Curly Me

I never thought I would end up being curly-haired. But here I am. I chopped off my horse's tail when it wasn't coming out like a geisha's tresses and instead went crazy with this new "do". Very few people telling me I look great in it, which is the usual yada yada when you get a new haircut. It's a measure of my self-esteem that I am not bothered by the lack of raves. I like the change so who cares about what other people think. haha.

Nothing much to blog about. Except for that pseudo promotion. Until I see it in my payslip, I ain't believing it. My title is so much nicer now though. Onwards to World Domination! But in retrospect, my social life and everything else life is practically nil. Which is probably why M thought of hooking me up with his other clients. It was the topic in his head for one particular session. Wonder what he ate that day? If he had a cute Jap guy maybe I would've taken the bait. Or some Mensa psycho. Not band roaches though. I'm off those.

How to tell him though that I don't need the matchmaking? Someday I will tell him the tale of Neph, my alterego. As a GM, you get hordes of guys wanting to get to know you. But then, of course, nobody is so stupid enough to think that they like the real you. More likely, they'll be asking for items or the inside scoop even before you've made yourself comfortable in a resto. So I stay away from them like the plague. But okay, to be fair, I've met some nice ones who seem to like ME. But still, I can't go out with them. Enuf said.

Leseee... what have I been doing of late? Went to a Powerbooks warehouse sale. Got all Yoga and Body Sculpting stuff. Ugh, I chose functional. And then I had to go and buy Gaiman's Anansi Boys in National Book Store where there was NO sale. Go figure.

Miel and I laughed ourselves crazy with Ben Stiller's Night at the Museum. It just got funnier and funnier. It was a blast when they showed a shot of the museum from the outside and it was rockin with house music. As a testament to my strangeness, I cried major leagues at that part when Dad watched New Dad jump over puddles with his son. Miel's never having that. I feel unaccountably guilty.

I am going to the Body Balance audition tomorrow. Just to scope things out. M thinks I am not half-ready and I think he's right. A lot of things to work on me still like em darn hamstrings.

Mwah. I am going to sleep now. Just finished my potboilers. Yay! Now I can REALLY start writing in my blog about stuff that's not about me.