Lipstick Writings on the Wall

Currently playing: "Dangerous Type" by Letters to Cleo


Dear Blog,

I woke up feeling so strange today- another Monday with hang-over. Last night's back-to-back party was a blast. "A" got tipsy and I passed out. I wonder why we got really drunk while we only purchased the pocket size favorite:

Good thing we're able to find our way back home through the great maze.

Now, I'm starving to death. I'm so thirsty I can't even open my throat. I need ice.

BRB!

A New Beguiling

Currently playing: "I Have the Touch" by Heather Nova

Warning: (to myself) Do not write anything about him. Here. For now.

Notice to the Public: The owner of this profile is mending a broken heart, healing a twisted mind and looking for a soul. Thank you for your patience.

Whatever Happened to the Frigid Jones?

Currently playing: "Kiss From A Rose" by Seal

Sorry if I haven't been blogging for a while.
Oh, for a long, long while.
I had suffered from writer's amnesia.
Frigid Jones was institutionalized.

Here is the not-so interesting run-down of events for the past few years (or months? It's been like centuries though):

I fell inlove with someone (I already forgot who was the lucky dumb guy).
I have always been inlove with MyBigMc- that's a given fact.
Yes, I played around.
I seriously played a game.
I quit playing.
Forgot the names of the players.
I intended to.

I got promoted.
Not really a promotion.
It was more of a glamorized title.
Still it was a promotion since my talent fee was adjusted.
A little.
Workloads were also adjusted.
Big time.

I got busy.
Very busy.
Every month was a workshop.
Tapings every week.
Photoshoot everyday.
Brainstorming every hour.
I can only sleep for minutes.
Breath in a second.

I started a production.
I was contracted to write and host a talk show (check: http://thebash.travellerspoint.com/).
I ate controversies, scandals and intrigues for breakfast.
I suffered hyper-acidity.
I requested for a 3 month leave.
The show's gonna be back by January 2010.

I fell inlove again.
This time it's no longer a game.
It's a tournament.
With serious players.
And deadly weapons.

I got promoted again.
Not really a promotion.
It was more of a serious title.
Still it was a promotion since I have to use up all my hidden talents.
Forget the talent fee.
Think of more brain-draining workloads.
And big responsibilities.

I got busier than ever.
I think I was just born busy.
I don't get old every year.
I get busier.

I started another production.
A TFJD spin-off.
It's called "Confessions of a Drama Queer".
It's more intriguing.
More scandalous.
And more controversial.
I can no longer eat.
We're still down to last three episodes.
And we're about to start the new season.

I'm actually working.
I just took a break.
And ask for a miracle.
So if Frigid Jones not doing anything.
You know what he's doing.
You're right.
Sleeping.

BRB!