Forget regret, or life is yours to miss

"Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles in laughter in strife. In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love... seasons of love."

RENT

The days seem to pass by like the sifting sands in an hourglass. Spending Holy Week in Prague was quite similar to the ones back in Baguio - people forgot that the celebrations were to be solemn. I turned out to be more absinth-minded than I thought I would be (no pun intended).

40 days remain. Pretty soon, I will be back home where the weather is searing and the people are fuming (for all kinds of reasons). Still, bouts of melancholy have to give way to more important stuff like having to pass academic requirements. Now that's a finish I look forward to!