It's 6:30AM here in Paris. I just got back at the apartment after spending 2 hours at the French police station. I was mugged and had to file a complaint. I went out at around 4AM to take cash from the atm to pay for my cab fare to the airport later and to try to find a place where to get cigarettes but these 2 guys followed me and asked me to hand over my Chanel bag. To be honest with you, I wasn't worried about the bag, cash or what have you. My only concern is that the bag has the keys to the apartment. I have a flight in a few hours and I haven't packed yet!
To cut the story short, right after I got mugged, I went to the payphone and called the French police — hello, I already had my phone stolen a few days ago. Within seconds, I kid you not, 2 cop cars with 8 or 9 policemen went to the payphone where I'm at. I was crying etc.
One of them asked me what the thieveslook like so I said there's 2 guys, blah blah blah. They told me to get inside the car really quick and they drove around the streets really fast. I wasn't sure what was going on until I saw the 2 guys who mugged me walk down the street so I told the cops that's them!
They were able to recover my Chanel bag, keys, etc. The had to keep the cash though as evidence until the judge does something this afternoon but alas, I'll be gone. I'll just ask a friend to get the cash.
Anyway, I'm fine now. I'm safe, alive, and I'm alright. I lost a few things but they are irrelevant. The two guys are in the hands of the police, hopefully the judge will do something about it.
It's amazing how efficient French police are. Seriously. They searched the streets for my keys… I'm totally impressed. Thank you thank you thank you so much.
PS. OMG I know this isn't appropriate to say but jesus fuck, some of the police officers were GAWWWWWJUS!
PPSS. Ok ok I better get going. I'll pack my stuff now. It's Tokyo time!!!
Just a quick note to let you guys know that I have lost my cellphone two days ago here in Paris. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, call or send messages to my French (+33.6.1365.7126) or Filipino (+63.915.785.1492) cellphone numbers. I won't get them.
(Took this photo a lonnng time ago…)
If you get messages from these numbers, lemme tell you right no that it isn't me who are sending them. Both numbers are pre-paid sim cards so at this point (and unless there's a kind soul out here who wants to give me my phone back), please consider those digits as invalid.
I'll get new phone numbers when I get back home in a few weeks. Ugh.
Not only I need to get new numbers, I also need to get a bloody new phone.
And new business cards.
I'm really pissed cause there are lots of memories in that phone… priceless text messages, precious photos and videos (especially the last few moments of my grandmother… etc).
J’adore this song! Listen to the lyrics. This track represents everything I feel about this quick European jaunt. ;)
There was a time, I was so lonely… I never thought I’d be out of the dark. Deep in my heart, there was a longing to never give up anything that I start.
And I just can’t believe that I’m here, and it feels good. I just can’t believe that I’ve come so far… so come on, do something to me…. I’m flying away… I, I gotta reach for the stars. No matter how far they are. I gotta believe in life. I’m catching the stars to shine.
I can’t deny, the world is so crazy… Sometimes I wish I could just fly to the moon
I worked so hard, and still I’ve gotten lazy. I gotta shine, I know just what to do…
Oh and if I hear that god damn “I’m sweet like sugar” song one more time (they play it every 15 minutes in Parisian radio stations), I swear to god a baby unicorn will die.
Yep it’s Benoni again! I guess it’s obvious that he’s my fave boy this season. *L*O*V*E* LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!
Backstage buddy Sonny wanted to take photos of me with Benoni (who tried to pull me) but I told them I don’t want to be photographed beside models. I know, I know but look… please don’t make me feel uglier than what I am now. I’m very shy and insecure. Haha ;)