Thursday, August 19, 2010

Trophy Boytoy

I hate this feeling. Papi wants me to join him for a dinner in L'Opera tonight for a meeting with his investment banker from Hk. I feel like a trophy boytoy. Ugh. I said I had a meeting but he said even just for 15 min. Duh.

I guess I just have to do my duties. Sigh.


  1. Every so often we feel the urge to take our prized possessions and put them on display.

  2. why not bring a boytoy of your own, then? it would be more fun, i think.