Blew off my remaining money--not actually my money, but kickback from my tuition hahaha--yesterday on a couple of overpriced sandwiches, pizza, pasta and salad that I had been craving for at the Peninsula Manila. But it was well worth it because I was with two of my oldest and dearest friends, and the food was divine.
They arrived late, naturally, so breakfast turned out to be lunch. Shiva, who was wearing not black but black with yellow stars and star-shaped earrings (KL: you're starstudded!), was determined to finish off her penne. KL, fresh from work and armed with a swanky new phone (welcome to the Ericsson club!), downed her Club Pen sandwich and complained about her not-so-chilled juice. They both finished off my friench fries, which I learned were not made of potatoes (what a bummer). The very fattening salad dressing was very good on the leafy greens and the pizza was obviously good because Shiva took them all home.
Ah, I love them both. We truly deserve getting stuffed while listening to beautiful piano music. We are fabulous, yes we are.
Afterwards, Shiva and I watched a movie (KL had to go), whined about life over Bizu milkshake and carrot cake, and tried on ridiculously-priced shoes worth two years of UP education. At that point we resolved to be rich--without having to marry an old Chinese guy. Then we can Pen and Bizu and Jimmy Choo all we want, baby.
It was a weird realization, and probably coming from a skewed perspective. Funny how a certain environment modifies one's attitude. For one, I never wanted to be rich. It just isn't my thing. On the other hand, staring at a P24k price tag in a store accessible to a lot of people, I can now see that each person does indeed have the capacity to reach higher levels of financial freedom. And it doesn't necessarily mean we have to spend our riches on outrageous purchases. We can save the world, too. Okay, that's a stretch, but the point is, money isn't evil if you don't want it to be. If having money means making your grandmother or street children happy, how bad can it be, right?
I went home completely, utterly broke, but nevertheless satisfied. And perhaps a bit more motivated to become a millionaire before I turn 25.
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