skeletal

This is not how I look for this brand new year. Actually, it’s the opposite. What is skeletal right now is this paper that I have been trying to work on for the past months. In a few hours, I’ll be back in Dumaguete to face three more months of sharpening and head-knocking before plunging into doom, I mean, plunging into the oh-so “liberating” world of employment. If my paper remains to look like this, I’d probably escape the fate that I might fall in. Good thing? No.

While Rico Blanco is busily screaming about crabs and mechanical rabbits from hell which is then followed by Gnarls Barkley suggesting everyone to run away, I just can’t seem to pull everything in and make a coherent thought out of the chaos floating in my mind. And wait. Never blame Rico and Gnarls for the malnutrition of my project, a project that I must finish before the month of Valentines, because I work more efficiently with noise. For a sole creative writing major in a big university, whose classmates never go beyond the number of seven, it is seriously what I need.

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