having been accused of being an imelda by some friends, i realized that it was about time that i gave away some of the shoes i haven't worn in a while. i went through some sixty or so boxes of shoes, hemmed and hawed about which to give away and which to keep, and within an hour, came up with ten or so pairs that i told myself i wouldn't really miss.

quite generous i might say.

before i had a chance to change my mind, i hauled the boxes outside, place them beside the trashcan and hoped that some girl out there would fall in love with them, take them home, and enjoy what joy these old shoes can still give to a budding imelda.

after an hour, i checked again. they were gone, all gone.

happy with my generous spirit and with the very organized shoe area, i took a bath and readied myself to get some serious studying for the day. it was then when i began feeling a bit woozy.

maybe it's just cause i'm tired, i told myself.

i took a nap. i woke up. i woke up with a real kick ass fever. and that's how it's been for me since saturday.

apparently, being away from spike will only make me evil. being away from spike + giving away ten pairs of shoes will make me sick. very sick.

what's a girl to do if she can't decide between the two?

she gets both. (p.s. they're cheap, and they're simply divine that you just can't leave one of them, right?)

and that's how, my friends, imelda was able to amass all of those shoes in her closet.

dear evil person at the law school parking lot,

we have a problem.

this morning, i parked spike in law school. spike, as you very well know, has a couple of scratches here and there, nothing major. but spike did not have a huge dent on his bumper.

when i came back, there's a huge dent. it could fit a melon.

and i believe that YOU, yes you evil person, are the cause of that dent.

i'd hate to say this to you, and i'd hate to wish this on anyone, it being bar season and all, but you just don't walk out on my damaged car without so much as leaving a phone number. you just don't do that.

so here's my curse: may you fail when you take the bar. may your evil sneaking out after you've hit my car follow you to your grave. and may you never ever have a good recitation again. may you have magi for PIL and PRIL, four sisons - if not more - and may catindig choose you to be the person he'll fail that year. may you have dannycon for all the subjects he teaches and may dangat hate you enough to fail you.

that view you see on the left? i won't have that view for at least three weeks. no car, no means of transportation. i'll be COMMUTING you evil person. it's not that i mind commuting. it's cause i MIND now that it's raining every single day, and i MIND cause i have no choice.

and insurance participation? you evil pot of sh*t! that's going to cost me more than that lovely pair of nine west shoes i chose not to buy yesterday.

i hate you, oh yes i hate you.

your worst nightmare,

rosa

at some point this month, i know i better start cracking the books, becaue the last two months have been spent half-heartedly trying to get my rhythm.

apparently, bringing my labor reviewer everywhere isn't going to hack it.
neither is sitting in my favorite coffee shop (although i did finish four chapters when i studied there with bestest ex a.)
going to the province means time chatting with my aunt more than studying.
and staying at home, forget it. i actually got a tv schedule printed out on my bulletin board.

*sigh*

today, after one last indulgence lunch (meaning lunch with a good friend that's going to take time off studying) i plan to head off to ateneo to attend review classes again. tonight's going to see me studying like i've never studied in my entire life. and hopefully, i can carry this on until i sit in that nice little chair in la salle on that first sunday and begin what would determine the rest of my life.

happy birthday to my hot ninang celia!