I got a Fingertattoo … and everyone was against it

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If you read my last article about getting my first Tattoo in Korea, you know how hooked I got on getting more! Before I got the venus symbol on my wrist I actually planned on getting a small tattoo on the side of my finger. I mean … have you seen Ariana’s super cute BABY DOLL Tattoo or Rihanna’s legendary Shhh…? The first time I saw them I instantly knew: I want that too. A Tattoo small enough not to be noticed that easily but still visible enough to make a statement. So shortly after I got my first Tattoo, I returned to Ida’s studio in Itaewon to get it handpoked by her sweet co-worker Baka. Continue reading “I got a Fingertattoo … and everyone was against it”

On Breaking Up With Someone You Still Love

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It’s been three weeks since we broke up … 24 days to be precise. Every one who has been through a break up knows – it’s hard! But believe me: It’s even harder when you are still in love. It’s a situation no one ever prepared me for. And it’s a situation I never expected to go through … and even though I loved him so much, I was the one who chose to walk away.

We had met on a typical Saturnight in a Bar in Hongdae. After pre-gaming with a guy I had met the night before, I ended up hopping on the last subway to meet my friends, who later on introduced me to the boy I now call my ex-boyfriend. He looked like a typical fuckboy: Tattoos all over his arms, hands and even his neck, perfectly parted dark hair and an arrogant smile on his face. We all got drunk together and shortly after I found myself in his arms, exchanging steamy kisses on the dance floor. I went home that night. Alone. And I remember falling into my bed just labeling it as one of the usual hook ups we all have, right? But this time was different. Continue reading “On Breaking Up With Someone You Still Love”

Confessions of a Party Girl: A Night Out Between K-Pop Look-alikes and Party Pills

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I love Hip Hop. Whether it’s underground Korean Hip Hop or Tyga’s newest album- chances are you will see me dressed in one of my favorite baseball caps and a crop top twerking with my girls in our favorite Hip Hop Club. And while I’m jamming with my friend to 3 X In a Row right now (an oldie but a goodie – anyone with me here?!) it automatically threw me back to one of the worst party nights ever which … you guessed it … took place at one of Seoul’s most famous Hip Hop Clubs.

It was during those last warm nights in October when my girlfriends and I decided to spoil ourselves with a legendary party night in Hongdae – and with that I mean getting a table with a shit ton of booze feeling like badass bitches blowing their pocket money for the weekend. The night started like a usual Saturdaynight: We hopped on the sub later than expected, pregamed with Tequila shots at a random bar in Sinchon and showed up to the club last minute before the guest list closed. I already started falling head over heels for pretty much every good-looking boy that we passed by, making me feel like a hormone driven teenager again. Little did I know – those guys were only the appetizers for the main dishes waiting inside. Continue reading “Confessions of a Party Girl: A Night Out Between K-Pop Look-alikes and Party Pills”

Confessions of a Party Girl

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If going clubbing was a legit major, I would probably be a student with honors. Since I have been in Korea I have pretty much not left out on any party. Hanging out at the infamous Playground while getting drunk of some cheapass Soju? Did that. Went to a rooftop party on a hot and steamy summer night? Done that. Getting into four clubs for free in one night at Itaewon? Check. Blacking out in Hongdae and waking up with a stamp from Mike’s Cabin? Not proud of it, but yeah, I also did that. And don’t judge me by the way – we all now that Mike’s is a magical place – especially after one of their gross fire shots. So I like to consider myself a very well experienced partygirl, that knows many of the people in the clubbing scene if that’s how you wanna call it. And even though I do appreciate a great buzz and an even better party at least once a week – I have to admit: The magic is slowly vanishing. Continue reading “Confessions of a Party Girl”