Ahh… tis the weekend again. If you’re a glammarazzi and you know it, clap your hands! The wonderful job of ever perusing the social scene in Cebu, the hands against face pose because you’ve been mugged shot! Yes, Yes. How Boring. Wink. Wink.
Nestor “Wackow” Natividad’s 23rd (time..) Beerday at Julia’s on Friday, Oct13.
Saturday lunch at Table 7 with Heart and Kit then headed to1623803798to book Heart’s tickets to Macau.
Stopped the car in the middle of famous mactan bridge. Eek. Surely no one knows us. Haha. My dad would have a heart attack.
Asle Garden with Kit, Catherine, Botoi and I don’t know this other guy’s name (one in white shirt with red trim). If you do, tell me. HAPPY BEERDAY also to my beau. Texted him, greeted him, pretended I saw it in Friendster when actually I’ve known about it for weeks. Hope you’ll have fun D. Me so sad I can’t be with you. Got into Tonic with Sasha and saw his friends. One guy murmured to the other + they all stared = haba ng buhok ng Lola nyo.
Proceeded to Vudu right after. Redundant? Not yet until I saw the Persian with a date. The asshole. Woops. He saw me right away and instantly reached for my shoulder with a whispered, “baby”. Baby my *
expletive deleted*! To shrug him off would be mean, to give him a steely glare and walk off (in a huff, oh, the melodrama, you missed it) would be just the oomph in that drama. Proceeded to Kasadja, – the new Mango Square. If the entire habitues from the now defunct Mango Square weren’t all there then my name isn’t Kristine. The Gay Mecca. Poor women. We have to do a double-take before we can zero in on our target. Best to know if he’s straight up or with a twist. Wink.
Sunday for Church with the House of Fab. Lunch at Majestic.
Ayala with Heart and Kit and for dinner at Krua Thai. Heart and I headed out to the spa to have a full Swedish Massage. Kit had to go because the baby inside her was itching to go home. The massage was great. The masseur greater. We could have men do the massage themselves but I chickened out not because I’m embarrassed to take all my clothes off for those but because I don’t trust myself at all. Hahahaha. This hot guy from the Zen Spa got my number and I was told by my masseuse that he usually gets all the bookings (for massages, perverts). In demand ha. When I got a glimpse of his hot body I don’t blame them. He takes his top off when he does this thing and only wears a pair of white chinos. Somebodygetmeoutofhere….
Marnelli Uyguangco’s bday at Dessert Factory.
Mitzil Lumasag’s bday too. Gahd. At Bench Fix again.
Dinner Chika-an, Lahug.
….before massages again at Body and Soul. Its an addiction.
Heart, O, me and my date – none other than the masseur himself –went to three strip bars tonight. Hahhaa. What a trip. These waif young girls in their underwear walking around the bar like its the normal dress code –these girls who dance like slamming their crotches on the tiled floor is very necessary that they had to do it to, what else, entertain and overwhelm their bewildered guests. Jeez. Jizz. Haha. We ended at seedy Navigator Bar in Mandaue where the men (three to be exact) suddenly ganged up on us right after we settled ourselves at our table. They, in briefs only, came up and took our hands so that we could stroke their chests and I’m all, Fakk, I haven’t even ordered yet! They have to give us time to condition ourselves. The lowering of their briefs to show a hint of bush doesn’t work for me I actually had to close my eyes. Nabastos ako, hayop. But I didn’t say that the part where they made us stroke their chests wasn’t fun – will they shriek if you grab their crotches? Tsk Tsk. Sayang. If I weren’t so reeling from the initial shock of being gangbanged I would have returned the favor and shock them back.
…and boy, they really need to clean their restrooms. Ick should be in another language.
Heart’s flight will leave at 1230pm heading to Hongkong, then Macau. I’m gonna be depressed again. I’m always like this whenever someone I care about leaves Cebu. Toodles. Gotta find something to channel regression, errm, depression.