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After successfully slaying the grumpy cat with chocolate and cheesy love novels, I am back to my normal chirpy self.
First of all, just the fact that it isn't Monday anymore makes me want to celebrate - by freeing my boobs from the constraint of a bra. Without further delay, happy Topless Tuesday!
Now, the next big thing is my short, but sweet road trip with Vassilis. We went all the way to Midlands, which is a lovely, though a pretty lonely part of South Africa close to the Drakensberg mountains. There we met up with Talamia, Tarion and Xaosnyte. We shot another set, and the magic Talamia does with her camera is as impressive as ever. Oh, and let's not forget about the threats she makes if I don't give her 'sexy eyes'. I think the last one was getting a cutout of Jared Leto and sticking it on her forehead. That would totally work!
And Vassilis, thank you for being my driver and allowing me to be your sidekick. Granted, I agreed to being just a sidekick so I could yell 'I told you so' if she messes up, but whatever.
I have only a few photos of scenery for now, but you'll see the rest sooner or later. Until then, there's Ravenous.
First of all, just the fact that it isn't Monday anymore makes me want to celebrate - by freeing my boobs from the constraint of a bra. Without further delay, happy Topless Tuesday!
Now, the next big thing is my short, but sweet road trip with Vassilis. We went all the way to Midlands, which is a lovely, though a pretty lonely part of South Africa close to the Drakensberg mountains. There we met up with Talamia, Tarion and Xaosnyte. We shot another set, and the magic Talamia does with her camera is as impressive as ever. Oh, and let's not forget about the threats she makes if I don't give her 'sexy eyes'. I think the last one was getting a cutout of Jared Leto and sticking it on her forehead. That would totally work!
And Vassilis, thank you for being my driver and allowing me to be your sidekick. Granted, I agreed to being just a sidekick so I could yell 'I told you so' if she messes up, but whatever.
I have only a few photos of scenery for now, but you'll see the rest sooner or later. Until then, there's Ravenous.
Well, this is me today. Yes, I'm a grumpy cat, just not a cat.
No real reason for it, except being a girl. I guess it's just my hormones flipping me off.
In other news, last weekend good friends of mine got married, so there was a house to turn into a wedding venue and a celebration to attend. I'm pretty sure I'm still recovering from that. Despite my general tipsiness, I have learnt a few things
1. It takes me about 7 drinks to dance to Nicki Minaj
2. I can devour extraordinary amounts of Hors d'Oeuvres
3. I cannot pronounce Hors d'Oeuvres, sober or tipsy
Here are a few pics. It was beautiful, sunny, warm and yes - I cried like a girly girl.
No real reason for it, except being a girl. I guess it's just my hormones flipping me off.
In other news, last weekend good friends of mine got married, so there was a house to turn into a wedding venue and a celebration to attend. I'm pretty sure I'm still recovering from that. Despite my general tipsiness, I have learnt a few things
1. It takes me about 7 drinks to dance to Nicki Minaj
2. I can devour extraordinary amounts of Hors d'Oeuvres
3. I cannot pronounce Hors d'Oeuvres, sober or tipsy
Here are a few pics. It was beautiful, sunny, warm and yes - I cried like a girly girl.
Now, let me present the disaster which also goes by the name of 'my hair'. A few weeks ago I decided I want to be a redhead, so Vassilis and I ordered some natural hair dye. But, as I'm not ready to destroy my hair completely, I thought I'd just bleach the tips, put the dye everywhere and see what happens.
Lumo and Vassilis came to my place on Tuesday night, brought food, wine and chocolate and we got down and dirty - with bleach and hair dye. And no, there are no photos of the whole ordeal, because we looked like a bunch of nut cases skulking around area 51, with foil in our hair and all. Anyway, let's just say it didn't work. This is my hair, and we shall call that colour pinkorangeblonde. 
I guess that might have something to do with my grumpiness, but Vassilis and I will try to fix it tomorrow before I shoot a new set. Yes - I'm shooting another one, and you better be ready for it. In the meanwhile, feel free to love and enjoy Ravenous, which is still in member review.
Some of you might know that I have a thing for antiques, which are often worthless, but pretty nonetheless. Our flat is slowly turning into an antique (aka junk) showroom, and I either have to move into a bigger flat or get my own reality show.
Well, I've got two new projects and they're both chairs.
This one was found in our local SPCA charity shop and was dirt cheap. It's in pretty good condition, but it's rather filthy. Also, the horrible white paint was just smeared over, and I wish I could get rid of it without causing any damage. I doubt that's possible, though. Goddammit people, slapping white paint over a beautiful piece of furniture does not make it look better and it does not make your space look classier or cooler or whatever. It makes it look like shit.
This one was expensive compared to the first one, but it is gorgeous. I don't think it's particularly old, but it is a beautiful example of craftwork. The woodwork is stunning, and the bloody thing is heavy enough that I grunt like a hedgehog in heat every time I move it. It was made in Tanzania, and though there are a few parts missing, it's a lovely addition to out overcrowded junkyard. It will be nearly impossible to replicate the missing parts, but you never know.
If you have any tips and tricks that might help in restoring these two, please let me know.
Well, I've got two new projects and they're both chairs.
This one was found in our local SPCA charity shop and was dirt cheap. It's in pretty good condition, but it's rather filthy. Also, the horrible white paint was just smeared over, and I wish I could get rid of it without causing any damage. I doubt that's possible, though. Goddammit people, slapping white paint over a beautiful piece of furniture does not make it look better and it does not make your space look classier or cooler or whatever. It makes it look like shit.
This one was expensive compared to the first one, but it is gorgeous. I don't think it's particularly old, but it is a beautiful example of craftwork. The woodwork is stunning, and the bloody thing is heavy enough that I grunt like a hedgehog in heat every time I move it. It was made in Tanzania, and though there are a few parts missing, it's a lovely addition to out overcrowded junkyard. It will be nearly impossible to replicate the missing parts, but you never know.
If you have any tips and tricks that might help in restoring these two, please let me know.
First of all, happy Topless Tuesday!
No complaining allowed; there is a pussy and I am topless.
More boobies await here.
A few pics from a beautiful coffee/antique shop that I visited recently.
A random creepy crawly munching on my plants; it went straight out the window, and I would just like to point out that caterpillars suck at flying.
This is who I want to be when I grow old.
And a song that has been making me ridiculously happy lately. No idea why, but I am not complaining.
P.S. No caterpillars were harmed in the making of this blog, as I live on the first floor.
No complaining allowed; there is a pussy and I am topless.
More boobies await here.
A few pics from a beautiful coffee/antique shop that I visited recently.
A random creepy crawly munching on my plants; it went straight out the window, and I would just like to point out that caterpillars suck at flying.
This is who I want to be when I grow old.
And a song that has been making me ridiculously happy lately. No idea why, but I am not complaining.
P.S. No caterpillars were harmed in the making of this blog, as I live on the first floor.
The highlight of this week was saying goodbye to about $1000. All for a very good reason, though - I'm finally going home for a visit. I haven't seen my family in almost two years. Two bloody years! Skype is our regular lifesaver, but it's just not the same thing. I seriously need to hug my mom, my dad, my gran and my brother. Hell, we can even have a group hug if my mom and my dad can stop themselves from clawing each other's eyes out for a minute or two.
My mom is already planning a trip to the seaside, she has booked her vacation days at work and is generally the happiest camper you have ever seen. With all that excitement and a tad of nostalgia, I went through a bunch of old photos that my brother scanned for me a few years ago. Naturally, I have no choice but to share a few of those gems with you.
Excuse the quality, but this was PCE (pre-cellphone era), as well as PDCE (pre-digital cameras era).
That's me on the left, dangling in my mom's arms. The lady on the right is my aunt, and the chubby toddler in the middle is my genius, giant cousin. He's two years older than me, teaches at a university and could probably punch Jesus in the nose if he stretched a bit.
We didn't have ponies in good, ol' communist Yugoslavia, so grandpas had to do.
Who said I'm too skinny? And just look at those squishy, puffy cheeks.
Already a joker. Must be those dodgy crackers and chocolates that Red Cross fed us.
We can also blame dodgy Red Cross crackers for dressing up baby goats.
And probably the most embarrassing of them all; my oh-so-90's outfit and a teenage hormone-induced smirk on my face.
One of a very few photos of me riding; no saddle or any other equipment as per usual. I am wearing my Doc Martens, which naturally would have saved my teenage ass from cracking a skull or such.
And one that makes me happy and sad at the same time (mostly because of the horrible state of my ultra thin eyebrows); my two best childhood friends and I. Both girls are my cousins, but the older one was like a sister to me. Emphasis on was, as we drifted apart over the years. And there's also my little brother, who I love dearly, but don't recognise anymore. But that's another story...
Anyway, that little girl from the photos turned into this, and is happier than ever.
I cannot wait for August, Croatia and my mom's food. You are absolutely not allowed to judge or laugh when I come back the size of a beached whale, as my mom not only thinks I need to eat every 20 seconds, but also happens to be the best cook in the world.
My mom is already planning a trip to the seaside, she has booked her vacation days at work and is generally the happiest camper you have ever seen. With all that excitement and a tad of nostalgia, I went through a bunch of old photos that my brother scanned for me a few years ago. Naturally, I have no choice but to share a few of those gems with you.
Excuse the quality, but this was PCE (pre-cellphone era), as well as PDCE (pre-digital cameras era).
That's me on the left, dangling in my mom's arms. The lady on the right is my aunt, and the chubby toddler in the middle is my genius, giant cousin. He's two years older than me, teaches at a university and could probably punch Jesus in the nose if he stretched a bit.
We didn't have ponies in good, ol' communist Yugoslavia, so grandpas had to do.
Who said I'm too skinny? And just look at those squishy, puffy cheeks.
Already a joker. Must be those dodgy crackers and chocolates that Red Cross fed us.
We can also blame dodgy Red Cross crackers for dressing up baby goats.
And probably the most embarrassing of them all; my oh-so-90's outfit and a teenage hormone-induced smirk on my face.
One of a very few photos of me riding; no saddle or any other equipment as per usual. I am wearing my Doc Martens, which naturally would have saved my teenage ass from cracking a skull or such.
And one that makes me happy and sad at the same time (mostly because of the horrible state of my ultra thin eyebrows); my two best childhood friends and I. Both girls are my cousins, but the older one was like a sister to me. Emphasis on was, as we drifted apart over the years. And there's also my little brother, who I love dearly, but don't recognise anymore. But that's another story...
Anyway, that little girl from the photos turned into this, and is happier than ever.
I cannot wait for August, Croatia and my mom's food. You are absolutely not allowed to judge or laugh when I come back the size of a beached whale, as my mom not only thinks I need to eat every 20 seconds, but also happens to be the best cook in the world.
Nothing much has been happening, so I'm just going to dump a bunch of photos in the hope that you'll enjoy them as much as my ramblings.
First of all, long live Thigh High Thursdays! I had literally two minutes to take these pics, as my hooter (aka my foot tattoo) is going through the itchy phase. I can't even explain what torture it was to have the stockings on. Okay, I can - like waterboarding, but less humane.
Oh, and I threw in a kitty because I love you guys so much.
I'm sure I've already posted some pics taken by a good friend of mine, Justin Cleaver. He shoots a lot of sexy, FHM-ish type of stuff, which you can check out here, but our shoots somehow always end up weird and creative. So here are a few favorite randoms of mine...
And if you feel like looking at more sexy photos, go check out Ravenous which is patiently waiting for you in the member review.
First of all, long live Thigh High Thursdays! I had literally two minutes to take these pics, as my hooter (aka my foot tattoo) is going through the itchy phase. I can't even explain what torture it was to have the stockings on. Okay, I can - like waterboarding, but less humane.
Oh, and I threw in a kitty because I love you guys so much.
I'm sure I've already posted some pics taken by a good friend of mine, Justin Cleaver. He shoots a lot of sexy, FHM-ish type of stuff, which you can check out here, but our shoots somehow always end up weird and creative. So here are a few favorite randoms of mine...
And if you feel like looking at more sexy photos, go check out Ravenous which is patiently waiting for you in the member review.
One foot down, one more to go. It turned out exactly the way I wanted it; not too serious, but not too cute either. Altogether around 3 hours, a slab of chocolate, two cans of coke and a bit of teeth grinding. It wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be. In fact, I had a few giggle attacks because some parts were ticklish. The solid colour sections hurt like a bitch, though.
The tattoo parlour I went to is called Electric Eye, and it is probably the best one in Durban. The man himself is Mully, the owner and a mentor to many good artists. You can check out more of his awesome work here.
Anyway, I'm tired, sore and in a need of some serious sleep. Hope you all had a good day!
It turned out exactly the way I wanted it; not too serious, but not too cute either. Altogether around 3 hours, a slab of chocolate, two cans of coke and a bit of teeth grinding. It wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be. In fact, I had a few giggle attacks because some parts were ticklish. The solid colour sections hurt like a bitch, though. The tattoo parlour I went to is called Electric Eye, and it is probably the best one in Durban. The man himself is Mully, the owner and a mentor to many good artists. You can check out more of his awesome work here.
Anyway, I'm tired, sore and in a need of some serious sleep. Hope you all had a good day!
Instead of a 'Look at my fancy new tattoo!' blog, you get a 'My tattoo appointment is postponed until Wednesday, but look at my ass!' blog.
Happy Sundies!
Happy Sundies!
So I went to the tattoo parlour yesterday, and someone else was booked instead, or should I rather say, over me. It was my fault as much as the artist's; I didn't confirm earlier in the week and failed to answer my phone when he tried to check what's happening. He, on the other hand, didn't realise that's MY name in the appointment book and long story short, I have to wait until Wednesday. He was very apologetic and seemed genuinely bummed, because I did book months in advance. But Wednesday it is, and I guess that gives me more time to think about the pain, right? 
Enjoy the end of the weekend and don't let Monday schmonday bring you down.
Also, feel free to check out Ravenous if you haven't already.
First of all, I must thank you for loving the hell out of my new set Ravenous. It seems that you are indeed having as much fun looking at it as we had shooting it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Now,confession time. The cake might not be a lie, but I did not finish it myself. Yes, it is true - I had help. Maybe I was pressured into thinking that I can't do it all by myself, or maybe I just didn't have it in me. We shall never know, but the proof is here in black and white (quite literally, really).
The lovely lady who was kind (or evil) enough to lend a hand (mouth) is the lovely new hopeful Gitane, so go and say hello.
In other news, I'm getting more ink. I wrote about this in one of the previous blogs, but then it got rescheduled and now Saturday is the day.
I'm getting my feet done, and though I don't expect it to be even remotely pleasant, I am quite excited. My dear Lumo shall be there to hold my hand and take photos. And any YouTube worthy moments like me passing out, or shattering windows with my blood curdling screams. Or to just knock me out if I try to run. So spare a thought or two for me on Saturday and cross your fingers that everything goes according to plan (which is basically no fainting and no running away).
Oh, and I almost forgot! There's a cool interview with me on Nefarious Realm. Check it out if you feel like reading more of my rambling.
Now,confession time. The cake might not be a lie, but I did not finish it myself. Yes, it is true - I had help. Maybe I was pressured into thinking that I can't do it all by myself, or maybe I just didn't have it in me. We shall never know, but the proof is here in black and white (quite literally, really).
The lovely lady who was kind (or evil) enough to lend a hand (mouth) is the lovely new hopeful Gitane, so go and say hello.
In other news, I'm getting more ink. I wrote about this in one of the previous blogs, but then it got rescheduled and now Saturday is the day.
I'm getting my feet done, and though I don't expect it to be even remotely pleasant, I am quite excited. My dear Lumo shall be there to hold my hand and take photos. And any YouTube worthy moments like me passing out, or shattering windows with my blood curdling screams. Or to just knock me out if I try to run. So spare a thought or two for me on Saturday and cross your fingers that everything goes according to plan (which is basically no fainting and no running away).
Oh, and I almost forgot! There's a cool interview with me on Nefarious Realm. Check it out if you feel like reading more of my rambling.
After a nice, long 8 month break you get to see something new from me. Ravenous was shot late last year on a short, but sweet trip with a few other South African SG's and Talamia. Yes, we had tons of fun and yes, they were all nearby while we were shooting the set. In fact, in this particular photo you can see me looking to the side and laughing at something. It was actually someONE and I won't repeat what was said, because we're all classy here and stuff.
Hope you enjoy the set as much as we enjoyed making it. And please feel free to let me know what didn't work for you, so we can make the next one better.
Hope you enjoy the set as much as we enjoyed making it. And please feel free to let me know what didn't work for you, so we can make the next one better.
