i've always thought that you've never really experienced UP if you haven't been lost in Diliman. so yesterday, five years after getting my bachelor's degree from another UP campus, i finally passed this UP rite of passage.
so getting lost in UP and riding the IKOT-TOKI jeepneys are a tradition that all true-blooded UP'an should pass. i have done it... yehey!
soul food
experiencing UP may be the ritual i needed to do to feed my starving soul. as i experienced my many 'first', i found myself deliriously happy. i've been like a fool, feeling like a freshie on her enrollment day. i got lost, bugged a lot of people, got off at wrong stops twice, walked around the campus, sat on a dirty, red-cement bench under a tree and had ants climb up my arms, leaves and twigs falling down my hair. i couldn't help giggling like a fool and wave cheerfully to some drivers just because they gave me that 'look' as if they're afraid a might go crazy soon. i felt happy. i felt at home. i felt like i've been back in baguio, back in UP. and maybe, that was what my soul needed.
a really good day
as i boarded the UP-Pantranco jeepney yesterday, i found a folded 1000-peso bill in my wallet among the folded atm receipts. whoa, it was a dead money, something that i didn't know i still have. so i went to have my facial, got a massage, ate things that i wanna ate that were normally out of my budget and spent the balance on pirated dvds from st francis. in the end, i spent it all in half day. who cares anyway, i've never felt so happy and refreshed for so long.
P.S. i wrote this piece while sipping watermelon shake from fruit magic at sm megamall foodcourt, written at around 2:45 pm, in a crumpled yellow paper i managed to find in my bag. so the "time" of the post had been edited, the content's the same. everything happened yesterday, 22 may 2008. ^_^