I usually don't blog when i'm happy, you'll notice this if you've been reading my blogs for a while. I eat when i'm happy, or dance, or curl up in a fetal position and stare into space. Sometimes you'll catch me splurging on midnight snacks at my favorite chinese food deli, but compose prose? Hardly. Much of my writing tend to lie on the side of the bitter, the acerbic, or at the very least, the sarcastic. See, I don't usually find much reason to dissect my feelings when i'm calm, and when i'm in a tranquil mood, I don't usually attempt to ruffle the still waters of my thoughts with words. Why create tsunamis or tidal waves? I just usually keep still and quiet. When i'm pleased with the way things are, you'll hardly even notice that i'm there, i just sit back and savor the scene, like a painter after the last stroke of the brush touches a masterpiece, or a young student in one of Fr. David's philosophy lectures/homilies, absorbing and relishing every word. Unlike Vincent Van Gogh, you won't catch me cutting off my ears.

For clarity's sake, I would just once again like to stress (no pun intended) that I am not coiled into a mass of tension, strained to a breaking point, or in any such position which commonly causes me to blog, as might have been the case earlier today, after a 'none spat' with my only sibling over what was suppose to be lunch. To his credit, he actually apologized, though he may have been coerced to do so after I went ranting to our mom, accusing him of having hoarded all the food just because he had a friend in tow. No need to tell him that when the coast was clear this afternoon and he and his friend were no longer around that I was actually picturing his thigh as I was hacking off what remained of the crispy pata with a table knife. Having gotten that over with, i am no longer on the verge of bursting a blood vessel, neither am I hovering on the fringes of a nervous breakdown. I am experiencing a moment of pure enjoyment, not euphoria but, just... fun.

So what momentous occasion could possibly have led me to blog today when no major upheaval is corroding the landscape of my existence... on a PC nonetheless which is not my own, and whose lack of a disk drive will cause a slight dilemma when the time comes to transfer this blog, I can't exactly just cut and paste it into another pc... hehehe. Hell, i'll just retype it all over again if I have to, after all, what's the point of having been first in line when God was distributing the skill of 'touchtyping' if you can't exploit it once in a while?

The 'occasion' is the PC itself, one which, though i can't exactly call 'my own' is the very first one which i've installed an Operating System in, which makes it a marvel of sorts for me. Okay, so there were some preliminary problems with the computer at first seemingly rejecting Windows 98 out of spite or maybe for fun, or who knows whatever it is goes on in an 'untamed' computer's feral mind, and it was really qs who was able to break through its obstinacy by appealing to its more primal instincts (read between the lines : DOS), but after the initial debacle with Windows 98, and a serial key which was being claimed to be 'invalid', I am rather proud to say that the upgrade to Windows XP went smoothly enough, and I was actually able to follow instructions for once without breaking my back, or causing qs to tear his hair out, and install the necessary components, protections, programs, etc. etc. etc., and end up with a machine well worthy of all the time, along with qsez gripes, which has been poured into it.

Had I failed in the attempt to 'domesticate' this PC, I might have reconsidered entering law school, and mortgaging a good portion of my soul to whomever it is down below who lawyers seem to worship.

As it is, my soul remains safe.