Camwhore Galore: Market!
First things first, I’d like to send a big shout out to Mrs. Pauline Suaco-Juan, Editor-in-Chief of the one top fashion magazines in the Philippines, Preview Magazine. One of my readers (thanks, Gia!) emailed me a link to a google archive of an article on the Philippine Star (one of the third world’s top broadsheets). She wrote an article, entitled "20 Trends that changed our lives in the last 20 years" and she mentioned my blog (woo hoo!) on item #7:
Hey, it’s not every day I get to see my name on the newspaper so allow me to indulge in this little brush with mediadom. Hahaha! Photo courtesy of Chuvaness.
7) Reality Bites
From Pinoy Big Brother to Bryanboy’s blog to "I-Me-My" journalism (the kind that’s really more diary than opinion column), Pinoys can’t get enough of the real and the mundane. Everyone’s jumping on the reality bandwagon for their five minutes worth of fame (and hopefully fortune). Following the lead of PBB alumni Sam Milby and Zanjo Marudo, many try the TV route and audition for one of the many contest format shows; many more are opting to write their own blogs, hoping to achieve even a fraction of the attention, if not controversy, Bryanboy’s site has generated.
LOL! Who knew I was controversial? Hahahaha! Thanks Pauline.
Before I spit my usual nonsense and pictionary bonanza, can I just say I’m dying? My upper left wisdom tooth is killing me. No wonder I’ve been having these headaches and fever the past few days — it’s my tooth that’s fucking me up! I simply CAN’T function at all!
I tried all sorts of over-the-counter/non-prescription drug out there (paracetamol, ibuprofen, mefenamic acid) and none of them are working. This is why I fucking hate the third world. It’s fucking easier to get ILLEGAL drugs from the street than get a narcotic. All it takes is a trip down the club, loitter around the toilets and wait for the powers that be to cough up a snowstorm — no prescription required! Fuck drugs though. My party and play days are best kept in the attict. Sober is the new black and I’d rather keep it that way. Besides, I’m not getting any younger. Who the hell wants to be found having a seizure in the club with your mouth foaming like a rabid dog with rabies?
Yes, I know I’m still obese. Deal with it, ya fuckin cunts!
To be honest with you, I don’t even think narcotics are available in this shithole. I know for a fact that vicodin is UNHEARD of amongst the pharmacies here. When I had a tooth extracted ages ago, the fucking dentist gave me ibuprofen. When I complained to an orthopedist about my excruciating back pain, the asshole prescribed me calcium supplements and a fucking ergonomic chair. I wouldn’t be surprised if cancer patients around here get paracetamol tablets. Shit, I’d rather jump off the bridge and kill myself if I found out I have cancer. That’s how terrible it is over here.
Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. This is somewhat an emotional post although to be honest, I have NEVER BEEN HAPPIER in my life. My head has been nagging at me to do one of these things and I thought NOW is the right time to say it.
Hahahaha! How was it possible? I only started my free sticker promotion yesterday and my maid Eunice haven’t even mailed the stickers yet. So far I’ve received 1,341 free sticker packet requests. I figured we’ll send anywhere between 150-300 envelopes each week. This is much harder than what I expect.
Anyway, Howard (www.zombiecoterie.com) is one of my good friends in Londontown and I fedexed him an envelope sometime last week with a fair amount of stickers. He’s a brilliant artist; you should see some of his artwork. I love him dearly. He’s one of my fairy godfathers. (hint hint to one of my fairy godmothers.. I hope you’re reading this too.) At this point, I’m at the crossroads of what it is exactly I want to do with my life. In spite of all the drama in my personal relationships, I’m soo glad and blessed to have people like him who support me dearly and unconditionally.
More after the jump…