Damn, I missed my French lesson again coz I was away in Thessaloniki, Greece.
Flower In The Pocket and one of my short films, "Man In Love" were playing in a film festival there. The film festival was very well attended. Both of my screenings were packed.
1. The audience in one of my screenings before the show started. 2. I was bullshitting my way in the Q&A session.
The festival areas used to be a port. They have some of their cinemas built in the warehouses. It's kind of romantic to have a film festival by the sea, overlooking the horizon with some ships in the far distance. Once, I swear I saw a mermaid waving at me between the ships...
I opened my mailbox today and was greeted by several emails asking me to enlarge my penis. It read "Amaze your partner, Make your penis bigger", "Penis enlargement: From Zero to Hero" and etc. I quickly got dressed and said "fuck" softly, too softly I myself couldn't even hear it. How the hell they know? I looked around snoopily. I even looked under my shoes. Wait a minute... someone must be spying on me in my room... or else, how do they know my penis needs enlargement?
Picture of a dead fish. It reminds me of my girlfriend's actual boyfriend, except this fish looks better.
I woke up this afternoon and found blood stain on my bed sheet. I checked my mouth. I checked my nostrils. I checked my ass. I checked all over. Clearly the blood wasn't mine. I sat on my bed for good half and hour, trying to figure out what happened last night. I couldn't remember anything at all.
The English title for this film is called "With Friends Like These". I like this film. I miss my dog. I'm hungry. Wine is so cheap in Paris it's obscene not to drink them like water.
I was burning Eiffel Tower, hoping to melt it down but instead I burnt my fingers. God damn this fucking lighter.
Sorry for not updating for the past two weeks. I was just a little upset over something. I couldn't write when I'm upset. When I don't write, there's nothing else to be done except drinking. When I'm drunk, I have hallucination, such as burning Eiffel Tower with a lighter.
Picture part 1: A Dutch girl I met in Amsterdam.
Today, I cried uncontrollably. Tears kept rolling down my beautiful autumn-in-Paris cheeks. I whispered to myself loudly, "WHY THIS SUDDEN RUSH OF EMOTIONS? AM I TURNING INTO A CREATURE CALLED WOMAN??". At the same time, I reached down to feel my genitalia. Phew! You would not imagine how relief I was when I found out that I'm pretty much still a man.
Then I realised, the cause of the whole drama was the onions that I was chopping. No I don't slice, I chop.