I wanted to utter the thought in my head that the ashes in everyone’s foreheads annoy me.
I wanted to eat another delectable mushroom burger from Bodato.
I wanted to smoke weed and gait like a high donkey in Buendia Avenue.
I wanted to wear my pink polo shirt that’s still in the laundry bin.
I wanted to go to Cartimar – Pasay and search for cheap driftwoods.
I wanted to lick Pauline Luna’s breasts.
I wanted to blur the edges of my face and highlight my big nose in Lomo effect.
I wanted to poke Mike Grape’s eyes with a barbecue stick and dip his whole face into Ate Fishball’s kalan.
I wanted to drop by Yupangco’s basement and look for an ancient Korg Karma.
I wanted to join the Winchester’s and gank horny demons.
I wanted to make a new aggressive lead patch for Wargods 2012 with an uncontrollable feedback effect, frantic modulation, and averse filter shift.
I wanted to break free from my injury, neglect the twinge on my finger, and lustfully shred on my keyboard again like a newly mated lion that wants another thirty seconds of concupiscent activity.
But yesterday… only my last two “I wanteds” happened.