Post-CFA immediate plans
1. Get a power massage
2. Rock at forex trading
3. Move in to Bellagio
4. Go out of town
5. Celebrate her birthday a week late
6. Throw a housewarming party in a bare condo unit
7. Get drunk
8. Hit the gym
9. Learn microwave cooking recipes
10. Watch one movie a day

Excited much?

I miss my college friends. I miss Babble. I miss dancing. I miss skating. I miss feeling smart. I miss drinking. I miss hardcore math (whu?). I miss Doc Mara (double whu??). I miss Prince David. I miss West of Ayala. I miss Katipunan. I miss Makati (already?). And most of all, I miss CY. Big. Time.

I wanna buy…
- a guitar
- tons of oranges (weird)
- condo furniture
- pj’s (yes, I have an obsession)
- all kinds of pasta (what is wrong with me??)
- all kinds of coffee (this, I understand)
- memory pills (geez, I wonder why)

I’ve been ignoring most of my friends lately. $#@*!! CFA!! I can’t even join my Features friends to their beach trip this month. Dang, I miss the beach. You see I’m a hermit lately. Work. CFA. Work. CFA. It’s gonna be a hellish couple of weeks, I can tell.

I cried my stress away this morning (but it’s back, unfortunately, stubborn much?). I can’t study properly. Too much stuff on my mind. My phone’s funking. I can’t focus. The funny thing is that work is my stress release. Trading is therapeutic.

Screw this exam. I’m not gonna need the charter anyways. I guess it’s just mostly pride on the line. I hope it’s worth it.

I need to… go wild.

Like… now.

And I need a personal cheerleader. Pronto. Just until June 8. Then I’ll be fine.