The Game, 360, etc.

Well, it's been more than 2 weeks (I think) since I lost posted something so I decided that it's time to post another one. ;o

Well, my mom gave me and my brother a 360. And it ain't just any 360. It's fucking ELITE. Yeah, it's the BLACK one that doesn't get the ring of death too often. (I really need to get my own camera and learn photoshop. I must post pics ;o)

Rock Band is awesome although the instruments are kinda unresponsive. (That is, if you've got 3 or 4 people playing. If you're just 2 people or 1, then it's kinda boring.)

GTA 4 = uber pwn

Halo 3, well, it's got this "been there, done that" feel to it but it's still pretty fun. Kind of overrated IMO.

Oh yeah, and black 360 controllers will never fail to amuse me...unless they come out with rainbow colored ones.

I plan on getting Oblivion, Mass Effect, Bioshock, Fable 2, Crackdown, Call of Duty 4, BIA: Hell's Highway (Must Buy for me) and other's that I've forgotten about. Shit, my time will be preoccupied and my wallet will be emptier than...something really really empty.

Ok, moving on.

Tennis, yes I plan on getting in the team. Must train moar.

Chess, lol special mention, I kind of miss it but not entirely.

Anyways

Miggy recently gave me "The Game" as a late birthday gift. (It's pretty much desecrated since he already read it before me. Creases and folded pages. Thanks lots!)
The Game is fucking genius. Freaking sweet. Every man, yes every man or lesbian lol must read it! MUST MUST MUST READ. IF YOU'RE A GUY, YOU NEED TO READ IT. IT'D BE A SIN NOT TO! IT'D BE SOMETHING WORSE THAN A SIN BUT I'M RUNNING OUT OF EXAMPLES SO I'LL KEEP TYPING IN CAPS.
SO IT'S, I mean, so it's about picking up girls in bars in America. Which is kind of a problem since most of the tricks in it would only work there. Still, negs and peacocking are definite things that I can use here. (Read the book if you don't understand)
Stephen then tells me about another book. "The Are of Seduction". I guess aside from the 360 games, that's another thing I'm gonna buy! Yey for hormones and sex!

Speaking about sex, did you know that Conan O' Brien graduated magna cum laude in Harvard? (American Literature and History) I'm surprised too. And this makes me an even bigger fan. I don't think he flaunts that fact that he's really smart. (Graduated valedictorian in Brooklyn High School, I think, just to add more to his repertoire).

Oh yeah, I'm also gonna post my Major Comp. for English. I think it's pretty cool....once I revise it.

Marte, sana mahaba to para sayo. Nakalimutan ko na yung iba ko pang gustong sabihin :))

Mah write-up and some other things

So this is something I've been thinking about since May. I think it's one of the better things I've thought of for the past years. (Being bored really helps me think) So here goes. (Warning, this may be a bit "Twilight-ish" for some of you.)

"Only In Dreams..."

It happened during summer. My family and I went to Scotland for a trip. We stayed at a hotel called "The Piton". At around the second week of our stay, my parents and my two brothers left me in our hotel room because they let me sleep after a hectic trip the last night. So when I woke up, I was alone and they weren't coming back in 5 hours. That's when I met her.
She was sitting in the lounge reading a book. She wore a yellow short, jeans, and old sneakers. The best thing about her was that she was really pretty. I thought, "What the hell, it's Scotland and I won't be staying long so I might as well try." And try I did. I gathered up my courage, and walked up to her to introduce myself.
As a came closer, I saw that her red hair reached her shoulders and that she was a little bit shorter than me. The book she was reading was called "The Tire of Sound." She saw me coming, and I blurted out a weak hi. Not quite the introduction I imagined.
Surprisingly, she was very friendly. Turns out that she lived in the hotel. She was the son of the hotel manager and their home isn't really what'd you call close to the hotel. The owner decided that they could stay in the hotel to help them out with some financial problems. So I asked if she knew if we could go exploring in the hotel or something to avoid boredom. She said she knew just the place where to go.
It was the hotel rooftop. The view up there was amazing. There was a sunset that was going down two hills that made the view even more spectacular. It was as if God put the hills there to make it even more stunning.
We went near the railing to get a better view, and as we drew near, I held her hand. It was the softest thing I ever touched and there was this amazing feeling inside of me. We slowly went next each other and then...then I woke up.
It was all a dream. I wasn't even out of town. I was in my house, inside my room, on my bed, sweating. I looked at the watch and it said 2:07 a.m.
It seems like only in dreams do I get the courage to go up to a pretty girl to say hi.
It seems like only in dreams do girls notice me.
It seems like only in dreams can I be happy.
I wish I were still dreaming...