period.



I swear, I prefer being flat broke than being dead beat for time. I've been told that in law school, your currency is time. The more you have of it, the richer you feel. Or something to that effect. I was too duck-waiting-to-be-shot that moment, I forgot the rest of the analogy.

Panagbenga week for us from Manila, which is Session rd. in bloom to those in Baguio, mean shawarma, and takuyaki, and tender-juicy hotdogs on sticks, and live bands at the top of Session rd., and getting hennas, and being flat broke and fabulous. It means walking down or up in Session Rd., pretending that the cute guy/girl beside you is this day's romance, and that at the end of the road you will look at each other and (secretly) swoon.

Sometimes, I'd prefer being flat broke, eating pancit canton for two nights in a row, and walking home to and from school than being well-fed and burnt out because you are time-exhausted.

Days like this, I envy people whose lot in life involve waking up at eleven, acting stupid until two, a little lunch, DOTA at three, friendster at 4:15, fetching their wretched-equally bobo girlfriend at 5pm, a little date by the fishball-an, eat dinner, bum cigarettes from their friends, and sleep after an incredibly banal Y!M convo shared with a complete stranger in Timbuktu from 11PM to 4AM.

Mehn, I'd kill for "im-so-stupid" days. But then I remember the wretched equally bobo girlfriend and then I'm back to being content again.

I wish I am not missing out on life so much, though. Too many flowers in Session rd in Baguio city, I can't even stop and smell even one of them.