Urban Dub�s gig in Cavite�cancelled.
Darn it.
Sigh. I guess I�d just spend my whole Saturday in Greenhills or Glorietta then. Alone, too. Actually, I was trying to think which person I�m going to take along with me on Saturday, but these are the results:
If I took A, he�s probably going to make me stay all day in Glorietta, but then again he�s probably working on his thesis, so he�s out.
If I took B, he�s probably busy as always. And if I�m going to get another day with him na puro away lang din naman, huwag na lang.
If I ask C, he�s probably working. No, not probably. He really is.
If I try D, he�ll probably be too sick of me, because we�d be seeing each other later on at Mayric�s.
E, ditto. We�d see each other in Mayric�s too. Plus, he�s way too far from Greenhills, so he�s out.
F, he�d probably ask if there�s a gig in GH. Then if he learns there�s none, he�d ask why in hell I even considered asking him. He he.
G, he�d probably be all over GH. I wouldn�t want that.
H..is busy. And probably a wreck, being the director of our awards night. At ayaw ko munang humada, dahil siguradong maghahanap na naman kami ng lalaki kapag siya ang sinama ko.
Ang dami. Lahat hindi available. Sigh.
Oh, by the way. I just bought this dress a while ago for our awards night. Really sweet. I�m gay again. He he.
Of scissor cuts and�
�gay people.
Two hours ago, I had yet another hair cut�for the first time in my life, I went alone without telling anyone I�ll have one. Usually I had to see how many over acting people near me will faint upon my revelation before I finally get enough courage to sit on that high chair and let those razors touch my hair strands. Today, I just walked into a hair shop and let them chop off the unnecessary strands.
I just let the hair cutter thin off my hair, nothing much. But I was surprised at how nonchalantly I did it. I used to scout the best parlors before to avoid regrets, and now, I even trusted my hair over those gay people at this Reyes Salon (second Ricky Reyes rip-off, the first being the fast-rising Reyes Haircutters [international pa daw]), for only 49 Pesos, with shampoo. I was waiting for my complimentary shampoo even until I realized it was what they already placed into my hair before the cutter started snipping. I thought that was grease.
I could have gone to a barbershop actually, and saved more money. I mean, those goddamn goons will just look through their ultra-manifier lensed glasses of theirs and snip for two minutes and I�m done, but I just had to trust those gay people at Reyes Salon�them whose afternoon a while ago centered on some guy they were supposedly going to give a huge bitch-slap or something. Nothing about gays, really, I mean, I like to believe I am one, although their federation keeps on shutting me out. It�s just that I am a bit homophobic, and it starts every time one of them touches my hair. It�s like, I have this vision like any moment they�d pull my hair and start a cat fight with me, what with all those horrible high school memories (that being a gay kid 2 inches smaller than me, sitting on top of our classmate who�s an inch taller than me, and clawing her face while she was sprawled over this vacant lot near our school. People were just watching, and I got my first taste of Hollywood-ish cat-fight. *shivers* horrible). But if I at least want to look girly, I need to go to them and beg for their services. Sigh.
I dunno if it�s an omen or something. If I�m starting to become nonchalant over something I used to carefully pore over, how about the other things in my life that I used to take a good planning over before taking some action? Oh god, I need some redirection. And it doesn�t exactly mean I have to regain my being fussy over hair cutters.
Sigh. Things you think about before an awards night, really. I even have to ready a speech, lest I get to win the Best Actress award. No kidding. I�m trying not to think about it, really, since the frustration would be too much if I don�t bag it, but then, you know, at least I�m prepared.
Have a great weekend, folks. Wish me luck.
