Mid Year Brouhaha

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?

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m starting a new 8am to 5pm schedule this week which means new teammates, a new supervisor, and a new body clock. Crazy, crazy not to mention the traffic at Gorordo Avenue at 7am! I’m seeing normal people I must be hallucinating. And I need to take off the shade on my windows to block out sunlight no more. At the pretext of being in the normal time zone, I will still be forever the nocturnal indulgephile that kowtows to the nightlife, silog meals at 3am and Starbucks at 5am.

There was a farewell party at my teammate Ciara’s house Saturday night and everybody didn’t notice I came late because the men were pretty much hammered and the girls were trying hard to get a last minute attempt to seduce my former supervisor.

The Diva Macky Fedora’d

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That Saturday Night.

This is an attempt to jeopardize my career. But nobody knows it until someone has an inkling of what I’m talking about. haha.

Tonight was a celebrated party @ Vudu sponsored by FTV, Bigfoot and Bigwhatevers. My gay friend O dolled me up in this tiered white dress with a huge belt that has an oversized buckle strapped on my upper waist. Gold pumps flattered the gold buckle and my gold slouch bag. He left an hour ago and wasn’t able to see me put on makeup and my silver earrings. I couldn’t find the straightening iron when I so wanted to iron my hair. Teasing it and putting on an anti-frizz serum would have to do. I don’t know if it screams sexy or unkempt. O? He’d be so proud.

Anton was supposed to be right outside my house at 11pm and its 10 minutes past that and I’m beginning to wonder if he’s getting even the last time I stood him up when my phone rang. He’s running late because he doesn’t know where he placed our tickets. I was floored. “What do you mean you don’t remember?” I asked him. He had been looking all over the place. His room and the entire condo had been in total disarray just because of those damned tickets. Those tickets are our tickets to the party and I wouldn’t’ let him ruin the night by forgetting a measly thing such as where he last placed them.

And he still didn’t find any sign of those tickets. I’m like, Go ask for more from your friends and come here. We’re late. As if there is any appropriate time to party. But he did. He picked me up first, then, his girlfriend Apple and we have to stop by at Bo’s Ayala to go get our tickets. Continue reading »

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