Annuities
Sunday, April 29
So, this garbage has been reeking for a year now, congrats to no one and everyone.... And what better way to celebrate and commemorate the occasion than to repeat, or rather surpass, last year's self-proclaimed world record of 5 hours doing nothing but pondering about the mess I call my life. I'm very proud (or shouldn't I?) that this year, I've broken my record by just sitting in one place doing nothing for 6, I repeat six, hours.
Morning found me confused and shaken, thinking whether or not I'm really awake, because every time someone calls out to wake me up for breakfast, I'm sure I stand right up and perform my morning rituals. But about in the middle of taking a shower, I suddenly find myself exhumed from the depths of slumber, turns out that it was just a dream and I'm actually still lying prostrate in my bed. And when I finally got up in reality, I droned on only to end up in cottage on a resort/water amusement park. I've no intention yet of working up a tan, or to be more appropriate a rosy black sunburn, so I decided to be completely geeky; just stay in the shade and review at the last minute for my math exams. Two hours passed and I finally finished studying, and in the next few hours my mind wandered far enough to remember that it's actually this Dump's birthday. I looked back and asked myself: "What has happened within a year of playing with trash?" "Has anything changed in this extremely stoic person(except in outbreaks of paroxysm)?".
A year has passed and looking back, there hasn't been much progress, only the illusion of progress. Answering the questions facing me only led to more questions. And with each passing day, I feel less and less myself, bits and parts of me are flying high in the air ending up as a part of this dump. But what is the self? Nothing but a transfiguring blob evolving and devolving at a moment's notice. Given this, would I still continue and push on with dumping here? Probably, there's no such thing as a hiatus with this Dump anyway, there are no butts to kiss, just a mirror to talk to.
A year of lurking in all this filth, do I feel disgusted? Not even the slightest. After all, one man's trash is another man's treasure, it's all just a matter of perspective.
Happy Birthday, ye olde bastard!
Labels: Hapi Bday
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I friggin won!!!
Thursday, April 26
I once believed that winning a contest is damn near impossible, lest you be one of the people carrying the gene luckymesilfin, but not anymore! I actually one some tickets (still not sure how many, but hopefully at least two...) for the premiere of Spidey 3 from a TV/online contest held by AXN. It's not really much, but hell at the rate seats are disappearing, it's a miracle if you could actually catch it on the premiere day without a reservation, unless you just simply resort to a poor quality pirated copy.
Here's hoping that May 1 is really the Holiday and that blasted PGMA doesn't move it...
(This post is just crap, and is probably as life-changing as a fly flying up one of your nostrils)
Labels: whoo
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Big Sh*t hits the Proverbial Fan
Saturday, April 14
It just dawned on me recently how deep I got myself in sh*t. The full impact of what I've done, what I'm about to do, and what I hope to do, has just hit me. The past two weeks were a blur, and I don't remember much except for bed cramps and butt-aches (from either lying down or sitting down for indefinitely long periods), T-shirts drenched in sweat, and the garbage bin overflowing with junk food refuse.
I enlisted----- enrolled, for Math 54 this summer and in approximately 56 hours I would experience firsthand the wrath of the killer math with the highest "mortality rate". I'm not really sure why I took it, but I think I must have thought it best to just bow my head and just plow straight through to the best I can without breaking my neck. I planned to do some advance readings but the most time I spent with my Leithold was about 15 minutes, trying to figure out the application of the definite integral to the center of mass of an object, but I stopped halfway through moments of mass and just went on with my Bleach marathon. So much for advance reading and stock knowledge....
Now I must continue on resisting the ringing bells of the dreamworld, to successfully reset my biological clock.
Labels: doldrums
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Photo Dump
Thursday, April 12
Photobucket Album
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Makeover
Wednesday, April 4
Well, the heat, boredom, the solemnity of this week, and my lackluster reaction to games after having just finished one, have taken their toll. Finally! After months of delay and muttering to myself that I'll do it the next week or so, I finally summoned up enough energy to tweak around my blog's code. I originally planned to finish it and unveil this crap to the world on this blog's anniversary, but hell my fingers were just itching. Besides, it wasn't much work after all...
So... Uhm... Wihoo!
Labels: crap
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