I bask in the memory of those orange afternoons when the tires run smoothly on a sun-kissed asphalt. My heart just stared blankly at everything, unabashed, silent and roaring.
- Kimmy Bureros, 1996
So here's Noitora peeking at you. I have a feeling my blog has become like an exposé of my ennui-inspired doings. He looks sort of happy, though. I wish I could share that with him. Whatever he's smiling about.
These are the moments when all the happy thoughts I could possibly think of won't work its magic on me. So help me God.
I have a paper and an exam to accomplish in less than 24 hours. I need to get a grip. A good one. Somebody slap me. *sulks*
