As I lie So in my Secret Hideaway, stretched his feet in the powdered sugar white sand that feels like flowers, the calls after work ritual has become Pina Cola (hey Bligg her so, so I will they call it as such) in his right hand, the thoughts between early February and now ....... And while I and my heart with the initials Sun male big toe in the sand, listen to the Isley and my view of the turquoise blue sea let wander, I realize how fast a small little tears, bitter and sour like Sake unnoticed runterkullert my left cheek and sinks into the fabric of the beach-worn couch. Since they were so over the two weeks Japan, which forced me to be Handsori, the three days of Saigon, which I again did the simple things in life and appreciate the eight days in two paradises, me again the posh things in life could appreciate.
Whether we now drop shoppend until we herunterstrollten with "Fancy" in the ears of the Tokyo Omotesando and looked over at Comme des Garçons .....
Or are we in this totally funky Harajuku, Haradschükü as I express in cwuazy shrill fashion statements as new found friends Koaki , here in the so-called "construction site chic", was inspired .....
Or we're blinded by the 109 crowd in Shibuya as Turkish and American tobacco in a Camel without filter and the road crossing as would it Albisrieden with 17 crossings and 15,000 people .... .
or Roppongi in the introduction to Chapter 101 Tokyo Debauchery wrote, were more Guest Lists as T-Pain +3 On Wednesday, which were given VIP treatment in separate sections of multiple clubs, won the Veuve Cliquot on tap and raised in Ukrainian models were, as we have the "Beginner's Guide to Eating Disorders" written (especially because of our bronze tanned and steeled Waist ) because we are connected even in the remotest corners of the planet with people that the end of February at the Academy Awards or hang up in the summer for private parties of Paul Allen's yacht to be posted .....
Or in Akihabara the daily, electronic megalomania between manga comics, exposed knee socks and school uniforms Tokyo ..... my friends ..... Tokyo my friends was fundamental insanity of any dimensions hourly burst, endless anticipation, ignorant-friendly, cordial supercooled heat, endless inspiration, endless endless frustration and anonymity at the same time.
Whether we are then in an unexpectedly charming but as expected, very chaotic Saigon played an unexpectedly terrific gig, very unexpectedly met with guests from Zurich and received the best compliment of all time. "Hey where are you from? You got a weird accent. You kinda sound like Al Pacino ......." (Perhaps it is because of the How You Doin's which I distribute in the greeting or occasionally as Frankie me introduce myself, but my friends call me Dom )....... Saigon the trip was, in spite of cockroaches in the Booth and rats in the restaurant, more than worth it and is on the repeat list. Even if a few hours later, totally exhausted at the airport only long-haired bearded men in batik shirts that declared an acoustic guitar as hand luggage and the right departure an orange divided, again, found the effort had been worthwhile in view of the next destination over. Catch y'all in good ol 'Zurich. From Asia with Luv, HS.
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