1, 2, 3…..

 

Learning to count 1, 2,3 is one the basic achievements of a little child. Same as ABCs. The pride you felt when you first recited those things will never be forgotten. But there will come a time when you wished you never learned. 

Like now, we are counting hours, 1, 2, 3, 4 and so on before the ultimate Zambales trip with my highschool best girlfriends. The trip still doesn’t appeal to me. Why? Hmmm… I cannot clearly define, aside that I do not have enough money, Lean is not coming, last minute problems are now arising, cars, driving, routes, ways, Hell. I haven’t started yet packing my things. 

 

I want to feel the rush in putting my things in the bag that will be my life in the next three days. I’ve been bumming around from 10am. And I am counting until 12mn comes.

 

Count. Count. Count.