Met with the guys at Sony Music yesterday. And I instantly had this crush with their manager. Sigh. Why do they always have to be goddamn coñitas? Why do the rich kids have to be the beautiful people? Is it the Spanish Mestizo blood? Tell me! Unless I have a Toyota 4-Runner and hang-out at 78 Orange, I don’t stand a chance. And I really doubt if you can take them to Divisoria and Quiapo.

There are really some days you hate being middle class.

hehehe.