23: of refuge and paper reams.

There was this secret spot back in college where I go to whenever i just want to be alone with my thoughts.

Well it's not really a secret since it was part of the smoking area of a coffee shop/arts gallery, but people seldom stay there because 1.) the table and chairs placed in that area were the worst 2.) it's the spot nearest to the airconditioner exhausts 3.) it faced the parking lot. But most people then didnt know that if you stay there at the right time, i.e. around 5-6pm, the parked cars begin to move out and you see the open field beyond the parking lot. and for 20-30 minutes you see dancing blades of grass bathed in that elusive magic-hour sun. I usually order a cup of jasmine tea (P40 then) and prepare myself for that show, alone with my thoughts for the day. Anyway, I miss having such places. I've been working here in Makati for quite some time now, and so far I havent seen a place I can claim as my own in that manner.

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M has this recent urge to buy a ream of short bond paper. She constantly tells me that and later retracts, admitting that she really has no urgent use of it. But I understand her, really. Perhaps this coming payday I'll surprise her with one.

We admit that we are school supplies and plastic container freaks.