Ace Dia

and her attempts at getting by doing what she does best. Want me? josje@showpony-productions.nl
Shit went down! Shit went up! Shit flew way far in space only to come back fucked up! I lost my cool but they don’t know. Because they can’t see as it doesn’t show. I’ll try to find it before they do, I know no other way to deal with you. I’m right there in your pocket, but you think of me far gone. What way is there to let you know without ruining the fun? I would’ve thought you knew me after all this time, yet you can not penetrate my facade as it’s sublime. I guess, I guess, that’s all you are, a memory of another time. Oh if only you could prove me wrong, even if it’s just a farce. Not that I’m giving you a chance, not that you can be arsed. I want so much, I need so much and I know you can’t supply, though I wish I’d known earlier ‘bout your heart being a lie. So stop it boy, don’t you see? That’s all you are now, and more importantly; that’s all you’ll ever be. A memory. You’ve had your chance. There will never be another you and me. You fuck things up? I’ll fuck you op. Better yet. I’ll forget. You, entirely.

Shit went down! Shit went up!
Shit flew way far in space
only to come back fucked up!

I lost my cool but they don’t know. Because they can’t see as it doesn’t show. I’ll try to find it before they do, I know no other way to deal with you. I’m right there in your pocket, but you think of me far gone. What way is there to let you know without ruining the fun? I would’ve thought you knew me after all this time, yet you can not penetrate my facade as it’s sublime. I guess, I guess, that’s all you are, a memory of another time.

Oh if only you could prove me wrong, even if it’s just a farce. Not that I’m giving you a chance, not that you can be arsed. I want so much, I need so much and I know you can’t supply, though I wish I’d known earlier ‘bout your heart being a lie.

So stop it boy, don’t you see? That’s all you are now, and more importantly; that’s all you’ll ever be. A memory. You’ve had your chance. There will never be another you and me.

You fuck things up? I’ll fuck you op.
Better yet. I’ll forget.
You, entirely.

All Gone x Patta @ 60/62

Whatcha doing tomorrow after work? Oh I know, you’re doing drinks, with me, while
flipping through the pages of the new All Gone. And then you’re doing more drinks, with me, while flipping out at Woo Riddim. Deal? 

M.A.C. Deli [24/01/2012]

So, I’ve started working at M.A.C. Cosmetics’ Pro Store in Amsterdam as a parttime lowly newbie. I thought it might be fun to share the different looks of each of my workdays with you, while I’m still exploring all the different products offered (and that’s a lot). I’ll be doing this over on my much ignored-lately make up oriented blog, Ace All Over Your Face. So, if you share my shallow obsession even in the slightest and want to know what all is possible with M.A.C. from a beginning insider’s point of view, make sure to check up on that. Posting the first here as well, click the picture to enlargen it!

And we’re back on.

Status: 

  • I have a job. One that’s perfect for me. I’m actually loving it, so far.
  • Dragged my Xbox to my man’s place, bad idea. Currently a ruthless Queen of Albion with crazy amounts of gold.
  • Last night was the first time I slept a proper 8 hours since last week’s tuesday.
  • My make-up obsession is running fevers. My wallet’s running a depression.
  • I’m still homeless and desperately looking to stop being so.
  • I’ve wasted a proper 300 euro’s on nailpolish in the last 4 months.
  • iPhone’s stolen. Currently feel like I’m fighting the world’s social media armies with a rotting trout and a T9 shield.
  • I has a tablet. Shit just got real.
I finally got me a doggie! ❤ (Taken with instagram)

I finally got me a doggie! ❤ (Taken with instagram)

You know what?

Fuck you, Sunday. You’re never sunny. You’re nothing but an appendix and they should degrade you to Day. Or Lameday.

I went from screaming at The-Dream to sobbing with Slayer in the past 3 hours and am now properly fed up with the world and most of all myself. I’m going to lock myself up with books and cookies and shriek LALALA when Life’s calling me.

                                           

Quality time with my creator. (Taken with instagram)

Quality time with my creator. (Taken with instagram)

Coco parties on Chanel’s.

 It was Coke’s 21st birthday weekend and  between shopping for prezzies, working ADE  weekend at Jimmy (the horror!) and suffering  intense self pity due to a completely uncalled  for bladder infection I found some time to  birthdayfy my gal.

 I’d like to make up mangle her more often.  Such pretty eyesies.