The Glamarazzi

August! It’s summer, isn’t it? Sorry but I’m working on US Time Zone and I can’t relate to the third world and all that flood. Teehee. But I feel bad about Manila being drenched to the core. I hope my friends are okay. I miss me psychobabbling and seeing now that this site is up, I’m more keen into updating it than this. Oh, I’m sorry Glamarazzi, I miss you, too. Hug? No? Kfine.

I am actually in an environment where they take work seriously which probably is the cause of all my emphysema attacks. Excuse me, we are not here to coddle you. Do your job and don’t make us feel sorry if you don’t. Sell! Sell! Sell! Slash your wrists! Graveyard now is my life and I can feel my eye cream giving up on me and my pores growing the size of Marco Polo.

I’ve been getting on that bike since last week’s date and no, you can’t relax. My back is strained from all that leaning and just when I joked about, “Babe, I shouldn’t be needing all that makeup. The dust makes my compact dull in comparison and the smoke fumes hot for the smoky look,” he went, “I should get you a new helmet then.”

Uh, ack? New helmet equals investment. Iskkerrri. I can buy a helmet for myself, thank you, and not just because I’m constantly on that monster. Hihi. Prolly a helmet with glitters and a hot pink feather boa and a scarf with the logo of LV to hold back my hair. Aaaahh. Ang arte.

I had fun last Saturday with the girls Sheila, Jorj, Quennie, Tony, and Karo and thanks to my 24 year old body I can still stay up for 24 hours and not feel guilty about it. I also need all the pictures I can get because by the time I reach the age where my knees no longer cannot take sashaying to Kaskade, then at least I can show my grandchildren that I didn’t have trouble doing it before. Sunday was shopping at Paseo with the Biker and Syke’s for cakes, shakes, and Wifi.

Thanks to the new people I meet, my weekends are full. I meet people everyday ahlavet… and yes, I’ve changed my perception of people’s personalities: Some of them are ALL THE SAME but with different pore regions on their cheeks. I’m certain of that. By the way, the only thing constant in this world is garbage. Bassuurraa. It never, ever, goes away.

So I think I’m full of myself. Yeah? You, think? Like this?

Hmm. That’s me. Just happy, and confident, and geeky and gay?

Spread the love, guys. Spread it with lavanders, and rainbows and tulips and skipping and laughing hard even if your asthma keeps you from roaring from your chest.  

See you all at Formo tomorrow for their anniversary wingding… er, shindig.