bambina writes

Brief Encounter

So there I was at an airport terminal, somewhere in the Middle East, en route to Europe to see the man. I scanned the coffee shop, staffed naturally by Filipinos, hoping to park myself at a table and keep myself awake for the next three hours with a cup of java. I heard an accent that was unmistakably - for want of a better description - Manila-NuVo-Embassy-by way of Boston University.

Things Go Better with Coke

The ongoing "high" society drugs-and-sex scandale in Manila as exposed by THAT blog reminds me of an incident - oh gosh - over 20 years ago or so. I was home from Paris for the summer and on a date with a well-known Man About Town. Intellectual sophisticate, smooth talker, connoisseur and collector of all things luxurious, from sports cars, aircraft, fine vintage wines, private islands and women...

Queen Bees and Wannabes

You gotta love our country. The land where Kafka wears a smile, while tripping on Zoloft in between marathon cocaine speedball sessions. And where the scandales keep on coming like the gift that never stops giving.

Forget the NBN-ZTE scandale. All of Manila - and beyond - is riveted by the ongoing revelations of the former Australian gay lover of some lifestyle columnist with a penchant for snorting the white stuff up his nose and defrauding boyfriends. His partners in crime - allegedly - are some of Manila's IT boys and girls collectively known as the Gucci Gang. Whether self-styled, self-proclaimed and self-advertised I won't say; you be the judge.