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.
Another source of cynism…
God. So true. *rolls on the floor*
By the way, one of the links on top, the profile part, is now fixed. Try it out, see if you won’t find it nice. Just fixed it in time for a reviewer, actually.
Hayaan nyo na kung pangit. Tinamad ako, eh. (Hindi yata nila mat-translate ito, kaya magtatagalog na lang ako. Hwahaha. )
Plugging, by the way: Since there’s a slight chance of me not making it on the 19th, then I’d just tell you guys to go to Mayrics (it’s in front of University of Santo Tomas). There’s a gig there, Play for Serve, and Imago, Sandwich and a whole lotta others would be playing. It’s a listers’ night, so they’d play mainly requests. It’s gonna be a blast.
And on the 20th, I heard Urban Dub is going to be at Imus, Cavite. It’s just two rides from our place.
And no, I’m not going to be there.
HELL, OF COURSE I’M GOING TO BE THERE! It’s Urban Dub, for christ’s sake! You don’t even need to ask!!! 
Before I forget�Tina and Candice, please email me your full names. Unless of course you wish to be credited instead as �Tina of free-fallin.blogspot.com and Candice of quela.tk.� It�s all up to you, guys. And send it fast. If you can send it to me through SMS, it�s much better�they might do the CBB any minute now. If ever they ask, I�ll tell them I�m crediting you guys for keeping me insane enough for me to act more realistic in portraying a paranoid delusional cynical retard.
*picks up the receiver*
—tooooot!—
—bip bop biiip, bip bip bop bip—
—riiiiiiiiiiinnnnngggggg!!!!—
*klshck*
*Good day. You have reached the blackmoon.8m.com hotline*
*Perky automated voice: Please be reminded that starting February 28, the dummkopf�s blogging schedule shall become irregular due to pressing educational demands.*
*If you want to know the updates about the drunk dummkopf, press one. If you wish to know her whereabouts press two. If you have to leave a message, press three. If you need to talk to a customer service representative, please try again later. They�re all currently sprawled on the console, being too tired after 10 rounds of orgy.*
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—bop!—
*We shall register places/activities from only 20 minutes up to the time today. JC�s whereabouts as of 12:35 am:
Adam Levine�s pad.
Tom Welling�s barn.
Natalie Portman�s Dorm
The Vines’s hotel room�.
K——- F——-�s room
Gay bar�s comfort room (?)*
—biiip!—
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—beeeeeep!—
Ever wondered how I would look like if I was a guy?
THIS.
Yeah, baby. My new hair’s 2 and a half weeks old now. This is actually longer compared to my hair back in first year college where I got this famous reputation that I’m a butch, so now I’m pressured to wear skirts and swing my hips every so often (he he.). I feel like I’m Jamie of Nowhere Girl–irregular cuts and all. My hair matches my guts, I guess. Ask all the girls in our place if they can dare sport a hair like this, and you’d see them running away sooner than you can say “cut.”
Oh, yeah, Phanie. This is how I look like now. Not a lot like Aia, no? 
Yeah. It’ll grow, I know. : D
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By the way, I would like to give my shout-outs to Anna Garcia and Marc Anthony Baquiran for recently bagging the Best Female Model and Best Designer respectively for the 2004 Fashion Exposure at our school. You guys, you certainly deserve it!
