Catch Me If You Kanch

Hello Kitty.

Did a runway the other night for L'Atier De Kanch/Kanchan Couture, I'm sure if you read this and know me then you'll be aware of the abundance of photographs that have emerged rather cheaply on facebook of this event. I wore an enormous blue get-up that had to be taped on and then held there, so my night entailed keeping my hands on my hips for the entire evening so as to not be abandonned like a dramatic woman by her clothes (and the trecherous adhesive thither applied).

The most entertaining part of the show came later. They'd painted a large section of my face purple (I forget who the makeup artist was), and this stuff is really very tricky to remove. Serpiente (like a good beau) came to see the show, sat right up in the front with his camera and got two very useless and endearing photos (endearing due to the attempt).

He picked me up after the shows and the shoot, and was charming enough to arm-in-arm me. To truly explain how much makeup I was wearing, I could feel the tops of my eyebrows using only my eyelashes (the fakes).

A deformed begger (hong kong has a lot of them) shouted at Serpiente as we bustled past her 'And you wont pay for me?' in her creaky cantonese.

Good times.

I tore off those damned tarantula-genital eye lashes when I got to Serpiente's. They are still at his mini bar.

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat.

You Can Have Whatever I Like.

Well my kittens, I've been interrupted. I've realized that this blog is not nearly as witty as I should like it to be, possibly because I am not that much of a witty person. There is a difference between making constant innuendoes and simply declaring that timeless syllable 'sex!' whenever things get too quiet.

I'm the ghoul in the burrow.

In any case, dears, I've been hong konging very vigorously in the last few weeks. I found a booze-stirrer that looks like a giant plastic sperm thanks to my dear amigo Dr.Melonhead who works as a bar here in HK. He is a delightful man who has seen me go through a copious amount of 'oxygen sharing apparatus' (otherwise known as swains) because I like to bring them to his bar.

Went to a fundraiser/cocktail party for cancer at 'FINDS' a charming bar/lounge in Lang Kwai Fong. Got the invite from Dee who wore Christian Louboutin, and I went with Serpiente (current Beau) who wore a Hugo suit (Dolce being previously donned on valentines day). Jay Parmanand, Monica Blanch & Scott Thompson were the mixers, flown in from some destination to booze up the wondrous world of hong kong, each with their own specialty drinks.

Serpiente started on the Apoteke, which apparently tasted of absolute balls. By the time we arrived we were both a couple of olive-juice/iloveyou martinis forward and so, deciding to take it slow, I went straight for the Triple O's (orgasm) three shots.
It was delightful, and in the color of a traffic light (never a sign to stop).

For a cancer-cocktail/fundraiser the hubbub-pub bubbs spent a lot of time smoking, but this is 852.

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat.

More?

My oh my, life has really taken off in a very extravagant manner.

I haven't the work-ethic to update my life completely, all the shenanigans that have occurred since my last post and this are probably so elaborate and detailed that they are what I started to blog for. Naturally, due to the nihilistic kaka-de-toro that is the ethernet, I've neglected to update.

Well, lets see then...

About a month ago, four weeks ago tomorrow, I picked myself up to Wanchai. See, I'd been hearing an inordinate amount about a particular individual who was both reputed to be actually amiable (something generally unheard of in this city) and more importantly unmarooned. We got to talking before an actual face to face encounter, with him sending off a message to me and I giving the usual charming and unconsciously sardonic reply.

After further exchanges of goodwill and compliments, practically in harmony, we arranged to meet. He works as a bartender, and so I headed over to his place of trabaja on that fine February afternoon. After that we scaddadled to the Peace Steps with a corona a piece and good intentions. For once my good intentions had good results. I'd given him a half-hug as he had shouted my corona.

Ahhhh I must fly!

More later, lovelies.

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat

Odio Patatas Part 1

I was told today that I must blog about Glinda. SO this post will be all about her.
And then the next one will be updating on my life, because you all care so much.

I was told this by Glinda, and it is because of that that I must oblige. Considering the usual satire and verbosity that goes around this blog, this may be a tad tricky. Because I have intentions of being nice.

I went with Glinda to another choir rehearsal, the show is soon and we are all getting ready blah blah blah... Some of the members are truly starting to irritate me. I made a girl sit a seat down from me so my yummy black coach bag could sit on the chair next to me instead of her. The alto in front of me was possibly the most flatulent person I have ever encountered... but I didn't want to swap places with my bag for fear it may disintegrate with the toxic fumes escaping her ruddy bowels.

Charming, I know.

After the rehearsal both Glinda & I had auditions, she sang 'Psalm 23' (if you don't know it then go stick your head in a hole and blubber like a suffocating yak). Compared with the other auditionees Glinda was very good. She has a charming voice, (encanta-style) - although I know that opera / classical isn't really her favorite genre, she sand Psalm 23 very well.
The other auditions were really ppp-ing it up, (or rather, down) and their vibratos were due to skittish nerves or plain anxiety. And then Glinda stood up (and stayed standing, mind you) with a ff to be proud of. She later told me she always sang at forte. Can I get a 'rock on' from any random member of the audience?

ANYWHOODLE...

In good Glinda, Mahi-Mahi & I tradition, we went for drinks after singing hymns.
Mahi-Mahi met up with us and we headed up to Shake-Em-Buns (a greasy sleazy establishment with plaques that suggest that the proprietor enjoys intercourse more than food. well, I know I do.) where they both chewed down on fries, and we all made merry.

I'm not sure if I have written enough about Glinda yet.

I must write a lot or I will never understand spanish again.

Glinda sang Dowland piece 'Come Again, Sweet Love Doth Now Invite' (oddly, I am listening to John Dowlands 'Can She Excuse My Wrongs' right now).
Trevvs played the piano exquisitely (what. a. shock... I know) and Glinda sang the counter-tenor line.

Fad Thai

So then, ladies and gentlemen.

I've been in Thailand for the last week or so abusing the holiday better known as Lunar New Year.

Went to Hua Hin, stayed in the charming Railway Hotel, (formerly known) a victorian establishment with charming tea every day and a dark-wood library to die for. The whole place was a complete anachronism, with actual carriages in certain parts, and a lot of gardens and grounds.

The only really modern aspect of the hotel in Hua Hin was the gym, where I spent most of my time catching up with the world on F TV and exercising my butt off (literally).

And then the four seasons in bangkok for a little while, which was lovely.

Well now I'm back in the big 852 and the first thing I did [within an hour of landing] was to find Mahi-Mahi and Flower, who invited me to a fooding session (otherwise known as lunch). And then on wards go to Bala.

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat

Never has so much...

There, the title was one for Flower as I know it is engraved up on a certain wall in prison. It is engraved there in its entirety, however.

Today was a fine day, I had reproaches hurtled at me for the better part of the morning and then my flute broke. Candy, my flute, is my oldest instrument and is unspeakably dear to me. She is not overly-wrecked, yet the piping around B & A is in a sorry state indeed.

Sticky-finger sister looked really good today, although she needed to chanel-it a little bit ('always take off the last thing you out on' - referring to over embellishment). Her eyelashes were very well done, so much so that I told her I'd blog about it. And lo and behold, I display again my amazing memory for useless information and my lack of priority to have something else better to do. Pardon the cynical snip snip snip.

Did a photo-shoot, was pleasant enough. I am usually very much the lone-diva-wolf who simply does not like working with other models. Its not a competition, its simply because I don't want to end up having to work with a complete cat of a girl who is prissy and will insist on talking about some new horrible regurgitation of Stephanie Meyer. Can I get a 'BLECH! GROSS' from any random member of the audience?

The girl I worked with today, lovely asian model (formerly signed by Disease Models), was a real delight. Her agent recently moved to Beijing and so work has been thin on the ground. I talked with her about the usual things (lighting malfunctions, university, my extreme love of fruit-tips the candy) and I recommended two agencies to her. She's got a lovely face, and that really is the best word I can think of to describe it... its not cute-sey or super-angular, and she doesn't look like an alien (thank dear god that trend in on the way out, walk of the runway you invaders from mars). Zooms for Giselle.

Did some shots with a lute and a flute, artistic kinds of portraits, all that jazz. Simply because we had such delightful props at our disposal. After which we got started on the actual promotional stuff that ultimately made for some nice shots, or so I believe.

Took a lot of photos that will ultimately be bedecked with logos and all that, and hopefully not all of them shall be posted on the ether.

Speaking tomorrow to another merry conglomeration about Antigone and Orwells 1984. Excitement in the realms? Excitement.

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat

Hail To The Chief

Stayed up until 1 in Hong Kong to watch the inauguration of President Barack Obama.