Now, I truly am slumped with work. A breather is too unaffordable to luxuriate on. Sleep is expensive. Rest is beyond reach for a poor twenty-something like me. Now I know how it is to be poor in Manila, how people like me are left with no choice but to accept three, even four jobs, to live comfortably, and eventually finding out that they begin to cease living the moment they subconsciously decide that every waking hour is to be used in earning extra cash, forgetting that life is defined as the time spent minus sleep, finding a living, and defecating.