Picture courtesy of LarimdaME
It was pouring heavily as we were dismissed for our last class this afternoon. Me being a slacker and all that, I decided to wait it out until the rain’s finally subsided. I thought the last thing I wanted was to get home soaking wet.
So we reached the terminal half an hour later, waited for ten more minutes to get the jeepney filled. As we made the turn from FEU to Recto, I realized that the traffic was heavy – something that always seemed to follow the floods caused by sudden downpours. And then I thought that that was actually the last thing we really wanted.
Regardless, we found ourselves jammed bumper to bumper for the next fifteen minutes with a siren faintly bellowing from somewhere all throughout. When we finally got to pass Isetan, we saw that it was an ambulance, apparently stuck there for the last thirty minutes or so, and after a while, we’d overtaken it come the LRT station. “Aren’t ambulances supposed to have a higher priority in traffic?” I silently thought to myself.
I was actually wondering about the same thing yesterday: priorities. When my phone got bombarded with questions as to whether we had any other quiz due this week than the electronics test up this Saturday, for some reason, I was panicking, despite me earnestly thinking there was none. I was more concerned than discombobulated, of course, but still, it stemmed from the guilt out of having played another game and me neglecting to read the ten-page long lecture the whole afternoon.
So I uninstalled the game, and by bedtime last night, I had written down my priorities. “Son. Student. Officer. Classmate. Friend. Blogger. Others.” it read.
I have a tendency of forgetting my priorities, or more appropriately, of setting aside the things that really matter. I’ve always complained about people having an inherent shortsightedness for the more immediate pleasures, getting more caught up with the temporary solutions than with actually doing the things which would be more beneficial in the long run. Take me complaining about the sudden floods across the station, for example: I’ll always say they should fix the gutters first and then transfer the police outpost stationed just a few hundred meters away to somewhere just below the LRT terminal, where they could promulgate proper waste disposal. Perhaps I’m too simple-minded for a more practical solution, but I trust in the capability of the government to think of a better way than simply dispatching some humongous truck to unclog the sewers each and every time it rains. Likewise, I need to trust myself to make the decisions that would really count, choosing not to be tempted or trading the life I want for the future for some fleeting fulfillment I get from just finishing a game.
It’s Kanny’s birthday today, and on our electromagnetics class, she’d treated us all to Hawaiian Delight and Pepperoni pizza. I initially wanted to refuse, considering my diet and all that, but then again, what the heck? Now, I’m supposed to be finishing my DSP assignment, but I’m blogging instead – and all that just to greet her one happy, happy birthday.
(Oh, and did I just say being a student came first than being a friend and a blogger?)
