I want to do things in sync with the stuff written all over my hot pink boring binder. They’re scribbled in a weary and colorful fashion only I can figure out. My writing has been horrible lately because of professors’ speech speed. I am pretty much preoccupied with photographs and lost CD cases which by the way is vital to me. I hate Tuesdays especially when the weather is boring like this morning. It turned out pretty okay in the fields batting, pitching and running like fringed lunatics under the dark sky.

I would want to keep the fire of wanting to read and read burning. It is quite important in times of crisis called the Philippine Government and Constitution Subject during Tuesdays and Thursdays with the added kick of Philosophy, it’s all in the spinning head. I hate typing and typing when I’m supposed to do productive things like to read a bunch of hand-outs and check whether I’ll live my life tomorrow or see it drop in the whirlpool.

Lastly, I want to quit smoking before I burn my lungs and go to hell.