clinging to the past, catching up with the present

If anyone had told me a couple of years ago that in two years' time I'd be roaming the streets of Manila from a part-time gig after midnight, I would have laughed like a hyena and called that person crazy.

But that exactly was the case earlier. From the training in Ortigas, which ended past 11:00 PM, I went back to Makati, alternating between walking, bus, walking, jeepney then walking again. Knowing I had nothing to eat back in the condo, I ended up in the 24-hour bakery nearby where I bought chocolate hopia, a couple of pan de sal and iced tea. And I just have to mention that the queue to the counter took forever, sorely testing my patience which was already wearing thin because of my growling stomach.

And speaking of my stomach, my adik roommates were still up when I got back to our room. And they just had to order pizza. And there went my meager discipline--out the window and into the smoggy night. The day I am able to resist pizza will be a monumental day, believe me. It has happened only once before, and that was only because I was so deep in depression that my appetite for everything temporarily went away.

Anywho. I just found one of my old blogs. It was bittersweet going through my past entries. I missed being the girl who wrote those very words. Where has she gone?