adventures in neverland

in between dating, haunting, bouts of insomnia, meeting friends over coffee or wine,  nursing a hang over with massage and two glasses of bloody mary at staunton, watching movies at ifc and pacific place, dvd hunting, updating my wardrobe and cruising in the river styx, i still find time to read books, i mean novels. chos! a lot.  i have never read this much for as long as i can remember. ah the price of being luvless..but i am not complaining. this goddess needs to feed her peanut-sized brain once in a while..hahaha. so far i have finished these (oh please, no bragging rights intended): (mr. hollinghurst never disappoints. his prose is poetry in disguise -- elegant just lyk most of his characters, lush, rich and delicious. it's lyk watching a merchant ivory film or a bbc classic on teevee. now i want to read again his previous books.) (i can totally relate to mr. orwell. my version would be, down and out in makati and malate.) (my third time to ...

give it to young filipinos to be the life of the party -- even the spontaneous one. last saturday nyt, a number of teen filipinos turned lkf into an instant street party when they, what else, showed their dancing prowess to the delight of pedestrians who were hopping from one bar to another. others joined the craze and danced the nyt away, while some took pictures and videos. i am sure there are already videos of the said street party on youtube. i wanted to join, but i was already quite drunk. i was afraid i might trip and embarrass myself. also, there were a lot of paparazzi around, so i controlled myself. but the iphone generation is relentless, unselfconscious and totally lacks inhibitions. they danced, shouted, laughed and urged others to join them. i luv! sum of the pictures i took. the cute kid in blue blazer with nice hair style in the last pic is antoine. i met him in another bar after i left the street party. he and his friend were totally drunk. we danced,...