Rusty Flesh

Nature would explain why metal rusts after being splashed with water. On the other hand, why I'm suffering from gouty arthritis right now is a mystery.

It's been the second day since I did not report to work because I could not walk properly. My left foot is always soaked in warm saline water. Yesterday, it was coated with crushed eggplant and ginger. What did I eat in the past few days? I have no idea, but it's as if my ankle's joints are rusty. I walk around the house in crutches, and I climb up and down the stairs with my behind.

So now you know what inspired the title of my new blog. It's up to you to insert some social relevance into it. (The flesh of society is being eaten in rust? I don't know).

It might be due to what I ate. But it's all been pasta this past weekend, so to speak, for long life: to negate whatever mythical interpretation of my small ears. I just thought I wanted to make a new blog, and that's it.

What else is new? Just a few tidbits, if you don't mind.

I already resigned from <a href="http://www.bworld.com.ph/">BusinessWorld</a>. To those who have not heard, I terminated my services as reporter on the 15th of August. (In fact, I had a party last Friday for Bworld peeps, some belated despedida… uh oh, the mushroom-rich pasta might have caused my pain!)

Remember that I had a dilema: if I will pursue journalism after BusinessWorld, if I will try another profession or if I will go back to school to study. Half of me wanted to stay in journalism, while half is already looking forward to hitting the books again. The people around me feel the same.

So I availed of the second option and accepted the offer of <a href="http://www.marroxas.com/">Senator Mar Roxas</a> to work for him as a researcher.

"Why so?" you ask. I want to try a different world, a different pace of life, so to speak. If I will return to journalism, it will happen if I would still want it. Right now, I don't want a piecemeal life, I don't want daily deadlines, I don't want to be always on the rush. Not that life with the senator woudl be easier (but I hope that's the case), but I want to try a profession with a different output, which serves a different audience.

What else is new? Uh, that I had a haircut? Unfortunately, my hair did not reach Guimaras, and the friendly parlor gay tried to hit on me again.

I'll have my foot spa now.