A friend, W_ _ _, texted for a reunion this Tuesday with B_ _ _ _ and O_ _ _ and R_ _ _ _, or the gang formerly known as “San Beda band”, or i think we named them “Robbery in Band”, the CEGP then (College Editors Guild of the Philippines) had a boy band long before NSync and they played intermission during rallies.
But i had to beg off because i look like i’ve been attacked from a bee hive, not kidding, i’m telling the truth, i posted this so people will know i’m telling the truth, here’s a photo shot just now, scars on the face (people don’t believe my reason whenever i beg off but there’s always a grain of truth to it whenever i do; in this case, big, black grains of truth. it’s once a year, gimme a break. here it is)
they look far worse in person without the hand covering the face, those on the forehead look like big black ants, it’s an annual ritual, local dermatologist, (once a year), a form of cruel and unusual punishment, some of the topical anaesthesia doesn’t get absorbed, so at times the tiny electric needle pricking the pores was palpable, (it always feels like red-hot sharp little needles with fires at the end), i did not scream, i did not confess, i did not name any, i know , it was a violation of my rights under Protocol II of the Geneva Conventions, but the doctor has a defense, i had set an appointment for this.
If you think i’m avoiding you for eight to ten days from now, it’s true.
I can go to work, though, i don’t need my face to work. See you in eight to ten days! (it’s true. i’m telling the truth.)
