: sorrel with vodka - 'tis the season to be merry, y'all!

SINGING: Snoop Dogg's 'Sexual Eruption' haha

READING: Ernesto Che Guevara: Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War

WEARING: big scarves that cover my entire outfit, denim shirts, bell bottoms, badly made bras, hair ribbons and frilly blouses with Halloween bats on them

WONDERING: ...where the hell my paycheck is?

ANTICIPATING: getting paid, Creamfields, Guns 'n' Roses, my next swap social this weekend, Fencing on Wednesday, camping in the desert next week and Motocross next weekend!

LOVING: one dirham coins, public transportation, sorrel and vodka, a kitchen savvy boyfriend, days off, odd jobs here and there that bring in random, much-needed cash

WILL BE MISSING: those black pointy tipped sunglasses I wear all the time (in the style of the Linda Farrow/Wang ones) - They broke last night. Also, my boyfriend is moving out to some special accommodation in the desert so I will only be seeing him once a week from January. That's gonna ache like seeing your pet fish die over and over again *droopy face*

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THE BARE NECESSITIES

I'm trying to get my friends used to calling me Mowgli in 2011. I just love him. Dig the haircut espesh...

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STEALING ALL THE LIGHT

How to wear a denim button down with prints and neon?

Just fuckin' do it!

A day in the office.

Just got back from kayaking on the mangroves. It's been a long and overly active couple weeks. I am officially pooped. Signing off.

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POUND FOR POUND

two things I just can't get enough of right now. Get on it.

Other than that...I am dying to go to Creamfields Abu Dhabi. I am dying to see Guns 'n' Roses in December. Machete has been on my radar for eons and I still have yet to see it (did you? Is it good?). Excited to possibly go home for a short break before Christmas. Want to finish my can of Stella but it's from my dad's special stash and the folks just got home. I wish my mum would just cut the act and give me the bike we both picked out for me for Christmas - could really use it. I am adoring my tiny Christmas tree, which I'll soon start decorating with obscure things. I am sort of panicking about my new workload at the mag but the pay raise will make it worth it. Fight training has been awesome - hit up the gym for 1.5 hours of torture first thing this morning and surprised my trainer. Only problem is I am becoming more violent. Took my spike bracelet for a spin today. Mouthed off a local - a total no no around these parts. Mouthed off a bus driver. Probably shouldn't have because he works my neighbourhood. Nearly mouthed off a girl over-eying my man. Thought better of it because she's not even his type. The boyf will meet my father tonight at his birthday party. I will drink a lot and post all the little details on Twitter. Be there. I have been dressing well. Kayaking on the mangroves a little too early in the morning. Hence, goodnight.

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PINKBERRY AND PINK CHAMPAGNE

 My mom is preparing to meet the queen this weekend so I'm over at her's again messing around in her closet.

 Cheap no name wayfarers, polka dot head tie, lace dress - H&M, thrifted bag, neon slippers bought over the weekend at Dragonmart; this never-ending story of a chinese outlet mall in Dubai.

 Wanted to show you one of 6 options I put together for her for the soiree but they're not uploading...so...oh well. I guess this is yet another personal outfit post.

miss my old room...

It just dawned on me that I am sporting a coca cola addiction so severe right now that last night when I discovered that there was no fizzy in the house at an ungodly hour, I got dressed with the intention of downing as many free glasses of coke as possible at ladies night at my favourite neighbourhood club. Word. 

Right now, really craving kushari (even if it sounds like a cheap drug, which, I guess it is), reading Rope Burns by FX Toole for my fight training (the book to Million Dollar Baby) and looking for my stretchiest skinnies to go boarding with the bros tomorrow (woop woop! Haven't skated in like forever!)

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CRACKS ME UP

My boy Shaunie's passport visa photo for entry into China. haha...

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THE NOT SO DAILY OUTFIT STRIKES AGAIN

Oh, but I do sit down to some serious work too! It's just that my office is way cooler than yours. It's anywhere I fucking want it to be. Today, I missed my mum so it's at her apartment.

LOOKING: Like a cute and willing Nylon intern in a lot of fucking bows. Blouse - New Look, Skinnies - hand me downs from my little sis (yes, correct), Flats - Dune. Upon waking up, I was instantly aware that pretending to play the part of a preppy little secretary was the only way I was going to get anything done today. I've been super lazy these last few days, and it's because my nearly severed middle finger is just too distracting!! And pityful! Yeah, I sliced through a third of it while attacking some cheese (a no carb diet will do that to you). I think I told you this already though. As much as I love having The Fox do my dishes for me because of it, I am dying for it to heal so I can get back in the ring! I honestly do miss sweat stink boxing gloves.

READING: David Sedaris' 'Holidays On Ice'; just in time for the festive season, even if in it he does a stellar job showing Christmas up for how hilariously miserable and meaningless it really is. If you ask me, he is the sort of dinner guest I would bring to the Christmas table.

DRINKING: Coronitas! Yes! Stupidly small bottles of Corona made for, oh, I dunno, children? They're way cuter than children though and you shouldn't have to bat an eyelid to figure out which one I'd adopt first.

WATCHING: Well, the last thing I went out of my way to see was 'The Social Network'. Underwhelming, just like the December issue of Australian Vogue. hmph. As for the last thing I didn't even have to get out of bed to see? Se7en on DVD. Love it. What I really am dying to see? Robert Rodriguez's 'Machete'. I have been waiting for this since it was just a wee fake trailer in 'Grindhouse'. It has finally landed. Is it true The Lohan stars as a gun wielding nun? Like, what the fuck's not to love?

SMELLING OF: Some Hugo Boss scent or other. Too chicken to spritz the teardrop of a portion left in my Chanel bottle. Meanwhile, praying for Tom Ford's 'Black Orchid' under the tree this year.

EATING: spicy tomato with rice soup. I swear it's like crack in a can....but red with a soupy texture.

DREAMING OF: Going home to my bed. My Fox-y sense is tingling. I think he's at my doorstep.

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I CAN FEEL THE SLIME DRIPPIN' DOWN HER SLEEVE

Even in Abu Dhabi it's getting chilly out. Not cold enough to wear the fire engine red blizzard bombshell I eyed in Zara last night though. Shame.

Either way, looks like I may be passing through either NY or LDN on my way to a short break in TNT! Keep that on the DL though because my peeps don't know and I might end up getting swayed by the shopping at the first destination and never even make it there. Why am I speaking like that?

The 2010 Chills by thelonelylondoner featuring an asymmetrical jacket

レイヤード ジャケット, 54,600 JPY
Tsumori Chisato / Gold Film Boa Coat, $1,284
Helmut Lang Asymmetric rabbit and nappa-leather jacket, $1,895
Vena Cava / Battening Cape, $650
D&G Rabbit collarless jacket, $1,995
Jil Sander Cashmere wrap coat, $2,875
Feather cape Pink, 50 GBP
Alexander Wang Cropped leather jacket, $1,100

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PILLOW TALK

My boss called me up the other night and asked me if I wanted to write a report on some yacht race happening in Dubai. I get there half an hour late and next thing you know I'm being whipped by a massive entourage through the VIP entrance to a ritzy yacht - I kept all of them from enjoying the first 30 minutes of what followed; mini course after mini course of the kind of food that was clearly hidden from me all my life, that alongside unlimited Moet and Coronitas til sun down (DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THESE? CUTEST THINGS EVER!!!). And you can bet your bottom dollar I grabbed one of those designer SPF lotions fanned out on that silver platter at the entrance. Typical freelancer behaviour.

What my boss failed to mention was that I was covering the Louis Vuitton Trophy and that I was going to get on board one of the vessels to race as the 18th man. Didn't happen, though, due to crappy winds and major race delays. Not that I minded, obviously! But I could've gotten many more flutes down the chute if I wasn't so busy being a professional journalist (and the only one not carrying any LV anywhere on their person) preparing to compete on the high seas - aka painfully sober.

Still, a great day had. Even better, after declining a ride home because no one knew that I had travelled all the way from another Emirate aboard a public bus for two hours to get there, I arrived home to find lovely noises in my kitchen - COOKING! The Fox had a whole feast in the works. AND it was carb free (yeah, this again...). I love him, oh I do, I do! The only problem is he made a big egg breakfast again for me this morning even though it was his first day back to work from vacay (and no carbs in there either) so it means I've got to come up with something extra special in the next few hours.

Oh, to hell with it. I'll let the pillow do the talking.

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