just because i say "pare" a lot doesn't make me lesbian (and other inane angsts)

hwell, oh hwell. seasons are turning again. the french film fest is done and over with, so is my festival pass. didn't even get to watch that LA PETITE LILI movie. dunno if i missed much.

i did go to the FETE DELA MUSIQUE last june 19, though. a sudden downpour ruined the entire event. i'm still amazed at how the organizers (alliance francaise) could have overlooked the possibility of rain. i mean, heller?! it's june, ain't it? open air, right? just after 10 pm the frogs came down to earth and the stages were soaked...we had to run for the nearest cover...didn't even get to see parokya perform! :-(

well. at least i bumped into someone i'd been secretly hoping to bump into that night. well not really. well yes. okay, fine, yes. despite his girlfriend on friendster. despite his female companion that night (and mind you, it was NOT the girlfriend). despite everything. shit. i hate him. and i hate him for saying that i looked nice in orange (is that supposed to be an insult? who would look good in orange?). i know it was a mindless compliment at best, a text message composed out of sheer boredom probably, but who cares? not me, i don't.

not any-friggin-more.

hay hay. oh truly. money makes the world go round. or is it love? i guess that's why my world has been erratic in its axis for the past twenty-four years now. stop, go, stop. rotating, rotating, but hardly revolving at all. evolving, at least...i hope.

hey, just because i say "pare" a lot doesn't mean i'm lesbian. the peeps at work have been ribbing me about being a closeted "tung". i know i should just let 'em, they'll tire themselves out. haha. i have a boyfriend, remember? well, jun encarnacion did have a wife. haha. nonetheless.