Okay so I'm in front of the television right now. I look right and I see a Del Monte calendar. A couple of feet to its right is another calendar. I look left and I see a San Miguel calendar. To the right of the TV is a Columban Missionaries' calendar featuring Pope Benedict XVI. If I stand and go to the kitchen I won't see another calendar, but when I go back to my seat in front of the TV I'll be greeted by another calendar along the way. This one should no longer even exist, it's a 2005 calendar. It has a religious painting so that's probably the reason my mother won't throw it away.
Half of me just wants to rip them off and bury them, well except for maybe the Columban one because it has the picture of Benedict XVI whom I admire and it has the biggest number print among the five. But then the stronger half of me is afraid of the chaos that will ensue in our house. I can't understand my mother's obsession with calendars. Okay so maybe obsession is a strong word to use. But hey, one calendar per room is enough. I have a National Bookstore and a Mercury Drug Store calendars in my room. But only the latter one is hung in the unpainted wooden wall of my room. One is enough. April 15, 2006 will always be a Saturday no matter how many calendars you have.
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So obviously I'm not in front of the TV right now, but I was while writing the draft. Okay, I don't know why I'm trying to explain this thing. It's implied, right?
i personally don't like having to look at a calendar. it's like looking at my future of which the best (or worst, depends how you look at it) part of it is i never know which day all's gonna come crashing down and end my pitiful existence.
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Hehe... Incidentally I'll be blogging about death one of these days. I got the idea from Dondino's blog.
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