wasak!
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I've been struggling with an ingrown toenail for the past 2weeks now. It's been less than a year since I last had one - my very first one, and it was about the time I created this blog. An outlet from all the ispokening enlish I do in the office everyday. A realm or a world where I am the ever so great writer and all my works get published. My space (cyberspace) for ego.
Last year I had an ingrown toenail and doctors had to operate on it and take out half of my nail --- literally. I was practically walking with only half a nail on my right toe throughout eight months. The problem is the fucking other half grew back to its original form, and I have to have it taken out --- again! Putangna!
Friends keep bugging me "Ipapedicure mo yan!" I'm having doubts about the pedicure stuff because 1.) the nail keeps growing bacl, which also means I have to have my feet pedicured every fucking month. 2.) It doesn't always hurt, only like once a day, and I think it's starting to have puss so nailcutters aren't exactly my ideal weapon for puss and 3.) going to a parlor to have a pedicure is FUCKING gay.
Pagninilay-nilayan ko and within this week I will post an update.
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I went to UST yesterday and dropped by the Flame office. I actually went there few days back and got myself a copy of Dapitan 4 and Dapitan Prose (yes people! the long lost manuscripts of Dapitan Prose have been discovered and published!). Not too many changes in the place --- makalat pa rin Flame office, still a noisy place, and mukhang basag pa rin mga tao. But I swear I fucking love that place. I try to visit Flame as often as I could, even if I don't feel as welcome anymore (hell, I'm no longer a student and I never really proved my writing worth anyhow). I don't recognize most people there, 'cept for a handful who are still there but won't be in the near future. I just stayed there, basking on the airconditioning and the sounds.
Read some articles in the past flame issues and tried to read a few of the things published in the two Dapitans. At the back of the Dapitan Prose issue in the acknowledgements after everyone had been named it stated something about thanking those whom they've forgot to mention but had been there for support. I tried to comfort myself with the thought that hopefully I was one of those they forgot to mention, only that Dapitan Prose was initially made way before I ever heard of the Flame. So bummer.
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Then Mervin, Ron, Jen and I went to Kittens for a couple of hours of tapsilog and beer. The place was half demolished; it's been years since we first heard that the place was going to be converted to a building / dormitory / apartment of sorts, and slowly we saw the changes and Manang said in three days she will be leaving and the place would be totally gone. Sad. Kittens was a big part of my life, and the lives of most Flamers and TUNOrG and TWG fellows. Most of our memorable UST days were spent in that orange hole in a wall. We laughed, cried, sang songs, talked, celebrated, mourned, got reprimanded and a couple were even detained by baranggay tanods and officials in that place --- all while hellaciously drunk. Someone once said even the late great Nick Joaquin was there. But never did any of us try to substitute Kittens for another place as TWG's home.
Yesterday as we were there the large ice box were all the beer was kept was gone. Manang placed the remaining beer she had inside the refrigerator together with the cokes and the c2's. She didn't even had rice in the kalan anymore. She had to buy rice in the carinderia across for our tapsilog orders.
We will miss you Manang. Take care in Pangasinan and thank you for Kittens.
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Last night we also went to Fete dela Musique --- a major music festival initially sponsored by the French embassy but now has become an annual mainstream concert thingie. This year instead of putting together different bands and different artists of different music genres on one stage, they decided to put different bands and different artists of different music genres on different stages. The World Music (A.K.A. mainstream) was set at Plaza Rajah Sulayman, Rock Music was placed behind it at the Remedios Circle, and nearby it is Rap/RNB stage along Adriatico street (near CommonGround --- where else?) and far as I know they also had some Bossa Nova stage somewhere. Hindi ko na napuntahan.
Not as much crowd as I anticipated, and most of the crowd were bagets and teenagers (late highschool to early college people) trying to party under the rain.
Nakakainis. We stayed by the Rock stage thinking this was were Radioactive Sago Project was going to perform. They were at the World Music stage pala ("World Music na pala ang Sago?" --- Merv). We only found out because Merv heard Sago's last song when we decided to buy drinks at 7-11, which was nearer to the World Music stage ("Sabi ni Eric dun daw Sago eh!" --- Ron). Sayang we didn't know ("Sabagay nakalagay sa Philippine Star kasama ng Sago yung Hale and other bands." --- ako!)
Since I had no sleep since 2am and it was already about 10pm I said my goodbyes just when Greyhoundz were finishing their last songs.
