I just came home from a very easy shoot that will have me 5000 pesos richer, and a 20 minute after-shoot drinking spree with some new friends at Bel-Air. I love the rush of meeting new friends. Vodka helps! And so does a beautiful house in one of the nicest villages in the city. Hello, Makati skyline. Hello, the fleeting feeling of First World-ness

After a night of Unimaginable Dancing, Lady Gaga, stolen vodka, and screaming, and a euphemistic multi-player sexual pick-me-up on the way home, I'm sitting at my laptop happily surfing through Wikipedia. There's been no morning after like this, ever.

It's new- and oddly touching- for girls to come to me and say they wish they danced like I did.

Oblation Run today. Disappointing. Tiny flaccid penises, overexcited freshmen virgins, nasty old sagging closeted men, silly I-Swear-I'm-So-Straight college boys fooling no one, all of them with goddamned dSLRS, and my mildly excited friends and I ( Read more... )