The world goes home. The lights go down. My lipstick fades away.
If you saw the semi-deserted Ayala Avenue tonight, you’d feel those lines. Come Maundy Thursday, even my sister and I would be at our parents’ house.
All the Capitol people disappearing into the districts.
It’s Christmas at the start of summer.
Free vacation leaves for everyone.
Who said again that April is the cruellest month? (typo intended)
Now, wherever you are from the world, Lent* would affect you in some ways you have no control of. So I dare you to move. (Two song references in one post, I must really be this lost for words.) HAVE SOME ROOF DECK ROCKIN’ MOMENT AND TELL ME ABOUT IT.
Yep, I just shouted.
And oh, take photographs**. 
This was totally just for laughs.
* Lent = Like this almost a week-long break is borrowed time
** I moonlight as a model. Kidding.
