my personal concrete jungle

'Versatile and unique, the SAMPAR woman loves her city and its
surroundings. From the windows and the bright lights lining the streets,
the parks full of trees, to the bustling café terraces; she loves it all.
Independent, she carries herself with elegance.'

well, my dear reader, the SAMPAR woman lives in Paris. At least
according to the origin of SAMPAR, which i hope could be found
at the local Douglas. If not, thanks god we can order it on the
internet and it is not as expensive as on the airport catalogues.
when put in these words, we can order our whole
life on the internet, which i am strongly against. whatever.

if i can quote the clothes whisperer, i have been slowly but
constantly becoming a new yorker: i live on caffee (well, i dont
smoke any more, so is this a point for me?), i hardly
sleep and i spend money on things i dont need but i like.
i am such a wonderful consumer. true story.

everything good. 3 papers still waiting for me.

bye bye
d.
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