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August 05, 2008 and July 10, 2011 are the two dates I will always remember. These are the ends of a string I keep inside my pocket. I discreetly hold on to it as if it’s strong enough to stop me from visiting Perplex City and driven enough to push me towards the borders of Vivacious Ville (this “place” sounds funny). Anyway, I tied this piece of string around my finger so that I’ll always remember–think of it as a mini memorial. For growth’s sake, I need to think that this piece of string is not an elfin effigy. It’s just, after all, an ephemera. COME ON, ALPS AGUADO, stop this teenage drama. This is just a stupid heartache. Throw it away.
The weather just resorted itself to rebellion and made sure to ask for a surprisingly high-value ransom from humankind. It’s March and it’s raining and I can’t jog! Just recently, I renewed my running contract to self since I am becoming a big boy. However, since the road to a slimmer figure is wet and slippery, I decided to have muscle-toning sessions in the comfort of my own room instead. The dumbells that I have been using are currently eaten by rust monsters. Fortunately, I bought some fitness gloves before and I am using them for the first time. It’s nice to shake the heavy hands of Curls again.
It’s raining as if it never rained before. Earth must be so thirsty. Anyway, I’m currently living up to the promise I made before 2010–blog more often. At this rate, I know I have to compose more entries to cope with that intrapersonal demand. Fundamentalist English teachers will always remind us about the immutable Introduction-Body-Conclusion format of writing. And I won’t follow it now because: First, this is internet writing–structure liberation is existent. Second, I feel I’m an activist of some sort. Third, I am just lazy. Here are 5 random updates about my life.
I am 172 lbs as of my last dinner. And hell yeah, I hate it as much as my friends love it. Haha. I really don’t know why I gained weight this much. Well, the most accurate suspect I can point to is my Unilever Internship Life. Wow, we were fed like hungry kids. Okay, that was an overstatement. Unilever is really maalaga when it comes to their 25 growing (physically, intellectually, emotionally) interns. Oh, thanks for adding vitality to my life. Anyway, I started burning these unwanted elements of weight gain (a euphemism for fats) just this week. Jogging, you will be my best friend.
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