IMHO

Oh Diva?

It's Friday night, I'm dead tired, and all I want to do is go to bed...but I don't want to wash my face. It's all made-up you see, and very prettily too - something I'm not too used to anymore. This lovely, lovely girl called Marge Enrique did my face, and my hair...which for a change is down and strrrraight (and very long, need to get around to doing something about that...). So I neither want to wash my face or shampoo my hair, because Marge did such an outstanding job of beautifying me. For a magazine shoot. Oh wait, hey, yeah you read that right. I'm not kidding. All styled and glammed up and dressed to the Tan Gan-Rajo Laurel nines (and nowhere to go except to the market for tomorrow's feeding at the Center). Yaaahoo... No, I'm not daydreaming - I have witnesses (ask Gari, although I don't know how credible he'd turn out to be, heh heh). Or check out a certain ahem, international magazine of French origin in December (check out November as well *smile*). I can hardly believe it myself...but I sure had so much FUN this afternoon prepping and posing in a P40,000 suade chair and chitchatting with the stylists and Sara Black, the photographer. One thing's for sure, I'm going to be a make-up artist when I grow up. That pretty much complements my dream of cutting/styling hair. And Marge is going to do my wedding (whenever that may be, but hey, I got her number). Oh, and I'm going to take her advice and make the most of my natural wave/curl (can't wait to try out her tricks). Hah. Hee hee! The Primadonna (as opposed to Johanna's Brattina) is ruined for life! Vanity, yes that's me :-)

posted by Honey Oliveros @ 7:54 PM