Is time really gold?

Sir Uhm-a-lot: I hate rushing. Just this afternoon I realized what I thought was due this Friday was due tomorrow. Thus, I'm rushing both a resumé and my schedule, which has been terribly ruined by the realization. Then again, time was never on our side…

Miss Snotty: That's cliché dude. Think up something creative like "time is a heebie-jeebie that never goes away" or "time is like a bad hickey you worry about the next morning" or "time sucks big time I want to throw it away". Something like that.

Sir Uhm-a-lot: Well, I never really had the time to read novels, thus I never have any of those creative slogans that only you can think of. Or, you merely decide to while your time sleeping to some fantasy land while I keep my feet firmly planted on the ground doing things that actually lead to better chances for one to cheat another.

Miss Snotty: Fantasy land my ass. This planet here is a fucking fantasy land from a certain point of view. The stuff you read in novels, the gunk you watch over television and the silver screen - they're all grounded on this fantasy land called reality. It's just a matter of perspective, a way at looking at things from a certain angle… however twisted that angle might be.

Sir Uhm-a-lot: See? Just you thinking that up rather than working on your quotas…

Miss Snotty: Actually, I've exceeded my quota for today. I've just had lunch in a fucking expensive resto with my online friends and I have spaghetti spots all over my white top. Things can't get any fucking asshit better if you ask me.

Sir Uhm-a-lot: That makes me realize I don't really have a social life. Talk about time to do so. Hmmm.

Miss Snotty: It really amuses me very, very much when you try to get back to the topic and I do my darndest to lose it.

Sir Uhm-a-lot: That's my job. I got to keep things in order, you know.

Miss Snotty: I know? I don't know anything. Do you know my pseudo-boyfriend is not texting or talking to me at all. And I don't know whether I should be happy or not. I don't know whether I should wake up in the morning tomorrow and I don't know what to have for breakfast. I don't know if I should cross the street five seconds before I thought of crossing or later, because I don't know if a car will hit me among the many along the curb. You see, I don't know. Neither do you.

Sir Uhm-a-lot: Everything you said, I obviously don't know. But I do know that I've got a resumé to print, another audition to prepare for, a lot of grades to brace for - heck, why am I telling you this? This all reminds me of Maricel Soriano and Diether Ocampo in Soltera. "Ako ang gumagawa ng schedule mo" blah blah blah go figure. And why did you tell me that? I'm still thinking of stuff to beautify my name to those darned radio presenters!

Miss Snotty: If you're so friggin busy then get off the intarwebs now!