Madam Auring... Me Asim Pa? EWWWWWWWWWW!

Like, I was totally disturbed last night when my room mate turned on his radio and right away did we heard the voice of the queen of the damned (Damned queen, take your pick). She was the guest of that night, and hopefully stays that night alone.

During the course of the discussion, we have heard her saying something along this line:

MA: Me nakikita akong Sinag.

DJ: Ano pong sinag? Fluorescent po ba o bulb?

MA: Ung Sinag talaga.

DJ: Ah, so hindi talaga fluorescent

MA: Tapos nakita ko si Jesus...

... And that's where I placed the punchline, "Sinunsundo na kasi siya" And of course, we had the ROTFLLOLZWUT (Rolling on the Floor Laughing lolzwut).

Then on another part:

DJ: So Madam Auring, me asim pa po ba kayo?

MA: OO naman.

... and we determined the sourness. First we tested it with Kamias, no luck. We then settled with Sampaloc since it is both very sour and totally crispy. Then we had a conversation aftwerwards:

Inoch: Pano kaya siya no? Kelangan ng madaming lubricant... (tawa c cheezliz)

ShiningRiver: Hindi lubricant lang ang kelangan don...

Inoch & Cheezliz: ano?

ShiningRiver: Ano nga uli tawag dun? Ah! Prongs. (Tawa si Cheezliz at Inoch). Tapos kelangang maraming oil kasi baka mag-snap. (Halakhak na kami).

AS a finale, I would like to present Madam Auring's Single: May Asim Pa Ako:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acGU-5amo2o

Like I said, eww.

A Not-So-Very White Christmas

Well, this would be the very big knockout of the century. How did I spend my white christmas without snow? Isn't white a color of a paint? Well, let's just say that my walls are painted white... still I'm spending a 'white christmas'.

Pardon me for my actions. I'm feeling very uneasy. It seems that I am sick today. I am sincerely hoping that I do not repeat the sickness in the following years. I've been having this sickness since early November, and it keeps on coming back.

Sigh. The very best way to spend Christmas was to be active, and here I am, bedridden.

Still, it won't stop me from spending my holidays 100%.

You know, I've been very concerned about my room mate. He told me he didn't went home this holiday (IOW, he's been in the room ever since the start of classes, and I could barely recall him going home). So, I'm trying my best to wish him a merry holiday. I'd do my best to make him smile when I return. I feel sad for him... though I don't really know why he decided to stay.

Anyway, a Joyful Holiday to you all!

It's the Cupid's Fault, like always.

Well, hopefully this post would not be about me. That is saying much, I can promise you.

Anyway, just recently I have witnessed a close friend of mine having the heartbreak of the century (well, the recent one... since I don't keep track of his lovelife... Like it matters to me). To make my feelings summarized, I was both sad and pissed. Sad because he's going through a rough time. Pissed since I can't understand his exact situation (because whenever I hear things, I hear the complete opposite a while later).

He said that he's not 'bitter', per se, but in reality I do not think so. I mean, if you don't give a damn, why cry? Of course there were times that I cried, but that was a year ago. I haven't cried about love in like... a century ago or something. I could joke around my lovelife like it's nothing, but in reality it means a whole lot to me. I just know how to deal with it.

...And I think he [my friend] doesn't know how to deal with it 'exactly'.

After the tearful session (and I wasn't included in the tears... yay), he was cursing like hell. I say with certainty that this is not the first time I have heard him cuss like that. Still doesn't make me feel any safe... though I could defend myself, I just don't want to (any offering of comfort and security are severely welcomed. Just apply to me, and we'll see.) I don't really think it is normal to be destructive when you feel depressed about love. I positively think that one should be fine with sulking. Sulking is a passive, non-destructive way to deal with problems... and cussing is a passive, semi-destructive way to deal with problems. Then there's the ultimatum: Massacre is an active, ultra-destructive way to deal with problems... and torture would just be the icing on the cake.

Enough with the cake... it makes me so hungry.

At least after that event, I haven't heard him talking about it. As if it matters to me. It does, but I don't try to mingle with the problems, especially in depressions. I'd most probably say "Come, let's do a slashaton. I'll get the chainsaw. Choose your weapon!"

So let's go to my problem. Is it just me, or Cupid hates me like I hate worms, which is saying a lot? I mean, people say that those I love are commonly unreachable. I don't know... did it become a prerequisite for me to love? I cannot say. So what if it makes me the north pole to my beloved south pole? So what if the galaxy's not the only space between us? I don't care. I've already binded myself with one person, even if that person does not give a damn. At least we have a thing in common. It just makes me think of one long line in a story I read:

"You're scared, but I'll be here for you. Please, let me be the one to hold your
hand through the way. Let me be the one to stand by your side through the good
and the bad. Through the hard times and good times, I'll never abandon you. I
know there is little that I can offer you... since I know you hate me. It must
be irritating to have to see the one you hate so much each and every day, and if
you want, I'll even make it so that you won't have to see my face. You won't
have to hear my voice. But I'll stay close by, guarding you like an angel. You
can yell at me, and scold me all you want if it helps you. You can continue to
scream the hurtful and painful words to me until there is nothing left to say. I
stay. I'll listen. I won't talk back. I'll be like a good and obedient dog
tending to my master. Tell me you want to see me struck by lightening. Tell me
that you want to see me freeze under the cold snow. Tell me you want to see me
whipped until blood drips from my mouth. Tell me that you wish someone would run
me over with a car... with a bus... with a truck. Tell me that you want to shoot
me with a gun. Tell me that you want to pierce my heart with a stake while I
sleep. I'll love it if it's all that you could say to me. It'll be all that you
have to say to me. You don't have to say anything nice to me. You can say
whatever you like, and I'll make it all that I need to hear. I won't cry... I
won't throw you out. I'll take it. I'll live through all of it. Chastise me with
words of hate, and I'll make you everything that I have. You will be my whole
world, my cruel paradise of anguish and pain. Just as long as you are near by,
I'll be fine. Break me with words that would tear a wild stallion to pieces.
Stay with me. I'll worship you until the day God judges the world. You will be
all that I have."

See? It's really long. It's also meaningful, right? Quite summarizes what I want to say.

Hope you enjoy reading my post. Till next time :D

Sai's Business Unusual

Hah, the title's a pun, actually.

Anyway, yesterday I have set up my business. I plan on offering computer-related services. I got my first job yesterday. It was fun to do so, actually, though painstaking.

I hope I get more the following year.

A Fated Meeting

I was sleeping so soundly when I felt something resting on me. I slowly opened my eyes to see my dad put my things on my stomach. I said, "What the hell?" He just shrugged and said, "Your grandmother's outside. Go greet her." And so I did.

After greeting her, I ate some noodles. We then went to Max's (It's a restaurant) and went to see my cousin for the first time.

Well, I was a little shocked, though. I mean, he's supposed to be Canadian and all (well, he does have the white skin and semi-blond hair and all), but he doesn't look like much. Just a common foreigner. He wasn't even that talkative! I was having a hard time dealing with him because I'm not used to meet new people... although he's literally my cousin.

Anyway, after that, I went home, and they went their own way. Sadly, I haven't been able to interact with my cousin. Sigh. I was expecting to get along well.

Finally!

So finally I have chosen what blog to use as my, well, blog. I resorted to Blogger. Haha. I didn't actually expect myself to use this. At any case, it's already there, so there.

I'm going to import my other posts from my old blogs and post it here. Hopefully I would be able to clean up this blog. Thanks for that.

Anyway, please do visit my site. Here's the link:

http://shiningriver.cwahi.net

Be sure to check it out, okay?

I Dreamt again

I do not know if I would be happy or not because of this dream... Seriously.

This morning I woke up from a dream. I dreamt of him (him being my highschool classmate) and I in a room. Well, I was talking about something I was holding (which I vaguely remember, but I was sure it was black and something debatable). I recall talking about it and then he went beside me to take a look. THen I point something on that thing to him, and told him some things. THen, he moved close (at this point, my head is leaning on his shoulders due to the closeness), and so he talks his opinion. We then had a lengthy discussion of which I don't really remember much.

Pity, really.

The point is, I am happy that at least in that dream, we were able to be close... well, at least that close. Too bad it was just a dream. If it weren't, I'd be the happiest person on earth.

Why is that?

Simple. Because the person I love, who so happens to be the one in my dream, is the person that is farthest from me. It pains me gravely. It is like cancer - silent yet you know it will eventually kill you if left uncured. In my case, my cure is his love, which I am still deprived off.

Curse the Damned Old Princess

A few days ago I was riding a jeep back to my dormitory. The trip in that jeep is an excruciating hour. I promise you that. Well, only a quarter of my butt was touching the edge of the seat, meaning I'm in a squat position. There's enough space for me to sit properly if that damn old hag would just give it. She said, "I cannot move. My [grandchild]'s leaning over the window, and he needs some space." Really now? Is he that special? What kingdom are you from? Last time I checked you don't pay for your comfort, you only pay for your seat.

I was cursing the whole hour. I was glaring at her when she had the chance to look at me.

And it doesn't stop there.

When there was enough space, she placed her big bag on the seats, forcing the girl to move seats.

Prima Donna much?

I hate her to the last of my nerves. I know you would, too.

Devil May Cry 4

Devil May Cry 4

[box-art]:
http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/Carbonox_ratchet/DevilMayCry4Boxart.jpg


This is a very good game, not to mention exciting and blood-rushing. I managed to install this game on my PC and finish it in one day (Beleive it!). Although I haven't updated my videocard to match the game's specs... nonetheless it runs fine.

I'll post my save game here sometime.

Wet Beneath the Storm

Yeah, as the title says, I'm very much wet. I managed to save my laptop, though.

As for last week, I am in such pain. Yeah, I'm in pain because of my finals. I could barely walk. And now, I could barely get dry.

Damn rain.

Yeah, curse the rain. Especially when it drags you beneath it. But, whenever it is beautiful it is a blessing. Yeah, it becomes a curse only when it destroys.

Well, anyway, I'm using my time right now in class to dry my feet. Ja ne.