1. I went to Air Supply Subic concert. Not one of my favorite bands, but still they are The Air Supply. We grew up with their music. They gave us classic singles such as All Out of Love, Chances, I Want To Give It All, Here I am etc.—songs that made me wish I wrote them, songs from which I borrow some messages of a failed romance, no matter how mushy they may seem. My general admission ticket cost P500, but as always, I managed to breach security measures and went to secure one of the most convenient seats that cost P3,000; unfortunately, I missed a digicam. Luckily, there is nothing so spectacular throughout the event a digicam could have practically missed. Surely they still sound good, but the price isn’t right. Bad stage direction (I experienced the show closely being almost at the backstage), loose security (I made it to the backstage), free drinks could have rescued it from being a total lackluster.

2. Daboy is finally laid to rest in Heritage Park, Taguig. Primetime news showed some dissatisfied fans that crowded outside the gate. They complained being muscled away from the scene. If Daboy is alive, someone commented, he wouldn’t like this, he likes us all beside him especially this day. Seriously, I thought of getting there. Four hours from Olongapo, showbiz and political personalities will flock there for sure, and they did. One would only need a digicam (which I have) and some extra guts (which I ooze with) to score some elbow-to-elbow, friendster-worthy-poses with the stars. Next time, I will grab the chance. When and who’s next? I think of Cory, not very late this year. (knock on wood)

3. Along with nationwide celebrations for the 110^th anniversary of Philippine Independence are nationwide street protests fronted by labor union leaders, party-list leaders and the youth. Days earlier, forwarded e-mails from co-writers came, inviting me to join poetry readings in Manila. One is aimed to indict the fact that we are still under the bondage of despotism, a quite tiresome idea; the other is purely for the purpose of gathering in celebration of a certain e-group’s foundation day.

4. Now for the meat of the issue. This should have been the fifth month with Ann, my ex-girlfriend. We could have been both there in Taguig, in Manila, and in Subic afterwards. Twelve is a special day, for so many reasons. But nothing is more noteworthy of twelve than what I had with her. Twelve may never signify freedom for me. Because it was on a twelfth when I let her ruled over me. With her, I needed to reinvent myself according to what she wished. Twelve will never remind me of independence neither; for it was only during with her that I felt so secured, attached to promises of holistic alleviation. But we are over before our fifth twelve. And I am coping now very well with a new love. I didn’t expect that to come, least come as quick as a whip.

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