Amnesia

Summer is probably the worst weather for my head. All around April I've got nothing useful to write in this blog. I could only muster pointless crap about my own experiences. And if there were something worth posting here, I could only put up a few bits of it and the rest of it dissolves in my head. I am really one lousy blogger.

Until the summer heat disappears, my brain drain syndrome would stay and kick the crap out of my head.

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What should I write now? I don't know. Probably depends on the weather. Physical, mental, social.

But I've got nothing to write. There's nothing interesting going on. And there's nothing that could provoke my mind to write something.

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But then, I could always write nonesense.

But what nonesense?

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Summary of Lent 2006

1. Boring. Really boring, as in totally deadly deeply boring. No happiness. Too much loneliness. Everywhere, it's so gloomy. Felt like wanting to die.

2. People whipping and crucifying themselves on the streets believe that they will be forgiven of all their sins, especially the heaviest of theirs. Turns out that they're all wrong: it only works for Jesus Christ. And because he did that over two thousand years ago everyone's spared of the agony.

3. Nothing on TV. Literally. Lest I'm on cable TV, that is. Everything's static. So I tried watching static. I saw something coming out of the black and white dot fields.

4. I just wish people stop celebrating Lent. They're just making non-christians crazy.

Exorcised

(Note: I spelled exorcising incorrectly last time.)

Well, I'm back from hell. Now I can dictate:

Sunday. Palm Sunday. Back from a very short vacation, I was due for another short vacation. How nice.

Monday. I arrived at the scene of relaxation. Suddenly I was scraped by oncoming traffic. I thought I'll die.

Tuesday. Relaxation. Then three total strangers comes and bugs me. Got annoyed and kicked their heads. They try to retaliate, but couldn't because of the weather.

Wednesday. Good place, but no TV. I remembered that the TV stations here don't show anything during Holy Week. I feel terrible and horrible (terribly horrible, horribly terrible). I sighed and fell unconscious.

Thursday. The three total strangers return. With three other total strangers. With knives and bats. And body armor. I prayed to the Lord. They fell like God destroyed a city.

Friday. I was due to leave. Didn't feel like I had vacation. This life totally sucks.

Semana SantAAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!

If my last year's birthday was bad because I didn't received any gifts, this year's birhtday is much more worse because, not only it features giftless, but it also coincides with the Holy Week, featuring the death of Jesus Christ. Which means temporary conservatism, fasting, and total ignorance of worldly ideas. And from SundayApril 9, things were already worse.

I'm yet to reveal my sufferings during the seven days of torment. Until then, try exorcusing yourself.