| My Different Masks
I think it's time that I should tell everyone the different sides of Groove.
There's the blogger Groove that you know by reading his posts.
There's the Freddy, the blogger.
There's Alfred, the Information Technology guru.
Then, there's Alfie, the family oriented guy.
The blogger Groove is someone who is just giving you a snippet of his life. There are days that he might give you little bit more, but he still leave some things to himself. He's also known to be the Drama Blogger. The blogger that talks about his relationships .... and how they failed.
Freddy the Blogger might be a little bit different from what you expect from him by reading his blog. He's more of the listener type than that of the talker. He laughs a lot! He's not the bitter queen at all. He actually loves life and can be spontaneous. He's been accused of being a loud, flaming queen, but guess what? He's proud of it! He's blaming it on the over consumption of Cosmopolitans. But he is a guy's guy (or gay's gay, whatever).
Alfred, on the other hand, is the alter ego of Groove. He's professional at work. He rarely smiles, unless he likes you. He's known to be the moody employee. The PMS guy. The guy who is known not to bite his tongue when provoked. The guy who slams the door when he's in a very bad mood. YET, YET, he's loved by his co-workers. It still amazes him every now and then. Freddy, might come out whenever there's a party at work is involved. He is known as the flamboyant party planner. And since his department is so cheap, he relies on shabby chic motif. It's sad. It's really sad. The last holiday party, he converted a bleek, monotone, training room into a Mardi Gras inspired ballroom. He still cracks a smile just thinking about it.
Then, after all these, he comes home and be Alfie. The sweet and responsible son. The loveable brother and uncle. The guy who will be in his bed all day, watching DVD's and stuffing himself with Cheetos. The guy who just wears a white tee, sleeping shorts and house sandals. The guy who would not care what's going on in the world, as long as he sees his happy family.
There you go. The masks I wear.
Who's under the mask? Your guess is as good as mine.
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