Baptismal of the Beloved

Another day to rejoice – no
classes!

For the third time this week
since Thursday, I transformed into a mall rat. And for the first time, my beloved
brown Havaianas Top was baptized! But with two very not-so-pleasurable circumstances,
my day’s stroll would’ve been ruined! These were:

1. Someone [for heaven’s sake!]
stepped unto my left foot! And worse, it left a sticky, bubblegum-ish matter on
my sandals! Thank God tissue was invented…

2. I tripped after I leapt off
from a jeepney ride. And mind you, I felt the strangest friction ever! Asphalt,
rubber, and skin!

Well, I guess it’s bedtime for me
now. I’ll be having a stressful day tomorrow I think. Because its… “5, 6, 7, 8!
Dip, dip… up!” time once again.

By the way, before my keyboard
drop, I saw One-Six again before I went home – but not vice versa.