Trade Off
Today my barkada’s going to Laiya, Batangas, overnight. Larla’s back for a few weeks and she brought her boyfriend, Rog, with her. So they will all be there to catch up with her and to get to know Rog better. And I’m here, stuck in Manila because *gulp*sniff* I have a Saturday class. It is Tax I. And later my nose will be bleeding out of sheer boooorrrrredoooom. It’s 1-4 pm, once a week, and I would’ve cut but you get call for recit only once a sem and it’s 30% of your godforsaken grade. So of course I can’t risk absenting myself and being called. I might as well drop the course if that happens. So there will be my barkada, drinking and doing whatever else they shouldn’t be doing, and I’m here, learning the principles of taxation. As usual I won’t be in the pictures and anything discussed will be hearsay to me. Huhuhu…
On to more positive things, I have been relishing my newfound freedom for 2 days now. It’s freedom from feeling generally sad and hopeless about where my life’s been heading. It’s has been two days of telling myself it’s not all that bad…actually it’s not bad at all to be where I am right now. 
Okay, wait, is it just me or was my breakfast spiked with Deprex without my knowing? Haha. But really, on my first day of freedom I bought a whole liter of chocolate milk (the full-fat kind) and drank it all by myself, and man did it feel great. When was the last time I had 4 glassfuls of chilled chocolate milk all to myself? I can’t remember. And then yesterday I had cake and eggplant parmagiana with one of my good friends here in law school. Yummy. We talked and ate and talked and ate.
Thank God for the simple joys of life.
