Sexy Back

 Colby, I miss you! You're over weight. “Mom, what happened to Colby?” I asked my mom while cuddling Colby. “No idea. We followed your eating program. Maybe your dog is pregnant.” My mom said while having her nails done. “Colby is a male canine. I knew it. Mom…” I was about to have a breakdown but decided to leave my mother's house instead.

After attending to some personal matters and some life altering events that would hopefully shape my future, I found myself back to where I started. Awww….. Silly, this is not a novel or some tv drama. I mean blogging… by blogging I mean all about the “scene” in our precious little town called Makati. Is it the capital? Oops.

Given a choice I will forever surround myself with curators, artists, gallery directors and critics. I really miss having a very simple life. Just attending contemporary art exhibitions and appreciating European films. Oh well.. what's stopping me anyhow? Don't answer that.

There are times when I find myself pondering themes about my past, the value of tradition, and the wisdom of the ancients. I feel so blessed to have experienced such things that can easily give me a deep sense of responsibility. But now that I'm "sexy" back I easily forget who I really am. Especailly when I put on my pair of jeans, a shirt that shows my ripped body, accessories, and pose for photogs to grace a non sense bash in some filty old mansion.
“How long are we going to do this? Aren't you tired” I asked Paolo after downing my first shot. “I am. It's not a choice. These people are our friends. Believe it or not everyone wants this and everyone wants to be us?!” Paolo said after raising his glass for another shot. I understand the whole superpower-responsibilty-talk that Paolo had with me but I still don't get why I always complain like a little child and yet I find myself hobnobbing in the spirit of superficiality. Yes, it is pathetic and I don't expect people to understand. Perhaps, some of you do… I hope.

Anyhow, trainwreck is getting old and I need to put myslef together before I start singing Barry Manilow songs to everyone. Darn, Paolo was right. It's not a choice and it is my life. Born with it is what people say. Why will I complain when I have gorgeous people who surround me every single day of my life? I should be punished and by that I mean get spanked. Tudulus!