The Diary of The Deranged Writer

Listen IV: Saya’s “Natsu Shigure”

On the afternoon of June 30, 2025, I ran a few errands in the nearest business district. And when I was about to finish the final errand, heavy rain poured. I brought my portable umbrella (I always do because I’m vigilant in a way), but still… damn.

I waited several minutes for the weather to calm down, but I also wanted to go to Oversight early. So, I switched on my wireless earphones, opened my umbrella, pressed the shuffle mode on “My Favorite Songs” playlist on Spotify, went outside the building, hit the play button, and started walking. During my first steps, the sun slightly appeared while it was still raining.

The first song that Spotify played was the perfect soundtrack during that sunny yet rainy walk to my favorite cafe. What’s the song? It’s “Natsu Shigure” (夏しぐれ), my favorite song from Saya (冴夜), my recent favorite singer-songwriter hailing from Japan. “Natsu Shigure” means “Summer Drizzle” or “Summer Shower” in Japanese.

XXXIV: The Hulk Hogan Question My Grandfather Frequently Asked

Usually, I would watch WWE alone, and I’m cool with it. Yes, I eventually found a few friends who watch WWE or pro wrestling in general (casual or a die-hard fan like me), but I also accepted a long time ago that pro wrestling is not everyone’s cup of tea.

Whenever I do watch pro wrestling with other people, it’s even better. One of my bonding moments with my Father would be watching clips of WWE (old or new) on YouTube. Sometimes, my Younger Brother (the Kane to my Undertaker) would watch with me, too. Recently, when I was watching the recent edition of Saturday Night’s Main Event, my Younger Brother was surprised to see Goldberg in action. (I told him it was his retirement match, and he was battling Gunther for the World Heavyweight Championship.)

But whenever I watch WWE with my lolo (Tagalog for “grandfather”), Lolo Ice, it’s a different situation—primarily because he doesn’t know it’s scripted, predetermined. If I did bring up the scripted fact to him, he would forget it, and he would still cheer for the faces (heroes) and jeer for the heels (villains)… and I love him for that. I can just enjoy watching the matches and moments with my lolo without analyzing them. This is why I called him my wrestling buddy.

And of all the times Lolo Ice and I watched any wrestling match or moment, he would always bring up one question about an important figure in pro wrestling, and I would always answer the same way.

10-Minute Warning CLXXXIII

What can I tell here in under 10 minutes?

I have some good news: I can preserve my sole bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey for several weeks, and I can just buy my weekly Coke Zero (for my family, not for me). Why? Last Monday, my Mother, Father, and a cousin bought 2 4-packs of premixed Jack & Coke. That’s one Devil’s Cup per week in the next 2 months. Hell yes!

Yeah, they didn’t buy the right drink (Jack & Coke Zero), but come on… it’s still a Jack & Coke. And The Devil’s Cup will have more bite in the next several weeks. That’s still a win for me!

What else? Well, every year, I binge-watch my favorite series of all time, the sci-fi crime thriller/drama Person of Interest, and I have been on another POI marathon since July 12. Today I just finished an episode from Season 2, “C.O.D.”. I might watch another episode before I go out tonight.

And maybe I should start a new blog series where I discuss each Person of Interest episode?

Anyway, my 10 minutes are up. See you in the next post.