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Movie Marathon

Cable TV is just a wonder. It just sucks you right in, and grabs hold of you until you can't take no more and would need to take care of more primal needs like urination and taking a dump or eating. However, there are the perks of reruns of old movies that had their day, and then some geeky flicks that inspire inner fire of dormant underachieving geeks like me. I wouldn't say underachieving would be a problem, but the current circumstances I am in just induce me to underachieve. Anything close to tring to achieve something here would be considered overachieving. Lying in status quo would be down right normal. But that's just another blog in itself (Read blog on Calauan).

I've watched a couple of football games (a marvel, the game itself) and then a couple of movies. I never actually get the title of the flicks, but then the thought of a geek making money just inspires something in me that I cannot explain. Maybe it's because that's a very inspiring thought in itself, but maybe because I'm a geek and I need to make money for my own sake. Anyway, the point is that TV does change your life in other ways than turning your weekends and free time in a couch potato immitation fiasco. There's the occational spark of wisdom, which most of the time passes and further induces the pacification brought about by the marvel of this device called the boob tube.

No wonder why they call it a boob tube -- it's very much like seeing bare naked boobs for the first time and getting hooked on the sight because it moves and seems so interesting from afar. You don't wonder (most of the time) what's in the boobs, they're just there and they're a marvel in itself. And such is the mystery of the TV. Because of which, I spent a whole day more or less doing nothing. While I am doing something right now, it does seem that it has done a lot for me. I get a new vigor now to chase my dreams knowing that I just wasted one day doing nothing.

Oh, and John Cena is definitely cool.

Chill, chill, chill...

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