Breaking Dawn (Zalueta): La Greta’s Triumph!

The marital dialogue started a few days ago but it was only on that breezy yet warm Sunday morning that Mr. & Mrs. Stone finally agreed on the best conclusion to their amazing narrative of two years.


La Greta’s room looked rather solemn on that particular day despite its colorful décor of various mementos collected by her and her husband from their travels around the world. Neither the neatly piled collection of books nor the colorful packs of Tipco & Squeeze Orange Juices could reduce the solemnity of the room. The somber mood was further emphasized by the view of the always poised La Greta standing by the window with eyes transfixed to the receding water of Chao Phraya River from the distance. Mr Stone meanwhile was at the bed, sitting there nervously, perhaps awaiting La Greta to speak. On a normal day like this, Mr & Mrs Stone would have been in each other arms, lying on bed talking about the future, a truly romantic sight that could send Rexona Gomorra into a fit of rage.

La Greta couldn’t help but see herself from the subsiding water. It’s the metaphor for her struggle and current disposition, for what she has gone through since the dialogue of goodbye has started. Like the river overwhelmed with floodwater hence swelling like never before, La Greta was overwhelmed with pain at first that her feelings got the best of her. She cried and questioned her worth. However, a few days more of talking, slowly but surely, La Greta, independent and mature woman she is, was able to understand and accept the reality. That true love allows you to set someone free however you still love to keep that person.

The goodbye episode must have been really seamless that La Greta’s friends never noticed the difference on both. On that particular Sunday noon, both La Greta and ex husband came and join the picnic at the park organized by the mother of perpetual drama, La Dehada, without any trace of trouble from their faces & actions. This prompted Juliana Corona-Horn to keep on repeating how relaxed Mr. Stone was unlike before. Undeniably, this made Mr. Stone uneasy as he thought, La Greta had already divulged the news and that Juliana was being sarcastic to him. He opted feeding the monitor lizards as a result.

“I never wanted to spoil the day!” La Greta said when asked why she never shared the news during the picnic. I couldn’t help but admire her class and level of maturity.

Breaking up is certainly not the most pleasant situation to be in, but, in La Greta’s case, since the dialogue was between two mature adults who were fully aware of their wins and losses over the ending they were headed to, the conclusion arrived at was bittersweet yet friendly. Demi Moore & Ashton Kutcher, there you have the picture!

Indeed, the former power couple ended their story on a very good note. A very good precedent for those who are next in line. Miss Rexona Gomorra, please don’t look at me or Martina Negra or Lady B!

Jezabel Fakasta and Carlota de la Renta: The Rise of Natasha Ladies!

I am finally over the gossip-writing block which bugged me down for a month or so and which explains the dearth of written gossips about our fabulous office gals. Alluding to some office gals’ preoccupations recently, I would like to confirm that I had not been in a hiatus or hibernation mode. Just kidding Carlota and La Gomorra!

Perhaps the grandest way to to make a comeback to the gossip scene is the formal introduction of two new popular office gals whose unparalleled performances whether in kneeling, squatting, splitting or simply lying to receive the graces of gods have been consistently overshadowing the lascivious legacies of their predecessors especially that of Juliana Urdaneta Montemayor and Rexona Gomorra. The new It gals subscribe to their famous mantra: Reach for your QUOTA!

Jezabel Fakasta and Carlota de La Renta are echoing the same philosophy, vision and mission of Natasha ladies, famous for their determination in reaching their quotas. They go out from their houses very early in the morning with loads of Natasha goods on their heads, knocking every door on the street, convincing customers with their sales talk, offering discounts and the like. Our Natasha gals are no different when translating the Natasha philosophy in the man hunting business.

“A clear quota motivates you to strive further… it gives you a clear direction!” Jezabel hurriedly explained as she was taking a short break from her kneeling activity at a dark room at Ratchada. It’s her 3rd for the day and she’s a bit behind her quota.

“A quota is a quota!” Carlota butted in as she moved quickly to the next guy unzipping her fly. It’s her 4th for the day and she was determined to increase her quota further.

Not far from the two gals was Juliana Montemayor who couldn’t help but laugh as she listened to her friends gasping, moaning and chanting like there’s no tomorrow.

After their short stint in Ratchada, the gals moved hurriedly to Saunamania where they immediately reached their quotas in 30 minutes. They capped their eventful night with a live show viewing in Tawan, Juliana’s former hang-out!

Leaving the gals’ quota philosophy, let’s dig into their colorful biodata supplied by jobstreet.

Carlota de la Renta is a former socialite in Burma, having worked for F Burma for a decade. She earned the moniker Miss Bee of Burma owing to her reputation of sucking nectar from one flower to another. A product of Lithuanian and Filipina Marriage, Carlota de la Renta is fluent in Spanish, Burmese, Thai & Filipino. Currently, she works as a marketing executive for an advertising firm in the city of Fallen Angels. With her amazing portfolio, we can say that Carlota is not Most People.

At the other end of the spectrum, there is Jezabel Fakasta, a city gal with a humble origin. She’s named after a famous biblical character, the evil queen, Jezabel. Her last name meanwhile speaks of her mission in life. Jezabel is not a mermaid. She’s a maid. A fashion maid to be exact. A lot of gals would kill for her job owing to the countless perks that go with it. There is the opportunity to travel to the fashion capitals of the world attending fashion shows, jewelry exhibitions and brushing your elbow with the who’s who in fashion. Plus, there are the free goods from the fittings and photo shoots. If you have seen Jezabel’s LV bag, you would know what I am talking about.

Jezabel and Carlota, two gals who believe in a Quota! Let’s welcome them to the gossip land!

Why Lady V's Bday Bash a Success Despite the Rain?

Downpour and traffic jam didn’t stop Lady V’s friends from traveling all the way to Pridi 41 for her pre-birthday bash.  The birthday gal who chose to don a bright red Valentino dress for the occasion was feeling anxious earlier as none of her guests made it to the call in time. An important realization suddenly struck her which hopefully will put an end to her own issue of perennial tardiness. For the first time in her City of Fallen Angels life, Lady V was not late. Let me repeat, Lady V was not late. In fact here she was, reflecting on the golden rule and waiting anxiously for late people. Rexona Gomorra, a girl known for her punctuality developed via her regular meetings with foreigners, didn’t miss the opportunity to offer her side comments perhaps to reinforce the lesson of the night.

“So now you know how it feels being on the waiting side.” She told Lady V before posing fiercely beside the dishes then asked me to take her photo.

Two hours later, they were all there, all people who matter to Lady V’s life. Andrea Delos Santos, the bed supperclub Dj and her friends, Sameraa Paparazzi & her local tote, Khun Chumpoo were the first to arrive.  The feline-eyed (achieved through an aquamarine contact lenses & Cleopatra inspired eyeliner… there’s the secret) glamazon Sushmita Sen arrived with her handsome boyfriend, Vashi Vishnu. Sexier than ever, Sushmita Pakasta Sen attributed her slimmer figure to working out and reduced carbs intake.  Meanwhile, Juliana Montemayor & her delegation arrived a bit later after their driver brought them to the wrong place initially.  They finally managed to arrive 30 minutes later.  Arriving in style, prolific designer slash entrepreneur Donna Sommers of Cambodge was wearing an earthy colored jumpsuit elegantly cut in the waist through a fabulous belt. She paired her dress with an amazing pair of Doc Martens black patent boots which was just purchased a few hours earlier from Siam Paragon. They were meant to add masculinity to her dress she explained the boots combination. Juliana Yutenda Montemayor arrived in her colorful braces and surprisingly slimmer frame. Thanks to her body hugging purple shirt and drapey, double-layered white pants which effortlessly accented her main asset.  She would later bring back the lost carbs when she ate large portions of rice dishes to Carlota de La Renta’s delight. Carlota who was new in the scene didn’t waste the time to impress her new acquaintances through her spontaneous reporting of current events with comical twists owing to her choice of words and marketing-laden language.  Certainly, not most people, she held her own as she effortlessly blended to the crowd, distributing her cards on the side to prospective talents and delighting her new legion of fans owing to her undeniable beauty & congeniality. To say that Carlota de La Renta was the new IT gal that night was widely agreed upon by everyone in silence as the night was after all dedicated to Lady V. Her debut to the elite circle of office gals was a success to say the least.

Martina Negra arrived an hour before the celebration ended. As expected she was also the first to leave. Rexona Gomorra who was the life of the party owing to her innocent questions about life’s ironies didn’t waste time to introduce herself and flirt clandestinely through her usual hypnotizing stare to the farangs in attendance.  The alluring Mona Lisa Dakila-Teriyaki-Gibson-Suharto-Dodding was also there with her new husband Mr. Dodding. The sudden shift from Indonesian flavor to English seemed to work well for the beautiful lady.

Finally, there was Filipa Jones and boyfriend of the moment, Crisologo Ibarra de Francia. The gal was undeniably sexier than ever with her slimmer frame. Rexona Gomorra would stare at her every now and then to do some quick measurements. Convinced that Filipa is now way thinner the gal immediately stopped finishing her plate of Paella and had some grapes instead.

Lest I forget, kuyas of all office gals, kuya John had his final walk as he bade good bye to the city of Fallen Angels. He was not leaving of course without taking enough shots of us through his amazing camera!

While it was planned hurriedly, Lady V’s party was a celebration to be reckoned with. With everyone’s attendance except for La Greta who was busy filming “Bombahan sa Burma” with her husband in the land of thousand Pagodas and the power couple Lady B and Emelda Poppin who are now permanent residents of the lego land, the event was truly a success!

Walking Out: The Martina Negra Way

Territoriality in the corporate world is a sensitive issue especially among beautiful and competent office gals.  The reason is obvious.  Everyone is looking forward to climbing the corporate ladder with their 9 inches Louboutin heels.  It’s thus advised that you mark and own your corporate area of responsibility as indicated by your expertise to cement your value in the company. If not some cunning gals will do everything in their power to claim your areas as theirs thereby increasing their market value in the company.  Faced with this situation submissive office gals just go with the flow then backstab the culprit later on. The gutsy ones will boldly assert their rights and demand job protection from the management. And there are the fierce ones who do nothing but just WALK away from their posts, wait for the management to fix the problem before they report back to work! They are indispensable assets of the company and they very well know that!

Best friends forever (at least from the outside) Martina Negra and Rexona Gomorra are currently at loggers head after the former fiercely walked out from the Kingdom of Babyllonia when the latter crossed the border  line for the nth time. 

“It’s definitely not the first time!” said the seemingly pissed off La Negra while boarding the sky train after leaving her office hurriedly.

“I told her to start doing the leg work of the services so she will know the consequence of misinforming a client” she managed to say before the train door closed, leaving the baffled Lady V who just arrived from the grocery store (in the middle of a normal working day).  The two were surprised to bumped into each other at the station.

At lunch time, Rexona Gomorra was extolling the virtues of competence and responsibility to Maria Juana De Vega, the new gal from Las Islas.

“I totally hate incompetence. No to incompetence!” she said shaking her head. I thought it was her way of initiating the new recruit but her musing was in fact an offshoot of the event which took place prior to the lunch break.

“Martina and I had a quarrel” she eventually said half-jokingly which unfortunately I didn’t entertain as she seemed not very serious.  A wrong move I would regret later on especially when La De Hada began spilling the beans at the office.

“But, you always do” Maria Juana who is apparently a quick learner butted in.

Rexona Gomorra just laughed and finished her fried dilis.

When Lady V calls it a day!

Lady V was finishing a stick of Hope while reading a draft of letter when she caught a glimpse of her doctor arriving at the Mission hospital’s spacious corridor.  She hurriedly finished the stick, threw the butt into the small bin under the stretcher, put chewing gum in her mouth and pretended to be totally consumed with the letter she’s reading.  The gal was at this apparent state of activity (or inactivity) when the doctor entered the big room. She pretended to be surprised and promptly greeted the doctor with her most graceful wai and sweetest smile.

 “You know it’s bad for you!” the doctor started the conversation after returning her patient’s greetings as she proceeded to arrange the makeshift room intended for patients’ follow-up treatments.  In Lady V’s case, she was there for her daily check up and ritual of wound cleansing, the aftermath of her successful operation a week before.

 “It’s like using your wound as an ashtray “she continued and as if Lady V lacked the necessary imagination to connect wound and ashtray semantically, the doctor demonstrated her point by precisely mimicking a smoker’s action of putting a stick of cigarette in her mouth then gently shaking it off letting the ashes fall but instead of an imagined ashtray on a table the doctor reached for her buttocks to shake the stick there obviously as a reference to Lady V’s place of wound.

Lady V certainly didn’t expect such an opening remark and the slightly graphic demonstration that it took her a minute or two to react. She was absolutely speechless.

“I am sorry!” she eventually said.

“It’s your body, your wound. It’s up to you to decide when you want your normal body back.” The doctor snapped while checking the wound for any healing progress. She reiterated the freshness and seriousness of the wound. Lady V couldn’t help but to be continuously startled by her doctor’s unusual act of belligerence.

“One thing is for sure though, smoking doesn’t help it in the healing process.” The doctor went on. Afterwards she pressed the button from the bed’s post giving signal to the nurse to come in to do the actual wound cleansing. Then she left and worked the amazing corridor all by herself. Lady V was left dumbfounded as she heard the sound of the doctor’s high heeled shoes slapping the floor fiercely. Things suddenly became blurry and as if it was the right thing to do to redeem herself, Lady V reached for her bag, took the half-empty pack of Hope and the lighter laden with prints of naked gals all over it and looked at them for the last time.

“I definitely want my butt back!” lady V murmured before throwing the stuff to the bin.

“You definitely have your butt back ka!” the comely nurse who just entered the makeshift room and who apparently heard Lady V’s soliloquy answered jokingly.

“We just have to clean it daily na ka!” she continued smiling while preparing the solution for washing the patient’s wound. Lady V who was slightly mortified over the unexpected eavesdropper composed herself.

“Ka!” she said to herself and let the nurse inspect and clean her wounds.

The following Monday Lady V confidently reported back to work. She’s consumed with mixed feelings of anxiety and euphoria. As the day progressed the former began to take over Lady V’s being until the moment of truth arrived. First she took a deep breath, took the freshly printed revised letter, excused herself from her   excited colleagues and went to queen D's office. She stood there for a bit specifically acknowledging Rexona and Darria's presence and eventually submitted the letter she was reading back at the hospital.

Queen D couldn’t help but smile in disbelief. She thought she was being bluffed again by an employee who’s been asking for bonus diligently and which she’s consistently ignored.  But when she looked at Lady V’s eyes and all she could see was anger and determination to quit, she knew that was it.

“Everyone is replaceable” she sighed as she typed fast at gtalk to order Darria Sodomma, her most trusted assistant, to look for Lady V’s replacement.

All such events took place and well chronicled by who else but the gifted Rexona Gomorra who was seated behind the queen and whose 20-20 vision and powerful aural senses accurately captured everything that was going on.

The gal immediately gtalked Martina Negra for heads up and just like that the whole Kingdom of Babyllonia including the ones at Las Islas knew of Lady V’s impending departure. Plans for Lady V’s grand exit was immediately laid out via Sushmita’s initiative and all were but in awe in anticipation for lady v’s emancipation!

Lady V’s bold move the last day apparently contributed to her current positive aura. So positive that she was even invited to join the Shangrila meet & greet with Las Islas’ presidentcia, PNoy.

“I definitely feel lighter these days!” she says enthusiastically but immediately add “emotionally speaking” to qualify her statement before the weight conscious Rexona Gomorra starts rolling her eyes.

Lady V is set to leave the Kingdom of Babyllonia on June 10. While queen D continuously overwhelms her with tons of works and assignments she maintains positive outlook. She's leaving anyway in a week or two. 

Back at the hospital, Lady V's doctor was spotted smoking a stick of Hope freshly retrieved from the bin.  

The Kaleidoscopic Life of Ms. Juliana Montemayor

Juliana Montemayor's would-be outfit if she was invited at the royal wedding

After her successful South East Asian sojourn last month which culminated in her long overdue homecoming (after a decade of being away from home), Miss Juliana Urdaneta Montemayor finally returned to the city of fallen angels, tanned to perfection, a bit heavier than usual, feeling alienated and full of angst. The latter concerned most of her friends who waited patiently for her return to the city.


“I never felt at home during my entire stay in Las Islas…No excitement as I got off the plane and strolled down the small, dilapidated airport” she started venting her angst during Rexona Gomorra’s post-bday dinner which was especially organized in her honor. Arriving in style, the gal was wearing a Donna Sommers Fall/Winter Collection, a black sleeveless top accented with generously flowing white drapes in front paired with sleek, soft black trousers that can be easily transformed into stylish shorts through a precise knot tying technique. A former Girl Scout platoon leader as she was, Juliana obviously executed the shorts version of the pants perfectly through monkey’s fist knots. The dress effortlessly highlighted Juliana’s sun kissed skin and it was also the perfect outfit for the once in a blue moon chilly weather in the city of Angels.

The muse & the designer

Earlier at Facebook, the gal lashed out at Las Islas immigration officers for imposing 12K penalty fees on her because of her failure to obtain the proper permits to leave the country and work abroad. Surprisingly, the gal decided to just settle the fees without the usual protestations. Apparently her recent Bali vacation brought back her sense of balance and composure so instead of raising her voice and question the proceeds of the fees, she calmly took the receipt, paid the fees and smiled at the cashier. “There is facebook to turn into” she consoled herself.

“Las Islas is certainly not home to me anymore…nor the city of Fallen Angels…but I definitely feel better here. This city has taught me the meaning of freedom and to be flamboyant” she reiterated her point while handing the bottle of red wine to La Gomorra. It was a gift of appreciation from the Chef whom she serviced earlier that day but she found it fitting bringing the bottle to Rexona Gomorra to help her restore her depleted wine collection.

“If Las Islas is not home nor Bangkok…where is home? Or does it mean you are homeless?” the tipsy La Gomorra was testing Juliana’s coherence.

“I always have to look forward…look for the better!” Juliana answered meaningfully.

Those nipples and amazing gams  mesmerized the locals of Chaam during the gal's recent visit of the town

The following weekend, Juliana was seen aboard a bus bound for the Kingdom of Cambodge. Her facebook status revealed that she will be working as an apprentice for the divine Donna Summers, Cambodge’s renowned fashion designer. Her facebook posts the following days however, showed that she was actually there to indulge in the local’s gastronomy, night life and exotic boys. Work only began the following week when she was commissioned to style one of the shoots. While the project was a success, she returned the following weekend as the ladies in the city petitioned her return to resume her duties as the most in-demand entertainer in town. The gal arrived in the city one fateful Sunday phoneless. She lost her phone in Cambodge after hallucinations at the pool brought by high fever. She immediately replaced her phone but lost it in the taxi. She bought a new one afterwards which she planned replacing it with BB torch the soonest.

The lady in her prime..chos!

As soon as she got to the city, the lady was immediately subjected to emotional torment brought about by the persistent temptation of forbidden love. Would she completely severe her ties with the chef after realizing that the latter doesn’t meet her emotional and psychological standards? The physical had always been amazing teetering to perilous at times when the inevitable issue of bare backing and drugs come to the picture. The lady made up her mind after a few days after consulting with La Greta who reinforced the advice of Ms Donna Summers. She began her journey of slowly disentangling herself from the web of desire she is currently in. Corollary to this, the gal began her provocative no-meat diet!

Meeting Juliana recently, the gal was still obviously on her journey towards emotional emancipation. She still mentions the chef once and a while and when the thought of him proves to be too much to bear, she diverts the conversation to her dear Antonia, her biggest love in the city of fallen angels.

“You can’t compare the chef to A…the latter is at the pedestal.” She quipped when Rexona nagged her about the difference between the two men in her life.

au naturelle, the gal's favorite state of being!

True enough, Antonia came to fetch Juliana that night to bring her to his newly renovated house. As Juliana proclaimed his arrival, lush hairs began sprouting uncontrollably on the gal’s fierce skin head leaving Rexona Gomorra and Martina Negra green with envy. She collected her belongings, bade goodbye and hurriedly aimed for the door to meet he r beloved Antonia.

Highlights of Rexona Gomorra's 24th Bday: What did you miss?



One of  La Gomorra's many fabulous cakes



The much publicized birthday bash of Ms. Rexona Gomorra finally took place last Thursday at her Predeesipseeyaeksee mansion amid cheers and felicitations from her friends, colleagues, special some ones and strangers who came to join the celebration.

The 24-year old athletic gal who looked rather formal in her 24-Club Paragon purchased office attire which she had been wearing for the last 24 hours and which highlighted her enviable 24 inches waistline achieved through a 24-time session with an elite fitness trainer at True Fitness and a 24-time visit to California’s dry sauna managed to invite 24 beautiful gals and boys to partake in the 24 highlights of her 24th birthday on the 24th of March 2011.

For the sake of those who were not able to attend the party, I am presenting to you the 24 amazing things which you missed during La Gomorra’s big day.



The bday gal was very happy with her new toy from her fellow office gals



Madame Rexona Gomorra, the birthday celebrator herself. Being the ultimate reason for the gathering, it’s just fitting to acknowledge La Gomorra’s effort to organize the party through the assistance of La Negra and La De Hada. Her natal day was also the right moment to recognize the gal’s contribution in upholding beauty, friendship, sportsmanship and camaraderie in everything she does whether in her pursuit for Mr. Right or in her dealing with her underprivileged fellow office gals. The always financially stable but emotionally disturbed gal is known for her magnanimity and benevolence when it comes to assisting her fellow office gals. She is the secular and modern equivalent of Mother of Perpetual Help to say the least. La Negra, La Dehada and La Sodomma can attest to the gal’s generosity.

The gal's amazing collection of wine

24 bottles of Red Wine. If you weren’t wowed over Rexona’s extensive red wine collection especially purchased for her birthday property, you probably are not a Bacchus devotee. Those who share La Gomorra’s passion for wine would surely have appreciated the experience of being able to practically visit and taste the world’s vineyards by tasting a bottle or two of the gal’s amazing wine collection.

Lechon

Lechon. One of the undeniable standouts on the table was the gargantuan roasted pig prepared together by top rival lechon producers in Las Islas, Mila’s and Lydia’s Lechon which was commissioned by Komple was flown all the way from Las Islas via FedEx cargo on the day of the party. The two prominent Lechon Makers sent two of their staff to oversee the proper carving and chopping of the delicious chow!

Gorgeous gals from the Kingdom of Babyllonia

The Kingdom of Babyllonia delegation. The usually ethnocentric employees of Kingdom of Babyllonia were first to arrive to grace the occasion. There were a lot of new faces but those who stood out were Ms. Frog, Ms. Knay, Ms. Pui, Ms. Pen, Ms. Oh and many more.

Mr. & Mrs. Stone. The power couple didn’t arrive together as Mr. Stone had an earlier appointment with his friends. La Greta had a time for herself for a while socializing and entertaining the other guests. A tipsy Mr. Stone would arrive later to face La Greta and La Gomorra.

La Greta Stone & Sushmita Sen

Mr. & Mrs Stone and La Gomorra’s tête-à-tête. The legitimization of La Greta’s status as the present and the legal spouse was sealed. The meeting was truly a sight to behold as Mr. Stone jokingly asked the birthday gal some on the spot questions in front of Mrs. Stone who remained graceful and played it cool. La Greta and La Gomorra couldn’t help but laughed their hearts out for the spontaneous questions about the past which both gals had been dodging to answer. At the end of the meeting, all parties were happy to establish their formal connection.

Sushmita Sen. The Indian beauty was stunning in her Emilio Pucci nude dress which she resourcefully accessorized with Pratunam purchased silver chains. As she always does in every party she attends, the gal was on hands with maintaining cleanliness and peace at the party area. She went as far as washing the bed sheet of La Gomorra when a glass of wine was spilled over it.

Blue Vibrator. While the size (8”) is rather small for La Gomorra, she’s happy nonetheless to have such an alternative to the real thing. The kinky toy was an unexpected gift from her fellow office gals who had a hard time deciding what to give to a gal who has everything (except having a permanent boy toy). That’s the keyword hence, the Amazon-purchased sex toy.

Ms. Mona Lisa Dakila, Meal Gibson & Company. While Mona arrived at the party with gal pal Andrea Delos Santos instead of her former spouse, Meal Gibson, there remained the excitement to see the two gals reuniting in the city of fallen angels. Ironically, Meal arrived with another guy from Las Islas and they looked rather sweet. Both gals played it cool throughout the party. It’s safe to say that Mona and Meal are officially over the relationship based on their actions.

A beautifully wrapped gift from the landlady, Khun Ngor. It's a brown robe.

Juliana Montemayor’s phone call from Las Islas. The seemingly intoxicated, party gal tried to connect via phone from Malate, Manila to extend her greetings to La Gomorra. The phone patch which lasted for an hour was punctuated with the usual Juliana’s antics.

Listing all the highlights of the birthday bash proves to be a bit time and space consuming so I stop here and will just discuss it with you in person. The thing is everyone had a good time at the party and the birthday gal was happy for the time and effort we spent to attend the event.

Meanwhile, the ultimate highlight of the gal’s 24th birthday in fact would take place the next days after the party as La Gomorra would embark on a weekend of honeymoon with a young British guy in the flooded areas of the south. How the gal and her man of the week survived the calamity will be the subject of the next post!  Let the provocative photo below whet your appetite.



La Gomorra & David at a hotel in Hatyai