La vie en rose

MY fascination with pink began a few months ago. I was searching for studying paraphernalia I'd be using consistently for my note-taking, page-marking, and highlighting. I would spend hours roaming around bookstores, killing time trying out pens and notebooks. You're probably guilty of the same obsession.

One day I chanced upon a pink Pilot G-Tec 0.4 mm pen while monitoring at the PACU. When I used it to annotate an Obstetrics book I was carrying, my scribbles jumped out of the page. My notes didn't look obtrusive amidst the surrounding text. They didn't look garish either. "So pink it is," I thought.

Call it coincidence, but I own so many pink things these days:

— More than 10 pink pens, including the ones I requested my brother to buy for me when he vacationed abroad last week. 

— A pink pencil case that came with the Nesvita breakfast cereal I bought years ago. 

— A correction tape in pink casing; I didn't notice it came in pink until I removed the packaging. 

The only non-pink things in my pencil case are my classic yellow Stabilo (pronounced "shta-BEE-low") highlighter, my pencils, my eraser, and my date stamp (in black ink). 

Am I longing for the return of the Bayani Fernando-era MMDA? I like seeing pink on my notes but not on the streets.