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Random bitchings before I start working on my portfolio, which is near completion, and my thesis proposal. Rar. Fifth week into the new school year and I'm slowly dying already.
Contrary to what a lot of people have been saying, this year's Fete de la Musique wasn't fun, fun, fun. For me, anyway. (Oo, baduy ako. Pshh.) The only fun thing about it were my friends who I hung out and bumped into. :) It was too damn crowded and too damn hot. Ah, at ang daming jologs. Puta, kakaiba.
I actually enjoyed being under the sun and running around trying to catch flying disks for 3 hours that afternoon than being in the middle of a moving crowd of sweaty people in black shirts that night. It could've been fun if only the place was a little more spacious and a little less of the "panks ain't not died yet" crowd. I might sound mean and superficial, but I'm just being honest here. I mean, have you seen some of them harassing female drivers stuck in traffic? That's just wrong.
But it became better after leaving Fete. Went out to drink and eat with my brother and our friends. Aircon + beer + friends = yay. I can't remember the last time I actually went out with those people. It definitely took my mind off the idea of kicking AJ because he didn't show up that night in Fete. But never again will I bitch in front (or back) of his brother because that 32-year-old man actually told on me! Tattletale.
Random picture din to end the entry. I don't post pictures much. Boo.
With my brother (with blonde hair!) and Candy. Shades, parey.
Contrary to what a lot of people have been saying, this year's Fete de la Musique wasn't fun, fun, fun. For me, anyway. (Oo, baduy ako. Pshh.) The only fun thing about it were my friends who I hung out and bumped into. :) It was too damn crowded and too damn hot. Ah, at ang daming jologs. Puta, kakaiba.
I actually enjoyed being under the sun and running around trying to catch flying disks for 3 hours that afternoon than being in the middle of a moving crowd of sweaty people in black shirts that night. It could've been fun if only the place was a little more spacious and a little less of the "panks ain't not died yet" crowd. I might sound mean and superficial, but I'm just being honest here. I mean, have you seen some of them harassing female drivers stuck in traffic? That's just wrong.
But it became better after leaving Fete. Went out to drink and eat with my brother and our friends. Aircon + beer + friends = yay. I can't remember the last time I actually went out with those people. It definitely took my mind off the idea of kicking AJ because he didn't show up that night in Fete. But never again will I bitch in front (or back) of his brother because that 32-year-old man actually told on me! Tattletale.
Random picture din to end the entry. I don't post pictures much. Boo.
With my brother (with blonde hair!) and Candy. Shades, parey.