05:07: there were 10 acts i wanted to see at the fete. 3 at the lounge stage, 5 at the jazz stage, 1 on the main stage, 1 on the rock stage (ayoko kasi tumagal sa rock. ang daming jologs. napaka-elitista ko ba? sori, ha).
of the 10, i got to see...
zilch.
it rained so hard that the main stage tent collapsed during the third set. the third frickin' set!!! then there was a ground on the rock stage... i think they decided to call it a night for all outdoor venues. that left reggae/ska, blues, and electronica. sure, i like blues, i kinda like ska and i don't mind reggae, i'll even sit through the shtoogshtoog... but... pffffffft!
thankfully, i had some good company with me.
i've picked up on cyrus's habit of counting pretty heads. i counted 31 while i was at the fete, rockstars not included. but 2 were worth at least 10 points: the hot vj and drummer boy's friend. turns out, the hot vj interviewed my brother while i was away. dammit! ah, well.
got this from an email that a friend sent me:
HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
ahahahahahahahaha!
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