The other day, I was horrified to discover how many games I have going on in my life. The horror is only fully realized when you consider that, way in the past, I only dabbled in one or two games at most at any one time, and only when others prodded me to join in. As a kid of course there was the Nintendo console with our limited repetoire of games. I had an old school Gameboy on which I only really enjoyed Tetris, because it appealed to the puzzle-solver side of me. In my teen years the console games tapered off, but then we got a computer. It started first with Starcraft (with which I had to take turns with my brother, as we had only one working computer at the time), then Counterstrike (with which I had to bully on to my ex-boyfriend's computer to play at all). During that time period Tetrinet and Worms were sprinkled throughout.
Then my current boyfriend, who spent a whole lot of times that I visited him playing FFXI, and after that, WoW, asked me to try giving WoW a shot. I complied because, you know, if you can't beat 'em, you join 'em. I discovered that I hate people and their bullshit in general, but that, unfortunately, I did enjoy having to work together with others to achieve things. Even then, there's a whole lot of thinking involved, and sometimes I go to bed with a slight headache.
My brother got me a copy of TF2 recently, and that was the perfect game to add to all the thinking/puzzle games I spend my idle time indulging in. If I wanted to I can think in that game, but it's so much more fun to hop on a Soldier or Demoman and start blowing shit up. Especially if it's one of the push-the-cart maps. The mindless mayhem clears my head the way the other games I enjoy don't. It's so good I can play perfectly alone, on a random server where I don't know anybody, and I walk away grinning.
Anyways here's a list of games I'm currently playing:
PC
World of Warcraft
Team Fortress 2
Freestyle Basketball
Guitar Hero 3
Warhammer 2 (Coming Soon!)
DS
Picross
Touch Detective
Cooking Mama
Under the Knife
PSP
Patapon
XBox
Rock Band
And, well, uh. If people ask me for a few rounds of Tetrinet, you can bet that I'll join, as I always did when I was free.
Staring at this list, even though I know I don't play all of these every day, or even every single week, it's still no wonder I don't have a new job yet. ); And goddammit, where is the time in the day to go out and play some handball?
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sometimes a pen, sometimes a pencil.
I decided to also create a doodle blog--because sometimes you feel like writing, and sometimes you just wanna doodle.
Share your creativity if you have any--and if you don't, share it anyway! =D
http://hongdaodoodle.blogspot.com
Share your creativity if you have any--and if you don't, share it anyway! =D
http://hongdaodoodle.blogspot.com
Friday, August 8, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
A new challenger arrives
I'm on another blog.
Of course this time, I was the one who was pushing for a blog to be started, rather than the target of someone else's enthusiasm. I suppose I can only blame myself for ending up in the position of having to expose my thoughts to the general public, and more dangerously, to the people I know. Are the posts on this website supposed to contain information that is benign, restricting friends and strangers to thoughts that I would be perfectly comfortable telling enemies? Or am I supposed to be posting to invite people into my inner psyche, show more dimensions of my character, and provide depth to the ones who know me but have never seen more than the cardboard cutout I allow to stand in for my actual self?
If I ever post again maybe I'll figure it out.
Of course this time, I was the one who was pushing for a blog to be started, rather than the target of someone else's enthusiasm. I suppose I can only blame myself for ending up in the position of having to expose my thoughts to the general public, and more dangerously, to the people I know. Are the posts on this website supposed to contain information that is benign, restricting friends and strangers to thoughts that I would be perfectly comfortable telling enemies? Or am I supposed to be posting to invite people into my inner psyche, show more dimensions of my character, and provide depth to the ones who know me but have never seen more than the cardboard cutout I allow to stand in for my actual self?
If I ever post again maybe I'll figure it out.
Surely I'm Not Too Old For This
So I noticed that there were two options to post - one to leave as a comment, and one to make a new post. I understand the concept Suse's associate(s) mentioned about having a sort of collaborative train-of-thought blog where you share one blog with others, but as I'm not getting any younger, I feel totally lost as to the etiquette of posting and commenting. Do you use the comment function only when you want to reply to a particular post? What if your reply actually grows into something longer and more involved, is it still a comment or does it merit an entirely new post? Are new posts meant for entirely new ideas and trains of thought?
Now my head is sort of spinning and I'm nowhere near as sick as Suse. );
I will take this opportunity to relate a part of my morning, however. If only because the incident prompted a recurring thought I've been having for a couple of years now. I was getting ready to get off the train, and I was the only one standing by the double doors as the train pulled into the station. As usual, a crowd of people wanting to get on the train assembled outside the door as the train stopped. You would think that since I was one person, the crowd would let me off real quick so that they can all get in. But one guy in a dress shirt, a guy one wouldn't call skinny, but perhaps call short, had to barrel past me on my right side, brushing rather roughly on my left side, and as a reflex (these days I cannot stand being touched by strangers in any way) I shoved my elbow into him as I quickly stepped off the train. As I walked away I realized I didn't feel any better after shoving the miserable man. And immediately I began dreaming/wondering as I often do these days about whether there was a place, a neighborhood on this stupid planet where people weren't such rude sons of bitches that I'd be tempted to be a terrible person back to them. When I express outrage at people's behavior I often hear that it is human nature, and yet somehow that does not comfort me in the least. I'm not saying everyone needs to smile at everyone else or anything like that, just get out of their own heads enough to think of little things like, hey only one person needs to get off the train through this door, let the person go before rushing on the train to find a seat. Just little things like that. But I guess it just doesn't happen. I understand that a few bad apples makes it feel as though the ones doing good get screwed. That miserable man most definitely got a seat while the others in the crowd who were going to allow me to rush past lost a chance at that same seat.
And I thought there was seriously something wrong with that. It might be partly why I don't believe in a mighty God that smites the wicked and blesses the good. When I'm sick as a puppy though, I want to believe if only because I can beg for some bit of mercy. "Okay, if only this terrible nausea will go away, I promise I'll live a good, God-fearing life."
I'll settle for finding a city or town where the people aren't such assholes.
Now my head is sort of spinning and I'm nowhere near as sick as Suse. );
I will take this opportunity to relate a part of my morning, however. If only because the incident prompted a recurring thought I've been having for a couple of years now. I was getting ready to get off the train, and I was the only one standing by the double doors as the train pulled into the station. As usual, a crowd of people wanting to get on the train assembled outside the door as the train stopped. You would think that since I was one person, the crowd would let me off real quick so that they can all get in. But one guy in a dress shirt, a guy one wouldn't call skinny, but perhaps call short, had to barrel past me on my right side, brushing rather roughly on my left side, and as a reflex (these days I cannot stand being touched by strangers in any way) I shoved my elbow into him as I quickly stepped off the train. As I walked away I realized I didn't feel any better after shoving the miserable man. And immediately I began dreaming/wondering as I often do these days about whether there was a place, a neighborhood on this stupid planet where people weren't such rude sons of bitches that I'd be tempted to be a terrible person back to them. When I express outrage at people's behavior I often hear that it is human nature, and yet somehow that does not comfort me in the least. I'm not saying everyone needs to smile at everyone else or anything like that, just get out of their own heads enough to think of little things like, hey only one person needs to get off the train through this door, let the person go before rushing on the train to find a seat. Just little things like that. But I guess it just doesn't happen. I understand that a few bad apples makes it feel as though the ones doing good get screwed. That miserable man most definitely got a seat while the others in the crowd who were going to allow me to rush past lost a chance at that same seat.
And I thought there was seriously something wrong with that. It might be partly why I don't believe in a mighty God that smites the wicked and blesses the good. When I'm sick as a puppy though, I want to believe if only because I can beg for some bit of mercy. "Okay, if only this terrible nausea will go away, I promise I'll live a good, God-fearing life."
I'll settle for finding a city or town where the people aren't such assholes.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Here we go again.
There were many times, I start feeling the motivation to write... stuff. Be it a thoughtful journal entry, attempts at a short story, maybe even a novel in infancy stage. It would start off the same. Some new blog tool online somewhere, or a pretty new notebook from Staples. The first post or entry would be something similar to this post; depicting how I've tried time and time again to write something down, to record my thoughts and events in my life, and how I will succeed this time in making it a habitual thing. Lo and behold it becomes another good idea brushed aside, collecting dust underneath my bed, or another website I don't visit.
Well, my associate at work suggests that I try again, and this time include friends, and co-authors to help me develop this... "train of thought". So, well, here goes.
Um. Well, here goes... nothing. I haven't a thought in my head at all. I'm sitting here, eating a microwaved lunch from one of those boxed meals. The box is labeled "Lemon Chicken with Rice," and I suppose this was chicken I just ingested, and I'm sure this is rice, but I don't taste the lemon anywhere. I'm sick, and I'm not even quite sure with what. Either I have a cold, and conjunctivitis just decided to bite me in the ass for shits and giggles, or I have conjunctivitis, and cold-like symptoms just decided to appear to spite me. Anyhow, I am sitting here feeling kind of icky and miserable with no one to whine to, so like any good emo person, I will write about it on my blog online. Sometimes, I scare myself with thoughts like, "is this punishment for an evil thought I had?" or "Oh no, maybe there is a god and he's making a point." (Btw, religious people please don't hate me. I'm not being judgmental!) Then in all my delirium of all the medication I take, I begin to wonder if karma exists, and then try to justify in my head why I should expect good things to happen to me soon.
Because you know, I'm such a wonderful person and all.
Of couse this contradicts my "YOSH! I control my own destiny!" ideal and well, then I just fall asleep because thinking too hard is just not a good thing to do. Especially when your brain is feeling like a 10 ton brick crushing itself and your eyes feel like they're about to implode into the pool of mucus that sits in the back of your throat. Yes, that's right, I managed to do some emo-whining in the midst of a clever rant-on sentence while grossing everyone out.
Ice cream will definitely help right now.
Well, my associate at work suggests that I try again, and this time include friends, and co-authors to help me develop this... "train of thought". So, well, here goes.
Um. Well, here goes... nothing. I haven't a thought in my head at all. I'm sitting here, eating a microwaved lunch from one of those boxed meals. The box is labeled "Lemon Chicken with Rice," and I suppose this was chicken I just ingested, and I'm sure this is rice, but I don't taste the lemon anywhere. I'm sick, and I'm not even quite sure with what. Either I have a cold, and conjunctivitis just decided to bite me in the ass for shits and giggles, or I have conjunctivitis, and cold-like symptoms just decided to appear to spite me. Anyhow, I am sitting here feeling kind of icky and miserable with no one to whine to, so like any good emo person, I will write about it on my blog online. Sometimes, I scare myself with thoughts like, "is this punishment for an evil thought I had?" or "Oh no, maybe there is a god and he's making a point." (Btw, religious people please don't hate me. I'm not being judgmental!) Then in all my delirium of all the medication I take, I begin to wonder if karma exists, and then try to justify in my head why I should expect good things to happen to me soon.
Because you know, I'm such a wonderful person and all.
Of couse this contradicts my "YOSH! I control my own destiny!" ideal and well, then I just fall asleep because thinking too hard is just not a good thing to do. Especially when your brain is feeling like a 10 ton brick crushing itself and your eyes feel like they're about to implode into the pool of mucus that sits in the back of your throat. Yes, that's right, I managed to do some emo-whining in the midst of a clever rant-on sentence while grossing everyone out.
Ice cream will definitely help right now.
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