Confused-Shoes

UP LawAptidueExam Results - good, for interview. More months of waiting. Work - ah, geez, smashing women. Gorgeous trainers, nice and friendly wavemates, and, a very, very, beautiful one time classmate. Geez, I will forever miss that old building bound by Ayala to the left, Paseo de Roxas at the right, and Valero in the rear. Lovelife - something’s brewing. Hope it turns out to be just right.

Burn my lungs burn my lungs! I am so in need of catching up with my daily shot of Rock and Roll. I am reading Nietzsche’s Thus Spoke Zarathustra again, a Penguin copy I got from A Different Bookstore, the only hard remembrance I had from Glorietta after my 12 day work stay ( geez, as if it is a far far country). But I will miss taking the Greenbelt walkway wearing a pink Armani tie and white Marks and Spencer shirt (obviously, gifts) and a Jansport backpack and a peach mango pie in my pockets. Try beating that.

What is it with Tall Mango juices worth 85 pesos, a meal of sisig and two cups of hot rice for 30, and a pack of any random brand of cigarettes? What is it with pronunciation, billing, and law school? What is it with failed love affairs? What is it with me?

Marlboro Lights, Marlboro Lights. First payday. Figaro, you will never forcibly separate me from my hard-earned cash again.

Astrud Gilberto - The Girl From Ipanema. Fuck me hard `coz winter has already come.