By VG, its video games, be it from the consoles (I own a PlayStation and a PlayStation2), or the PC. Believe me, I started playing VG since I was 5 years old, could install it by 6, and owned at least 15 games before I was in third year of my primary education. It didn't matter to me that 30 percent of the games I owned was not actually suited for my age - I delibrately changed the "blood colour" settings in my first Serious Sam into green to make it look "more realistic".
Now, though, I changed my prefered genre of VG to adventuring RPGs and RTS - role-playing and real-time-strategy for those who didn't know the abbreviations. My favourite? Age of Mythology , Warcraft III (I'd only use it to play DotA, though) , Orochi Warriors (PS2) , and the Digimon World series (2 and 4) , to name a few.
I loved it whenever I executed a move using my character that left his opponent lying and knocked out. I grinned in delight when an opponent army fell for my ruse and was lured out of the safety of his city, only to be completely annihilated by my own, far more superior army. and I simply love it when my Juggernaut just come out and execute a Double Kill in the span of 15 seconds.
Am I addicted?
Nah, I'm just obsessed.
Its what most teens are caught up with, right?
To me, it doesn't matter why I'm so, 'cause I don't think VG is going to be everything in my life. aside from reading and exercising, this proves to be my recreational activity - and one that lets me unleash all of my tension in one go.
So, I'm definitely playing on.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
My Greens
When I came to brood about it on a dreary, moody day, I realized that half the plants grown in my house had already been there since I was a toddler. This means that we grew up under the same roof, cared for by my father. Half brothers, then.
The Cactus - This one stays in my living room all the time. It never gets out to enjoy direct sunlight nowadays, and hardly recieves any water at all. Still, it survives in a less-than-friendly environment. Even without the elements much plants would need to grow out of seedhood, it continues to stand proud, teaching me to not be down.
The Orchid - The subspecies that my father cares about the most, these orchids are beautifully, simple. There is no flair in them, yet they can struck quite a chord in the hearts of those who appreciate it. Still, I 'd like them more if they had fragrance.
The Bonsai - These little pot-plants have been twisted to form shapes my father desires. He uses copperwires to do the job. If you look closely, the stems actualy bulge out from the restricting coils, so the wire now cannot be pulled out ever again. Good thing my own life ain't that twisted, though sometimes I wish it wasn't as restricted.
The Lotus - Ahh, the gentleman of flowers. Surprisingly, their petals fall off soon after the flower blossom. That leaves the stalk in the middle, standing tall above the leaves and swaying in the wind. Its nakedness did nothing to dim its beauty, rather it made me thought otherwise.
So there it is, four amongst the plants that grew up with me. I wasn't much of a plant lover, but its great to just stare at them, take pictures of them, or even smell them - even though the plants are scentless.
The Cactus - This one stays in my living room all the time. It never gets out to enjoy direct sunlight nowadays, and hardly recieves any water at all. Still, it survives in a less-than-friendly environment. Even without the elements much plants would need to grow out of seedhood, it continues to stand proud, teaching me to not be down.
The Orchid - The subspecies that my father cares about the most, these orchids are beautifully, simple. There is no flair in them, yet they can struck quite a chord in the hearts of those who appreciate it. Still, I 'd like them more if they had fragrance.
The Bonsai - These little pot-plants have been twisted to form shapes my father desires. He uses copperwires to do the job. If you look closely, the stems actualy bulge out from the restricting coils, so the wire now cannot be pulled out ever again. Good thing my own life ain't that twisted, though sometimes I wish it wasn't as restricted.
The Lotus - Ahh, the gentleman of flowers. Surprisingly, their petals fall off soon after the flower blossom. That leaves the stalk in the middle, standing tall above the leaves and swaying in the wind. Its nakedness did nothing to dim its beauty, rather it made me thought otherwise.
So there it is, four amongst the plants that grew up with me. I wasn't much of a plant lover, but its great to just stare at them, take pictures of them, or even smell them - even though the plants are scentless.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
One World, One Dream...
Sigh... As the world prepares for the one-and-only international sports event that's gonna be a blast, I'm stuck preparing for the one thing that sets me back on my heels - the school exams. Yep, at the exactly the 8th of August, Friday, I'm gonna be mentally bracing myself for the paper thats gonna arrive in minutes.
Yet, that cannot even put a damper on my spirits. True, my results will most probably go down, doubtlessly because of me dividing my attetion between exam preparations and watching the Games with the world. Still, I will show my passion, the dream that I share with the world, to the world.
To all those who will compete in the Games, I wish them luck and peace, whatever their results in their competitions. But to those of my own country, Malaysia, I wish them Malaysian atheletes to be able to prove themselves worthy, to be able to open the eyes of those who look down on them, to let us be able to be proud of our nation, our fellow countrymen.
The days leading up to the Beijing Olympics are not exactly peaceful. What with certain political issues, discord has been sown among some factions, riots have appeared on the streets. Still, I believe that the rest of the world would still stand united when they celebrate the upcoming event of all time. I believe that sports should not be connected with politics, and therefore those people who wish to create chaos during the Olympic Games will never succeed, since there are more in the world who share my views.
Finally, let all of us share the dream as we share the world. Let us all celebrate the Olympics as is proper, no matter our skin colour, race or culture
Yet, that cannot even put a damper on my spirits. True, my results will most probably go down, doubtlessly because of me dividing my attetion between exam preparations and watching the Games with the world. Still, I will show my passion, the dream that I share with the world, to the world.
To all those who will compete in the Games, I wish them luck and peace, whatever their results in their competitions. But to those of my own country, Malaysia, I wish them Malaysian atheletes to be able to prove themselves worthy, to be able to open the eyes of those who look down on them, to let us be able to be proud of our nation, our fellow countrymen.
The days leading up to the Beijing Olympics are not exactly peaceful. What with certain political issues, discord has been sown among some factions, riots have appeared on the streets. Still, I believe that the rest of the world would still stand united when they celebrate the upcoming event of all time. I believe that sports should not be connected with politics, and therefore those people who wish to create chaos during the Olympic Games will never succeed, since there are more in the world who share my views.
Finally, let all of us share the dream as we share the world. Let us all celebrate the Olympics as is proper, no matter our skin colour, race or culture
Monday, July 7, 2008
Double C in School means Co-curriculuarlly Cool
To me, my school life before I turned 14 is pretty much dull and sleepy. That's because my life at school back then would be study, books, and gossip. Not anymore, I say with relish. Now, club activities not only just breathe in some fresh air, they've became the soul of my school life. I'm positively grabbing every opportunity to attend co-curricular activities.
First, there's the club I'm in that sometimes organise social work to let me provide to others, to give rather than take; the days I spent trying to crack a hole in my opponents chess defense while turtling up my own pieces to be as impregnable as possible to any attacks. Finally, there's the days spent in the sun as we drill to our commanders orders. gritting our teeth while drops of sweat sting our eyes and bearing the pain as we do push-ups on the blistering road at 3.00pm. Then onto the competition, when all our training paid off, and the hall echoes with our footsteps as we put all our focus into our performance.
But all in all, the best thing I have found in co-curricular activities is the sense of being, of belonging. Between me and my friends, there's a brotherhood formed by the things we did that bring trust and faith amongst us. It was welded through the "battles" we fought together, tempered by the loyalty we've shown for each other. It never matter who leads, because we know, fully, that everyone was equally important in the team.
With them, I guess I've found the clique where I can truly belong. Maybe this will be the end of me, as the lone Traveller. Then again, perhaps not.
First, there's the club I'm in that sometimes organise social work to let me provide to others, to give rather than take; the days I spent trying to crack a hole in my opponents chess defense while turtling up my own pieces to be as impregnable as possible to any attacks. Finally, there's the days spent in the sun as we drill to our commanders orders. gritting our teeth while drops of sweat sting our eyes and bearing the pain as we do push-ups on the blistering road at 3.00pm. Then onto the competition, when all our training paid off, and the hall echoes with our footsteps as we put all our focus into our performance.
But all in all, the best thing I have found in co-curricular activities is the sense of being, of belonging. Between me and my friends, there's a brotherhood formed by the things we did that bring trust and faith amongst us. It was welded through the "battles" we fought together, tempered by the loyalty we've shown for each other. It never matter who leads, because we know, fully, that everyone was equally important in the team.
With them, I guess I've found the clique where I can truly belong. Maybe this will be the end of me, as the lone Traveller. Then again, perhaps not.
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