Ayokong maging dukha! (I don't want to be poor!)
Did you guys know that there are A LOT of cats in Rizal Park? And that Roxas Boulevard looks like ten thousand English drunks vomited on it? How do I know all of this, you ask? Well, Reader Numbering in the Ones, I know all of this because I made the trek from Roxas Boulevard to Intramuros yesterday. I think it took me about an hour or thereabouts.
But why would I walk that distance in the first place? Prepared to be amazed by another tale of my immense stupidity.
You see, I was supposed to go to the gym yesterday and pretend to "work on my fitness" as Fergie so eloquently puts it, and I had dressed to the casual nines because I was feeling good that day and thought that I would try and compete with the gym bunnies for once.
So I take a jeepney, confident that I look good, and scowl at everyone else for good measure. I am beautiful and you are not. HA! Little did I know that I was to rue this little indulgence in snobbery.
You see, halfway through the ride to the gym I find out that I LEFT MY WALLET AT HOME. I had apparently turned white as a sheet because the person sitting right across me was looking at me like she was concerned I would throw up.
What was I to do then, with no money to pay for my jeepney fare and no ID to get into the gym? What any reasonable, penniless person would do: Scamper out of the jeepney without paying. GAWD, that was humiliating, especially after you've antagonized every other person you were sharing the jeepney with.
And since I was already there, I decided to walk all the way to Roxas Boulevard, take some pictures there and at Rizal Park, and walk back to the office, where my editor laughed at my stupidity and handed me a hundred bucks.
Moral of the story: Don't be so snobby, because you never know when you'll run out of money.
But why would I walk that distance in the first place? Prepared to be amazed by another tale of my immense stupidity.
You see, I was supposed to go to the gym yesterday and pretend to "work on my fitness" as Fergie so eloquently puts it, and I had dressed to the casual nines because I was feeling good that day and thought that I would try and compete with the gym bunnies for once.
So I take a jeepney, confident that I look good, and scowl at everyone else for good measure. I am beautiful and you are not. HA! Little did I know that I was to rue this little indulgence in snobbery.
You see, halfway through the ride to the gym I find out that I LEFT MY WALLET AT HOME. I had apparently turned white as a sheet because the person sitting right across me was looking at me like she was concerned I would throw up.
What was I to do then, with no money to pay for my jeepney fare and no ID to get into the gym? What any reasonable, penniless person would do: Scamper out of the jeepney without paying. GAWD, that was humiliating, especially after you've antagonized every other person you were sharing the jeepney with.
And since I was already there, I decided to walk all the way to Roxas Boulevard, take some pictures there and at Rizal Park, and walk back to the office, where my editor laughed at my stupidity and handed me a hundred bucks.
Moral of the story: Don't be so snobby, because you never know when you'll run out of money.