September had been massive. To think back to the first day that I have set my foot here in Melbourne, it still feels surreal that things are changing that rapidly. At least for myself. Still partially wishing I could watch me run my life through a third person view. Thinking so, just makes me feel as though it is insanely awesome to do so. Somewhat like playing god. nehehehehehe. Though, doesn't it make you feel like you have no responsible for that being that you are watching from a third person view? Somehow, doesn't it cut down that burden for a tad bit? Or am I just being mad? :O
Let's try incorporating this into a FPS gamer view. First Player Shooter, the way I prefer my games to be played. In a way, you know you can control whatever your character is doing. Would have to say, it greatly reflects on what you do in real life. You press on W, you walk forward, you press D, you swerve to the right for a little. But in reality, you have so much more movement as compared to that. These games are limited, but depending on how you could toggle your mind in controlling your character, basically describes you.. almost accurately. My favourite character of TF2, would be the pyro. Given a fire blaster, I could pretty much run up to my enemy's face and burn the crap out of them. I remember my friend telling me: you somehow manage to get in the midst of all those people and somehow run out of it, perfectly fine. I like that sentence, probably not the exact words being said, but it did make me ponder a little bit on what I do both INgame and OFFgame.
It probably isn't a good idea to link video games to reality. But screw that, this is my blog, I wish to do what I wish. :D
How I see problems, I somehow omit the reality to what negative impacts it would bring upon me. Because of that, I usually ram into problems without thinking twice, and thought I would just deal with it when I am in it. From time to time, this would cause me to be stuck in it for quite some time. Would have to say, because I was pretty much unprepared for what was coming my way (like I said, I couldn't be bothered). The problem is that once I am in it, I would normally be thrown into exponentials of different directions, whereby I would be driven to the verge of giving up. But because I know if I give up, I will pretty much die there in the middle of it. Nope. Not the best place to die, at all. Why not just finish it up, and leave victorious, right?
Though the side effect to that is that, I may not completely solve the problem to a 100%. Problems in my case, are normally accomplished about 80% on an average, and I will be satisfied, then I am off. If by luck, I get a 100% on the effort, I will be ecstatic! Plus with the fact that my effort is almost never 100%, I would never put in high hopes either.
I aim to get the highest number of kills, every time I play TF2. Pyro fits perfectly with me, I would just run into my enemies, and blow torch the crap out of them and escape, hoping I had burned them enough to achieve my aim. It feels satisfying, really. Second favourite character, would be the sniper. On days when I feel like I have extra patience, this is the character for me! It tells a different story altogether too!
I really feel like I could describe each and every characters of TF2. Too much gaming moments going on for the past whole week. Please forgive me, I had been kills-deprived for quite some time now. :O
NAAAAHHHHH.
What if it's RPG? Role Playing Games, are what I would call, playing God. Yes, you control whatever that character of yours do, but it still partially feels like there is only that much you can do to it. It will eventually do it's own things if you leave it idle. Games like Diablo3 and the Assassin's Creed series, allows you to have a view from the top down, giving you much more view as compared to what you see in FPS. I also sometimes find that RPG are alittle too true to be real. Why would the character have so much of loot space that you can practically LOOT so much, and run around like normal? At least FPS gives you limited loot, it feels much more... surreal?
Games like RPG, makes me feel better about myself, sometimes. It really does give me that feeling that I am watching myself playing God on myself. If that is possible, in any way. :P It feels like there is less responsiblitity held within, and you are free to watch yourself and tell yourself how to improve or where you are going wrong. Playing God, really.
Oh holy guardian angel of mine. Do you even exist? :O
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
"Then this little white fluffy thing gains eye contact with you, thinking it has your attention, it starts prancing towards your direction. There was pretty much nothing that could stop it as it gains momentum. All that is left to do is nothing but to sit there, and be mentally prepared for the impact that could come alongside with the enthusiasm this little thing has."
I was describing how Mika would have attacked me, whenever she seems me around the house, wanting to have a little play with me. :)
Thinking that I have no idea how to start talking about this, I decided to go all random (as usual). Totally out of topic, but still relevant at the same time. Thank goodness I am DONE with my essay assignments. What is left, is the final pieces of examination that stands between me and my first ever Summer holiday here in Melbourne.
I absolutely hate when that one particular item could mean so much to one person, when it is also most definitely insignificant to the rest of the world (unless of course, you share the same 'memory' behind that particular item). Been meaning to talk about it, but I could not comprehend the fact that this inanimate object is causing so much stir in my noggins. Much like a whirlpool of stir that it gets me jumbled up for words whenever I try describing it. Even now, I am trying to find the best way I can say this without being completely self-absorbed in it.
There is pretty much nowhere I could run, at least not anymore. How much this one thing has brought significant change in my life. That one medal, that one photo, and the crap load of thoughts I have regarding this (still not getting to the point, dang it).
Third placing for Ultimate Frisbee, Asean Games Australia 2012.
I have always been the sports person in school. Probably in a way, I may be boasting about it. But this was pretty much the only thing I can boast about, ever. Getting medals for almost every sports event I participated in school, those light weighted FAKE medals, didn't really mean much as compared to what I have today. Simply because back in schooling days, there weren't many people who were interested in sports, and I knew that I was only good enough for school standard, nothing when it comes to competing outside of it. Never would I have thought I could actually have the chance to grab hold of a medal once again. In a way, this one medal has brought back significant memories of how I used to be 'active at sports'.
I don't know how big of a deal AGA was, but it is the reason that I got introduced to an awesome bunch of frisbee players. Not only that, those training and outings with them got me knowing what the game of frisbee really is. To me, they seemed to be taking this game seriously, and that they were good at it. Until I got exposed to watching people from other universities play, then I knew even more than I ever knew about frisbee. Would have to say, because of the fact that I had initially underestimated this game, with now having so much exposure to this, I am officially addicted. Even if I don't get to play it professionally, but I have definitely gained a profound respect to all the frisbee players out there. Reminds me of cheer, really. The spirit is.. (insert dumbfound-simile here). Doubt I could get this part of my memories erased, ever. It felt like some flash-bang and it just blinded me almost immediately, that one long beep sound that comes right after, is still ongoing.
It really feels like I have so much more to share about what I know about this game. Though at the same time, it feels like I still don't know enough to talk about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Plus the fact that I knew nothing about this game, I was pretty much the one with the least experience. A medal with that much knowledge, somehow didn't feel rather appropriate. As the dead weight, I just did whatever I could to contribute with the littlest I could. Because it was a live match, I pretty much had to force myself to learn more than I would normally have. "Mind over matter", was the one phrase that I kept repeating in my head whenever I felt like I could've contributed more, or whenever I felt like giving up. Fact that I only had 2 hours of sleep the night before, added that self pressure onto myself to push myself even more. It got a little overboard at one point, where I accidentally rammed into someone, and caused her to have a bruise in her head. :/
In all honesty, it still felt like a miracle that I actually gotten a medal for what had happened throughout a time of only less than 2 weeks. Still surprised that I even managed to push through the whole ordeal with only 2 hours of sleep, and an injured toe, and tired leg muscles. So yes, this one medal has caused a tidal wave through my thoughts and also given me a bunch of new friends and a terrible sunburn on my face. :D
Ultimate frisbee has literally blown my mind.
And I have no one else to thank, but you.
yeap! YOU! :D
<3
I was describing how Mika would have attacked me, whenever she seems me around the house, wanting to have a little play with me. :)
Thinking that I have no idea how to start talking about this, I decided to go all random (as usual). Totally out of topic, but still relevant at the same time. Thank goodness I am DONE with my essay assignments. What is left, is the final pieces of examination that stands between me and my first ever Summer holiday here in Melbourne.
I absolutely hate when that one particular item could mean so much to one person, when it is also most definitely insignificant to the rest of the world (unless of course, you share the same 'memory' behind that particular item). Been meaning to talk about it, but I could not comprehend the fact that this inanimate object is causing so much stir in my noggins. Much like a whirlpool of stir that it gets me jumbled up for words whenever I try describing it. Even now, I am trying to find the best way I can say this without being completely self-absorbed in it.
There is pretty much nowhere I could run, at least not anymore. How much this one thing has brought significant change in my life. That one medal, that one photo, and the crap load of thoughts I have regarding this (still not getting to the point, dang it).
Third placing for Ultimate Frisbee, Asean Games Australia 2012.
I have always been the sports person in school. Probably in a way, I may be boasting about it. But this was pretty much the only thing I can boast about, ever. Getting medals for almost every sports event I participated in school, those light weighted FAKE medals, didn't really mean much as compared to what I have today. Simply because back in schooling days, there weren't many people who were interested in sports, and I knew that I was only good enough for school standard, nothing when it comes to competing outside of it. Never would I have thought I could actually have the chance to grab hold of a medal once again. In a way, this one medal has brought back significant memories of how I used to be 'active at sports'.
I don't know how big of a deal AGA was, but it is the reason that I got introduced to an awesome bunch of frisbee players. Not only that, those training and outings with them got me knowing what the game of frisbee really is. To me, they seemed to be taking this game seriously, and that they were good at it. Until I got exposed to watching people from other universities play, then I knew even more than I ever knew about frisbee. Would have to say, because of the fact that I had initially underestimated this game, with now having so much exposure to this, I am officially addicted. Even if I don't get to play it professionally, but I have definitely gained a profound respect to all the frisbee players out there. Reminds me of cheer, really. The spirit is.. (insert dumbfound-simile here). Doubt I could get this part of my memories erased, ever. It felt like some flash-bang and it just blinded me almost immediately, that one long beep sound that comes right after, is still ongoing.
It really feels like I have so much more to share about what I know about this game. Though at the same time, it feels like I still don't know enough to talk about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Plus the fact that I knew nothing about this game, I was pretty much the one with the least experience. A medal with that much knowledge, somehow didn't feel rather appropriate. As the dead weight, I just did whatever I could to contribute with the littlest I could. Because it was a live match, I pretty much had to force myself to learn more than I would normally have. "Mind over matter", was the one phrase that I kept repeating in my head whenever I felt like I could've contributed more, or whenever I felt like giving up. Fact that I only had 2 hours of sleep the night before, added that self pressure onto myself to push myself even more. It got a little overboard at one point, where I accidentally rammed into someone, and caused her to have a bruise in her head. :/
In all honesty, it still felt like a miracle that I actually gotten a medal for what had happened throughout a time of only less than 2 weeks. Still surprised that I even managed to push through the whole ordeal with only 2 hours of sleep, and an injured toe, and tired leg muscles. So yes, this one medal has caused a tidal wave through my thoughts and also given me a bunch of new friends and a terrible sunburn on my face. :D
Ultimate frisbee has literally blown my mind.
And I have no one else to thank, but you.
yeap! YOU! :D
<3
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
How feminine do I look, to how feminine I feel, doesn't feel like it matches up well at all. I would prefer to say that I am a tomboy sometimes, but at the same time, I want to feel feminine too. At one point of time, I actually questioned my own gender (at least this was when I was still a kid HAHAHA).
To be feminine, there are tonnes of self grooming to do. Probably less work to do when the guys need to dress up for something, but I am pretty sure guys and girls are spending almost the same amount when it comes to self grooming (which includes clothes and shoes and facial care products). I sometimes wish I had perfect skin without needing to care of it at all. I seriously wish so. Every female people who sees me would ask me: what do you do to your skin? Don't you take good care of it? Honestly, it felt like an embarrassement whenever they ask me so. Worst still, when I have a guy friend with perfect skin, while mine is like some thrashed up skin.
It is so bothersome. I could not comprehand worrying about my face all the time, when I have other important stuff to do like: cramming my brains with knowledge and making sure I have food to eat. Maybe you could say that it is an excuse for me to NOT give a bother about my own skincare. But at the same time, I don't get what is the whole fuss about.
The only bitch part is when I know I am supposed to be a female, taking care of myself and all, I literally FAIL.
The only girly part about me is, my dressing.
Correction, it is not even true. HAHAHAHAH. No doubt about it, I love dresses, shorts, and for sure, SHOPPING. I could not stand staring at a pretty dress, that costs so much, dreaming of wearing it. Problem is, would the money be worth purchasing that piece of wardrobe? When will I ever be able to wear that pretty dress? Those artists got me thinking, WHOAAAA! I WANNA DRESS UP AND BE PRETTY AS THEM TOO. Fact is, they get sponsored to wear that, while we have to slave to be pretty, just for that one time.
Don't even get me started on cosmetics. Those cosmetic ranges.. Maybelline, Loreal, Silkygirl? OMG.. Then you have concealer, powder, eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow.. It literally is never ending. Girls pretty much spend their whole hour in the early morning of the days just getting themselves pretty. As for me? I couldn't be bothered at all. Honestly, this is an embarrassment to me as a GIRL. Seeing others putting up heavy make up for uni everyday, it ticks me off, honestly. I don't get how they could wake up in time to get those much stuff onto their face. I definitely couldn't. I prioritise sleep more than anything.
Hair? I could even not give a crap about this too, if its not the only thing fashionable that I can keep. I do drastic changes to my hair whenever I can. From the short bob hairdo, to thick bangs, and now, I finally have it straightened and highlighted. *secretly hoping to dye my hair purple someday*. Proper haircare? Shampoo everyday, conditioner it, then blow dry right after. Special treatment, would probably be rebonding and someother treatment that my mother always asks me to do.
WHY DO WE NEED TO SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON GROOMING OURSELVES?!
Other than that, I have to admit, I fail to be a woman.
Going to events, you know you need to dress up and put on make up and shit. I, can't do them. My sister even paid for me to go for a make up class, of which I completely forgotten everything that I learned from. So, recently we had a Malaysian Ball. I had no clue what I was supposed to wear, and I had no ownage of any form of party heels, at all, and the worst of all, I screwed up my make up. *\^^/*
It should be an embarrassment, but I couldn't give any crap about it. But because it was compulsory, I had to do it. I definitely need a personal make up artist. :( aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Where on earth has my feminity vanished to?!
So I guess, I can't say that I am a woman, even, right?
SO IMMA BE A KID FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!
.. pewpewpew.
To be feminine, there are tonnes of self grooming to do. Probably less work to do when the guys need to dress up for something, but I am pretty sure guys and girls are spending almost the same amount when it comes to self grooming (which includes clothes and shoes and facial care products). I sometimes wish I had perfect skin without needing to care of it at all. I seriously wish so. Every female people who sees me would ask me: what do you do to your skin? Don't you take good care of it? Honestly, it felt like an embarrassement whenever they ask me so. Worst still, when I have a guy friend with perfect skin, while mine is like some thrashed up skin.
It is so bothersome. I could not comprehand worrying about my face all the time, when I have other important stuff to do like: cramming my brains with knowledge and making sure I have food to eat. Maybe you could say that it is an excuse for me to NOT give a bother about my own skincare. But at the same time, I don't get what is the whole fuss about.
The only bitch part is when I know I am supposed to be a female, taking care of myself and all, I literally FAIL.
The only girly part about me is, my dressing.
Correction, it is not even true. HAHAHAHAH. No doubt about it, I love dresses, shorts, and for sure, SHOPPING. I could not stand staring at a pretty dress, that costs so much, dreaming of wearing it. Problem is, would the money be worth purchasing that piece of wardrobe? When will I ever be able to wear that pretty dress? Those artists got me thinking, WHOAAAA! I WANNA DRESS UP AND BE PRETTY AS THEM TOO. Fact is, they get sponsored to wear that, while we have to slave to be pretty, just for that one time.
Don't even get me started on cosmetics. Those cosmetic ranges.. Maybelline, Loreal, Silkygirl? OMG.. Then you have concealer, powder, eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow.. It literally is never ending. Girls pretty much spend their whole hour in the early morning of the days just getting themselves pretty. As for me? I couldn't be bothered at all. Honestly, this is an embarrassment to me as a GIRL. Seeing others putting up heavy make up for uni everyday, it ticks me off, honestly. I don't get how they could wake up in time to get those much stuff onto their face. I definitely couldn't. I prioritise sleep more than anything.
Hair? I could even not give a crap about this too, if its not the only thing fashionable that I can keep. I do drastic changes to my hair whenever I can. From the short bob hairdo, to thick bangs, and now, I finally have it straightened and highlighted. *secretly hoping to dye my hair purple someday*. Proper haircare? Shampoo everyday, conditioner it, then blow dry right after. Special treatment, would probably be rebonding and someother treatment that my mother always asks me to do.
WHY DO WE NEED TO SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON GROOMING OURSELVES?!
Other than that, I have to admit, I fail to be a woman.
Going to events, you know you need to dress up and put on make up and shit. I, can't do them. My sister even paid for me to go for a make up class, of which I completely forgotten everything that I learned from. So, recently we had a Malaysian Ball. I had no clue what I was supposed to wear, and I had no ownage of any form of party heels, at all, and the worst of all, I screwed up my make up. *\^^/*
It should be an embarrassment, but I couldn't give any crap about it. But because it was compulsory, I had to do it. I definitely need a personal make up artist. :( aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Where on earth has my feminity vanished to?!
So I guess, I can't say that I am a woman, even, right?
SO IMMA BE A KID FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!
.. pewpewpew.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
So... I went clubbing again on Friday night.
My second time in Melbourne, the third time in my life. Still not digging the clubbing scene. It felt a little like a sold-out concert with people practically in each other's faces, trying to find space and dance. Also, the loud music is pretty much deafening, especially when you stand below a speaker.
I still don't get the joy of clubbing. I somehow hope I could, so I could enjoy it with my friends who enjoys them. I mean, how could you enjoy something, when you don't enjoy it, when your friends are totally digging it. Somewhat like a party pooper, if you ask me.
Despite how much I love dancing, but it feels like I have no idea what I am doing when I am there in a club. The music has awesome beats, but dancing with heels is.. rather clumsy. Thanks to my big foot, and hopping girls in heels, I got nicely stomped on, a few times. Definitely horrifying when my toe is actually injured. Goodness knows how terrified I was when some crazy girl was dancing in a completely-out-of-her-mind state. Especially when I need to salvage my feet for miles of running the next day. :/
The club, was MAZE. One of the two clubs that were given to us as options to have our 'afterparty' after the Grand Malaysian Ball. Pretty sure majority of us went to Maze (Kuddos to the committee for the great event at Langham Hotel and the arrangement of everything). Maybe because it was free entrance for all who went to the ball, it seriously felt like another malaysian invasion moment. Everywhere I turn, I see Asian faces. According to my friend, Fridays were usually the Asian Night. Still not wishing to know what norms clubbing has. Noppee.
Though I like the fact that they had a few korean songs playing now and then. Too bad I am clumsy with heels and there was seriously limited place to dance like how I normally dance in my room, couldn't show off that I knew the choreo to them. HAHAHAHAHHA #win. And 'Gangnam Style' is definitely gotten overrated. It is being played almost everywhere now. That night itself, they had it on three times (Aren't you guys bored of the song and dance?).
OOOOHHH! And it was the first time that I saw police people in the club. One policeman and policewoman. Not too sure what they were doing there though. Can someone explain to me why does clubbing costs so much? Entrance fees, is not cheap at all (if I am not mistaken, much more expensive for males?). Then you have to pay to put your coats somewhere safe. Alcohols are expensive too. I am wondering how much money they could earn within one night. Seems like a good place to earn a living, even if it's just a part time job. The bartender seems easy, just pouring concoctions of alcohols, collecting money and watch people getting drunk. Considering that people will get thirsty, the bar will be constantly filled with people. Then not to forget the people who go clubs to get wasted, and have alcohol of almost any kind (wine is too classy for this, champagne is too 'kiddo' for this, do they have beer? hrmmmm).
I have yet to get a good experience with clubbing.
It got me thinking of all the clubbing songs the next morning, though. Made me feel like dancing even while I am walking. Even right now, it feels like I should start attending dance classes, cause I felt so lost when I am 'dancing' in a club (cause everyone is just hopping, and putting their hands in the air, waving like they just don't care, and a whole lot of body 'popping' and 'waves').
Still wishing I get to see some awesome dancers appearing out of nowhere, causing a scene on the dance floor, just like how the American dancing movies depict them.
OMG. I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVEN'T WATCH THE LATEST 'STEP UP' INSTALLATION!!!
My second time in Melbourne, the third time in my life. Still not digging the clubbing scene. It felt a little like a sold-out concert with people practically in each other's faces, trying to find space and dance. Also, the loud music is pretty much deafening, especially when you stand below a speaker.
I still don't get the joy of clubbing. I somehow hope I could, so I could enjoy it with my friends who enjoys them. I mean, how could you enjoy something, when you don't enjoy it, when your friends are totally digging it. Somewhat like a party pooper, if you ask me.
Despite how much I love dancing, but it feels like I have no idea what I am doing when I am there in a club. The music has awesome beats, but dancing with heels is.. rather clumsy. Thanks to my big foot, and hopping girls in heels, I got nicely stomped on, a few times. Definitely horrifying when my toe is actually injured. Goodness knows how terrified I was when some crazy girl was dancing in a completely-out-of-her-mind state. Especially when I need to salvage my feet for miles of running the next day. :/
The club, was MAZE. One of the two clubs that were given to us as options to have our 'afterparty' after the Grand Malaysian Ball. Pretty sure majority of us went to Maze (Kuddos to the committee for the great event at Langham Hotel and the arrangement of everything). Maybe because it was free entrance for all who went to the ball, it seriously felt like another malaysian invasion moment. Everywhere I turn, I see Asian faces. According to my friend, Fridays were usually the Asian Night. Still not wishing to know what norms clubbing has. Noppee.
Though I like the fact that they had a few korean songs playing now and then. Too bad I am clumsy with heels and there was seriously limited place to dance like how I normally dance in my room, couldn't show off that I knew the choreo to them. HAHAHAHAHHA #win. And 'Gangnam Style' is definitely gotten overrated. It is being played almost everywhere now. That night itself, they had it on three times (Aren't you guys bored of the song and dance?).
OOOOHHH! And it was the first time that I saw police people in the club. One policeman and policewoman. Not too sure what they were doing there though. Can someone explain to me why does clubbing costs so much? Entrance fees, is not cheap at all (if I am not mistaken, much more expensive for males?). Then you have to pay to put your coats somewhere safe. Alcohols are expensive too. I am wondering how much money they could earn within one night. Seems like a good place to earn a living, even if it's just a part time job. The bartender seems easy, just pouring concoctions of alcohols, collecting money and watch people getting drunk. Considering that people will get thirsty, the bar will be constantly filled with people. Then not to forget the people who go clubs to get wasted, and have alcohol of almost any kind (wine is too classy for this, champagne is too 'kiddo' for this, do they have beer? hrmmmm).
I have yet to get a good experience with clubbing.
It got me thinking of all the clubbing songs the next morning, though. Made me feel like dancing even while I am walking. Even right now, it feels like I should start attending dance classes, cause I felt so lost when I am 'dancing' in a club (cause everyone is just hopping, and putting their hands in the air, waving like they just don't care, and a whole lot of body 'popping' and 'waves').
Still wishing I get to see some awesome dancers appearing out of nowhere, causing a scene on the dance floor, just like how the American dancing movies depict them.
OMG. I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVEN'T WATCH THE LATEST 'STEP UP' INSTALLATION!!!
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Well. This new blogger layout is a pain in the bum. I only come here for the number of view I have, before switching it back to the older layout cause it was easier for me to navigate and type comfortably. No choice given now, I have to learn how to accept this new layout. *cringe*
For that first post with this, would definitely annoy me even more if the blogpost doesn't turn out like as I like it. JUST LIKE ASSIGNMENTS. You can never be too sure. NEVER. (I may be cursing on an off in this one, this thing has mentally drained me. FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEE)
Bloody hell.
What on Earth are assignments for? Do we actually learn from all this mental stress we have to go through, just to get it over and done with, perfectly? It feels like a threat from the education institution somehow. As though the syllabus wasn't difficult enough, they had to add our burden with assignments. Again, I question its function.
All I know is that assignments come in a few phases. It could drive you crazy, if you are not careful. Unless of course, you completely don't give a damn about it, it is a completely different case for you. But since you know it is 'weighted', you literally feel like there is no way out of this misery.
First, you are given the task. With no obvious clues attached, whatsoever. It literally does feel like you are being kidnapped and thrown into an unknown place, with only ONE SINGLE CLUE. Of course, you want to live, you try to figure it out, and work out HOW TO GET OUT OF IT ALIVE. If you are lucky, you have a very smart buddy who immediately grasps the idea of the assignment, and you could poke out a few clues out of him or her. In some super lucky cases, lecturers actually give you crap loads of clues (but of course, you have to be super duper lucky).
Then, you have to start researching on it. With the caution that, you should not use Wikipedia in anyway. Ironically, it is the only place we all turn to for a round-off idea of what we are supposed to do. For someone as DUMB as I am, Wikipedia is like my GOD. I mean, why would you want to go around the island when you could go through the island just to get to the other end, especially when you know NOTHING AT ALL. Somewhat taking the leap of faith, scavenging through the jungle and see if I could survive that or now. But of course, because we were told not to use wikipedia, we will eventually end up at the beach, taking the safer route to where we are supposed to go. Also, you have 50-50 percent chances in actually nailing it, or getting totally off course. :/
Third, execution. Literally. The most dreading part of it all. You have to start carrying out your plans and everything that you have researched for. As you go through this, you will start doubting what you initially found. Like I said, DUMB people like me will have the most difficult time in this. As I write my essay, I start to find that my research was not significant enough, and I ended up detouring, going back to the research phase. Most of the time, I start slacking. Simply because it takes forever to search for the things you need (or at least you think so).
Lastly, be the grammar nazi. On your own work. Not to forget to be all Kim Jong-Il with your work too. You have to make go through whatever you have done, wondering if the 'marker' would like it or not. Even if you convince yourself that you are doing it right, when you get your marks returned, you will most likely have your head blown off.
Not to forget the nonsense emotions these thing brings along. You have to constantly think of the due date. Being an AVERAGE student, I would normally slack it off for the first 60% of the time from it is give til the dateline. The last 40% of the time would be spent trying to get it done on time, and also properly. I would have to agree if you say that it is dumb to do so, but who wouldn't do it when you know it is going to eat up most of your time?
Assignments have never been easy to deal with. It always felt like an extra burden. :/ It pushes EVERYTHING back, because it eats up that much of our time. Yes, it may come along with appropriate time frame for research and everything. But I have never once seen anyone commenting happily and joyfully about the fact that they have assignments to do. Normally the celebration comes right after it is over and done with. This, is normally celebrated with a deep, long dose of sleep. The most rewarding thing ever.
I have just finished 3 essays within one month. 1k for environmental biology, 1k for biology, and 2k for my geography unit. The referencing is a pain in the bum (much like this layout I am trying to get used to. dang it!). Can't imagine what year 2 and year 3 would be like if I am already taking this terribly. :/
Spring break, next week. I have to use that to catch up with all my lectures and studies. Also been lacking of sleep for a few nights now, and I haven't been having proper meals either. Dear body, I am sorry for all this torture. I shall blame myself for the bad management of time.
But seriously, can somebody please enlighten me about the purposes of assignments?!
DAMNIT.
For that first post with this, would definitely annoy me even more if the blogpost doesn't turn out like as I like it. JUST LIKE ASSIGNMENTS. You can never be too sure. NEVER. (I may be cursing on an off in this one, this thing has mentally drained me. FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEE)
Bloody hell.
What on Earth are assignments for? Do we actually learn from all this mental stress we have to go through, just to get it over and done with, perfectly? It feels like a threat from the education institution somehow. As though the syllabus wasn't difficult enough, they had to add our burden with assignments. Again, I question its function.
All I know is that assignments come in a few phases. It could drive you crazy, if you are not careful. Unless of course, you completely don't give a damn about it, it is a completely different case for you. But since you know it is 'weighted', you literally feel like there is no way out of this misery.
First, you are given the task. With no obvious clues attached, whatsoever. It literally does feel like you are being kidnapped and thrown into an unknown place, with only ONE SINGLE CLUE. Of course, you want to live, you try to figure it out, and work out HOW TO GET OUT OF IT ALIVE. If you are lucky, you have a very smart buddy who immediately grasps the idea of the assignment, and you could poke out a few clues out of him or her. In some super lucky cases, lecturers actually give you crap loads of clues (but of course, you have to be super duper lucky).
Then, you have to start researching on it. With the caution that, you should not use Wikipedia in anyway. Ironically, it is the only place we all turn to for a round-off idea of what we are supposed to do. For someone as DUMB as I am, Wikipedia is like my GOD. I mean, why would you want to go around the island when you could go through the island just to get to the other end, especially when you know NOTHING AT ALL. Somewhat taking the leap of faith, scavenging through the jungle and see if I could survive that or now. But of course, because we were told not to use wikipedia, we will eventually end up at the beach, taking the safer route to where we are supposed to go. Also, you have 50-50 percent chances in actually nailing it, or getting totally off course. :/
Third, execution. Literally. The most dreading part of it all. You have to start carrying out your plans and everything that you have researched for. As you go through this, you will start doubting what you initially found. Like I said, DUMB people like me will have the most difficult time in this. As I write my essay, I start to find that my research was not significant enough, and I ended up detouring, going back to the research phase. Most of the time, I start slacking. Simply because it takes forever to search for the things you need (or at least you think so).
Lastly, be the grammar nazi. On your own work. Not to forget to be all Kim Jong-Il with your work too. You have to make go through whatever you have done, wondering if the 'marker' would like it or not. Even if you convince yourself that you are doing it right, when you get your marks returned, you will most likely have your head blown off.
Not to forget the nonsense emotions these thing brings along. You have to constantly think of the due date. Being an AVERAGE student, I would normally slack it off for the first 60% of the time from it is give til the dateline. The last 40% of the time would be spent trying to get it done on time, and also properly. I would have to agree if you say that it is dumb to do so, but who wouldn't do it when you know it is going to eat up most of your time?
Assignments have never been easy to deal with. It always felt like an extra burden. :/ It pushes EVERYTHING back, because it eats up that much of our time. Yes, it may come along with appropriate time frame for research and everything. But I have never once seen anyone commenting happily and joyfully about the fact that they have assignments to do. Normally the celebration comes right after it is over and done with. This, is normally celebrated with a deep, long dose of sleep. The most rewarding thing ever.
I have just finished 3 essays within one month. 1k for environmental biology, 1k for biology, and 2k for my geography unit. The referencing is a pain in the bum (much like this layout I am trying to get used to. dang it!). Can't imagine what year 2 and year 3 would be like if I am already taking this terribly. :/
Spring break, next week. I have to use that to catch up with all my lectures and studies. Also been lacking of sleep for a few nights now, and I haven't been having proper meals either. Dear body, I am sorry for all this torture. I shall blame myself for the bad management of time.
But seriously, can somebody please enlighten me about the purposes of assignments?!
DAMNIT.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Never underestimate the first assumption of things. If one looks deep enough, there is more than that one reason hidden beneath that one assumption you make.
Which chokes me up, literally eating me inside out. ALL THE TIME.
I wonder why is it that I could never learn not to have that first assumption, rather than to listen to whatever information I am given, before deciding the final verdict. Then again, with a hidden LEGEND behind every little thing, how is it possible not to make the first assumption?
The first assumption is that hurdle, where we stop and make a decision if we would want to learn more about that legend behind that icing of it.
For example, Cheerleading.
What would your first assumption be?
+ girls dancing around with short skirts
+ pom poms
But if you asked a cheerleader, by the utter of the word Cheerleading, it rings us a whole different picture than those who knows little about this sport.
+ tossing people
+ extreme tumblings
By the looks of it, it already seems like a whole different thing altogether. Maybe a little more appreciation of what it truly is.
But we can never run away from that first impression thing we have, do we?
It is like looking at a piece of cake, it looks nice, and we wanna buy it, and have a taste of how it really tastes like. If it's good, we go back for more, if it isn't, we just stop buying it. It could probably save many lives too. Who knows if this legend behind it could actually bring harm to whoever who is about to know about it. Who knows...
Anyhoo, I got myself into playing Frisbee. All I thought was : a simple play at the beach, throwing discs at each other. I WAS SO WRONG. It is one whole competitive sport altogether. The fact that I took it lightly, the fact that it is actually a real sport, scares me. Maybe it is my mistake for taking EVERYTHING lightly, and it feels like I can't do anything at all. Still, it does actually involves a whole lot of running and strategies. It reminds me a lot like netball, just that the accuracy, is highly dependent on how one throws the frisbee.
They call it Ultimate Frisbee.
It is ultimate, really. I remember a friend told me about it being a sport, but I never took it seriously. A friend of mine almost dragged me into a frisbee club in Sunway University, again, I took it lightly. Now, my friend asked me to join. I figured I haven't been exercising and doing much socialising, I figured, 'frisbee shouldn't be that bad, for a person who hasn't played at all'.
WRONG.
Dangit, they were all playing like pros, it scared the crap out of me. I did not only join to play as a joy, I actually joined to compete. Still wondering if it's a big mistake I made there, cause I definitely feel like a dead weight if I were to play with/for them.
To look at the positive side, I finally understood the game of Frisbee. Would have to say, I respect them who plays Frisbee professionally now. Throwing the disk with pressure and people blocking you, is not easy. Not to forget the amount of running you need to do throughout the whole game. Much like futsal, except, everyone in the team actually has to run all over the field. I wouldn't want to know how big the field is, otherwise I would make a huge fuss about it. For a person who hasn't excersised for like ever, running around for about 2 to 3 hours is pretty impressive (at least for myself, the one person who has extremely low stamina...)
I FINALLY PHYSICALLY EXERCISED!!!
aside from dancing in my room, that is.
I actually miss running.
Which chokes me up, literally eating me inside out. ALL THE TIME.
I wonder why is it that I could never learn not to have that first assumption, rather than to listen to whatever information I am given, before deciding the final verdict. Then again, with a hidden LEGEND behind every little thing, how is it possible not to make the first assumption?
The first assumption is that hurdle, where we stop and make a decision if we would want to learn more about that legend behind that icing of it.
For example, Cheerleading.
What would your first assumption be?
+ girls dancing around with short skirts
+ pom poms
But if you asked a cheerleader, by the utter of the word Cheerleading, it rings us a whole different picture than those who knows little about this sport.
+ tossing people
+ extreme tumblings
By the looks of it, it already seems like a whole different thing altogether. Maybe a little more appreciation of what it truly is.
But we can never run away from that first impression thing we have, do we?
It is like looking at a piece of cake, it looks nice, and we wanna buy it, and have a taste of how it really tastes like. If it's good, we go back for more, if it isn't, we just stop buying it. It could probably save many lives too. Who knows if this legend behind it could actually bring harm to whoever who is about to know about it. Who knows...
Anyhoo, I got myself into playing Frisbee. All I thought was : a simple play at the beach, throwing discs at each other. I WAS SO WRONG. It is one whole competitive sport altogether. The fact that I took it lightly, the fact that it is actually a real sport, scares me. Maybe it is my mistake for taking EVERYTHING lightly, and it feels like I can't do anything at all. Still, it does actually involves a whole lot of running and strategies. It reminds me a lot like netball, just that the accuracy, is highly dependent on how one throws the frisbee.
They call it Ultimate Frisbee.
It is ultimate, really. I remember a friend told me about it being a sport, but I never took it seriously. A friend of mine almost dragged me into a frisbee club in Sunway University, again, I took it lightly. Now, my friend asked me to join. I figured I haven't been exercising and doing much socialising, I figured, 'frisbee shouldn't be that bad, for a person who hasn't played at all'.
WRONG.
Dangit, they were all playing like pros, it scared the crap out of me. I did not only join to play as a joy, I actually joined to compete. Still wondering if it's a big mistake I made there, cause I definitely feel like a dead weight if I were to play with/for them.
To look at the positive side, I finally understood the game of Frisbee. Would have to say, I respect them who plays Frisbee professionally now. Throwing the disk with pressure and people blocking you, is not easy. Not to forget the amount of running you need to do throughout the whole game. Much like futsal, except, everyone in the team actually has to run all over the field. I wouldn't want to know how big the field is, otherwise I would make a huge fuss about it. For a person who hasn't excersised for like ever, running around for about 2 to 3 hours is pretty impressive (at least for myself, the one person who has extremely low stamina...)
I FINALLY PHYSICALLY EXERCISED!!!
aside from dancing in my room, that is.
I actually miss running.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Nineteen years ago on this date, marks the birth of a friend. A friend who I would consider as a friend who I sincerely feel thankful for having in my life. A friend who has been the injection of sanity into my system. A friend who isn't afraid of what the public thinks of. A friend who used to own JIMMEYH.
How is that dear kancil of yours, eyh?
I would have never imagined how I could have survived AusMat if you had not existed. 2011, was the year that we met, the year that I finally had my go at FPS games on my own. How will I ever forget that? You even sneakily recorded me while I was gaming. Good thing I wasn't screaming unnecessarily, then. Those dogs, I tell you. HOW COULD PEOPLE BUILD GAMES TO KILL DOGS THAT ATTACKS HUMANS?! damnit.
We had several classes together, at least for the first week of AusMat. The moment I saw you in my 2nd class, I knew I had to be friends with you. CAUSE YOU WERE THE FOREIGNER, and I felt like I should be friends with you. HAHAHAHHAHAHAH. Good choice made there, right? heheheh Then of course, you forgotten me. Good thing we still had one class together after you disappeared for your English and ditched ELD.
Chemistry was the best, right? You have got to agree with me that it was the BEST class you had amongst the other 4 subjects you had. :P With Yee Ping, Nicole and yours sincerely making ridiculous noises and lame jokes constantly. Also that high pitched thing we always do; MISSSSSS MUNNNNNAAAAAAAAA~ Oh how I wish Sam was as noisy as us, it would have been so much more fun. Keefe joined our little gang once in a while, especially during Chem lab. All those silly chemical reactions that we made up by ourselves. Pretty sure we had some fire at some point. Good thing there wasn't any explosions. OTHER WISE WE'D BE SO SCREWED!
What else?
Thanks to both you and Jieyang, I actually got myself blogging again. You have never failed to be that sole pillar that supports me in the things I do. Even with all those massive beatings and tortures a non-living pillar could actually get, you still stood tall.
HEY! REMEMBER THAT Codex Seraphinianus thingy? I still have no idea why it got me laughing like a mad woman, then. Good memories though. It got people worried about me too. HAHAHAHAHA. IT WAS A GOOD LAUGH, I TELL YOU!!!!!
I can't thank you enough for being a part of my life! You are still that pillar standing tall, you make me so guilty for that!
There are so much more I could blab about you. One blogpost would definitely NEVER SUFFICE.
Take good care of yourself over there in Holland, my dear friend.
If you meet my doppleganger... I shall think about this part later if it really does happen. :P
Then again, thank you. THANK YOUUUUUU! THANKKKKKKKK YOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU! for being alive still.
and also for everything.
I wish I could celebrate your birthday for you, but YOU GOT UNLUCKY FOR BEING THERE IN HOLLAND. NGEHEHEHEHEHEH :P
Happy Birthday, Sadoon! <3
How is that dear kancil of yours, eyh?
I would have never imagined how I could have survived AusMat if you had not existed. 2011, was the year that we met, the year that I finally had my go at FPS games on my own. How will I ever forget that? You even sneakily recorded me while I was gaming. Good thing I wasn't screaming unnecessarily, then. Those dogs, I tell you. HOW COULD PEOPLE BUILD GAMES TO KILL DOGS THAT ATTACKS HUMANS?! damnit.
We had several classes together, at least for the first week of AusMat. The moment I saw you in my 2nd class, I knew I had to be friends with you. CAUSE YOU WERE THE FOREIGNER, and I felt like I should be friends with you. HAHAHAHHAHAHAH. Good choice made there, right? heheheh Then of course, you forgotten me. Good thing we still had one class together after you disappeared for your English and ditched ELD.
Chemistry was the best, right? You have got to agree with me that it was the BEST class you had amongst the other 4 subjects you had. :P With Yee Ping, Nicole and yours sincerely making ridiculous noises and lame jokes constantly. Also that high pitched thing we always do; MISSSSSS MUNNNNNAAAAAAAAA~ Oh how I wish Sam was as noisy as us, it would have been so much more fun. Keefe joined our little gang once in a while, especially during Chem lab. All those silly chemical reactions that we made up by ourselves. Pretty sure we had some fire at some point. Good thing there wasn't any explosions. OTHER WISE WE'D BE SO SCREWED!
What else?
Thanks to both you and Jieyang, I actually got myself blogging again. You have never failed to be that sole pillar that supports me in the things I do. Even with all those massive beatings and tortures a non-living pillar could actually get, you still stood tall.
HEY! REMEMBER THAT Codex Seraphinianus thingy? I still have no idea why it got me laughing like a mad woman, then. Good memories though. It got people worried about me too. HAHAHAHAHA. IT WAS A GOOD LAUGH, I TELL YOU!!!!!
I can't thank you enough for being a part of my life! You are still that pillar standing tall, you make me so guilty for that!
There are so much more I could blab about you. One blogpost would definitely NEVER SUFFICE.
Take good care of yourself over there in Holland, my dear friend.
If you meet my doppleganger... I shall think about this part later if it really does happen. :P
Then again, thank you. THANK YOUUUUUU! THANKKKKKKKK YOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU! for being alive still.
and also for everything.
I wish I could celebrate your birthday for you, but YOU GOT UNLUCKY FOR BEING THERE IN HOLLAND. NGEHEHEHEHEHEH :P
Happy Birthday, Sadoon! <3
Thursday, September 6, 2012
That bias issue within the family, is unavoidable. It is mostly noted when amongst friends, as we have friends who are constantly jealous of one another, for having things that we want to have but the others have it. The victims? Normally the 'youngest child' or the 'only child' label.
Why do we all have to be jealous? It seems to be a normal human instinct within everyone. Consciously, or subconsciously, or not noticeable at all, it will be there regardless. Which sucks alot, really.
Let me question you, in all honesty, what was it when you felt that one of your peers has a car to drive, while you don't. Will you be thinking, 'if only I am that rich, I could get a car for my own to drive' and then go on -blaming- your parents for having such a big family, for not being able to afford so many cars. Or as the eldest, you would be wondering, why does the youngest one always gets pampered while you have to do all the hard work (even then, you don't get rewarded like the youngest one does).
That jealousy is never ending. There is bound to be SOMETHING for you to be jealous about, and to rant about.
As the only child to my dear mother, I get that alot. Whenever I get something expensive, or when I splurge a little more than what others would, I am always afraid that my friends will go, "yeah, you are the only child, you mother only needs to spend on you, and that is about it. I need to think about my other siblings and my parents are not as wealthy as you are".
It makes me feel like I can't spend my money properly. It makes me feel like I am spending TOO MUCH MONEY. That will also make me sit down, infront of the computer for an hour or so, looking through my bank details, thinking where my money had went. Maybe I don't know the value of money, cause my mother 'spends money on me lavishly' that apparently makes people around me jealous for the things I have.
But what bugs me the most, is the fact that people are placing labels on you, just because of where you stand in the family.
ASIANS. Or rather, malaysians, tend to have this habit. Where the youngest is the one who is getting the upper hand to almost everything, and the only child being ultimately spoiled. Then again, there are other sorts of bias as well; the only girl in the family, or the only boy in the family.
What am I trying to say? I don't know. But it bothers me.
The issue came up when my mother asked if I needed a car to use. I in response, said it wasn't necessary for I know public transportation was suffiecient enough for me. Public transport also inhibits my movements too much. If it inhibits me moving around so much, I could actually save more money, giving the excuse that I need to depend on public transport to move about. Then to think again, with a car, I have the conveniece to go places, without hassle and worry of public transportation. I have driven for a year back in Malaysia, I knew that a car require a lot of maintanence. Not forgetting the petrol price as well (aussie's petrol is like some stock exchange thingy, hurh).
See, I have weighed my options, and it seems like me sticking to public transport is winning. In contrast to that, public transport isn't that cheap either. One to and fro journey to the city during the weekdays would cost me 7 dollars. One day journey within zone 2 would cost me 3dollars. Either way, I would still need to travel within zone 2. THEN AGAIN, it would still be cheaper than the car... right? Also not forgetting the hours it takes with long distance journeys with public transportation. And the safety too..
I don't know.
"How much did you get this car for?"
"About 18k. Are you getting one?"
"Am thinking about it."
"Are you the youngest in your family?"
"No? I am the only child."
"Ahh. Saw that coming."
But what I know is that it is extremely frustrating when somebody decides to judge you immediately after knowing that I may have a huge sum of money that my mother is willing to spend on me. ESPECIALLY when I have to go through all those brain juice draining thoughts.
Evil humans.
Can't you just be happy with your own life and stop judging for a moment?
NOPE.
Neither can I.
Why do we all have to be jealous? It seems to be a normal human instinct within everyone. Consciously, or subconsciously, or not noticeable at all, it will be there regardless. Which sucks alot, really.
Let me question you, in all honesty, what was it when you felt that one of your peers has a car to drive, while you don't. Will you be thinking, 'if only I am that rich, I could get a car for my own to drive' and then go on -blaming- your parents for having such a big family, for not being able to afford so many cars. Or as the eldest, you would be wondering, why does the youngest one always gets pampered while you have to do all the hard work (even then, you don't get rewarded like the youngest one does).
That jealousy is never ending. There is bound to be SOMETHING for you to be jealous about, and to rant about.
As the only child to my dear mother, I get that alot. Whenever I get something expensive, or when I splurge a little more than what others would, I am always afraid that my friends will go, "yeah, you are the only child, you mother only needs to spend on you, and that is about it. I need to think about my other siblings and my parents are not as wealthy as you are".
It makes me feel like I can't spend my money properly. It makes me feel like I am spending TOO MUCH MONEY. That will also make me sit down, infront of the computer for an hour or so, looking through my bank details, thinking where my money had went. Maybe I don't know the value of money, cause my mother 'spends money on me lavishly' that apparently makes people around me jealous for the things I have.
But what bugs me the most, is the fact that people are placing labels on you, just because of where you stand in the family.
ASIANS. Or rather, malaysians, tend to have this habit. Where the youngest is the one who is getting the upper hand to almost everything, and the only child being ultimately spoiled. Then again, there are other sorts of bias as well; the only girl in the family, or the only boy in the family.
What am I trying to say? I don't know. But it bothers me.
The issue came up when my mother asked if I needed a car to use. I in response, said it wasn't necessary for I know public transportation was suffiecient enough for me. Public transport also inhibits my movements too much. If it inhibits me moving around so much, I could actually save more money, giving the excuse that I need to depend on public transport to move about. Then to think again, with a car, I have the conveniece to go places, without hassle and worry of public transportation. I have driven for a year back in Malaysia, I knew that a car require a lot of maintanence. Not forgetting the petrol price as well (aussie's petrol is like some stock exchange thingy, hurh).
See, I have weighed my options, and it seems like me sticking to public transport is winning. In contrast to that, public transport isn't that cheap either. One to and fro journey to the city during the weekdays would cost me 7 dollars. One day journey within zone 2 would cost me 3dollars. Either way, I would still need to travel within zone 2. THEN AGAIN, it would still be cheaper than the car... right? Also not forgetting the hours it takes with long distance journeys with public transportation. And the safety too..
I don't know.
"How much did you get this car for?"
"About 18k. Are you getting one?"
"Am thinking about it."
"Are you the youngest in your family?"
"No? I am the only child."
"Ahh. Saw that coming."
But what I know is that it is extremely frustrating when somebody decides to judge you immediately after knowing that I may have a huge sum of money that my mother is willing to spend on me. ESPECIALLY when I have to go through all those brain juice draining thoughts.
Evil humans.
Can't you just be happy with your own life and stop judging for a moment?
NOPE.
Neither can I.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
My views have been dropping, probably because I have been posting less posts these days. Hrmmm...
I went for my first ever gaming convention! The noobness in me overflows to an epic scale. All that I knew was, that I knew the game existed, but I never really dared playing those games.
As a kid, I always stood behind my brother, watching him play games like Need For Speed, World of Warcraft? Starcraft? COUNTER STRIKE! I can't really remember what are those that he played, but I only remember watching him play, and I could just stand there for hours watching, until he finally shoos me away. hehe. I never dared playing because I knew if I play something, I would actually ruin his saved file or some sort, and would get a scolding out of it. Trying to play the game on my own was terrifying, knowing that my bro could just yell me off anytime, or that I didn't know where I should navigate or do in the game. XD
My friend had a PS2 or PS1, if I am not mistaken. He also had some other hand held gaming console, aside from the computer which he used to play Pokemon on. His brother too, was a gamer. Everytime I would pop up at his place, I could see his brother, plonked up at a corner, in front of the computer with a headphone on his head, gaming away. I have always been a nood for playing games, but this was the only place where I could actually play a proper game. LOL
When I was 10, I finally got my own gaming console, a Nintendo advanced SP. All I played, was one of the Need For Speed series, and Harvest Moon. I also discovered that I liked playing Racing games as it doesn't really requires brains, or knowing where to navigate. Your only objective was to drive and beat the crap out of everyone else in the game. Also, you will never die. Simply the reason why I could never finish Super Mario. or any arcade games, really. I just got bored and couldn't bother continuing or trying again. Besides that, NFS got me learning about awesome cars. I seriously thought those cars were fictional, until my guy friends started pointing out those car names on the roads. The visuals on screen seriously looks nothing like the real thing, with the pixels and all. Well, that was YEARS AGO!
Then my brother bought me Sims to play on the desktop. OH SO MUCH LOVE! He bought me the pirated ones though, but he did buy me a few extension packs along with it. :D The moment I got it functioning, I would sit there for hours upon hours, just managing my sims doing 'humane' things. It was also near impossible for me to demand a PlayStation from my mother, as I know I should be focusing on studies and I suck at gaming anyways. But I had always thought that it would be cool to have one.
It wasn't until last year that I got actively excited about the gaming world. My friend brought a laptop to uni, and somehow made me play Call of Duty. If I am not mistaken, it was Modern Warfare 1? That was my first time ever, playing FPS game on my own. Despite me watching my brother playing it all those time, I finally had my chance in trying it out. HAHAHAHAHA! Prior to that, I had people teaching me how to play Dota. I still couldn't understand how to play it on my own, so I couldn't bother nor dared playing it on my own. But FPS, had somehow became my favourite genre of games ever since.
My first experience on COD was pretty cool. I actually got to play the whole thing on my own too! Thank god for that awesome friend who actually carried that crap heavy load of a laptop to uni almost everyday. It came to a point where I would just ask him, 'DID YOU BRING YOUR LAPTOP?!'. It gave me a mild headache after playing for about 2hours. Then it got my attention on the improvements of graphics that I have missed throughout the years of studying. Somewhere about the end of last year, I found out that Team Fortress 2 was actually free to play. Where it was absolutely free to be downloaded and to be played.
Friends of AusMat even made the whole room in the library into a CS community. Whenever there was a group of people who are having their breaks, they would just gather, and play CS right there in the library against each other. I, got to join too! My first experience of gaming online with other people. Which got me hooked to TF2, almost immediately. Playing online was so much more interesting than playing on my own. Soon after the CS craze died out, I switched to TF2. I have been hooked ever since. :P They occasionally have game sessions at the CC near uni, playing CS, Dota? and Left 4 Dead. YEAPPP! LOVE!
Also cause I got my own laptop, I could easily play TF2 whenever I like. Besides the fact that TF2 has constant awesome updates (at least recently). The improvement that they have been doing for the past whole year had been massive, making me treasure TF2 as my only source of gaming, ever more.
Exposure to gaming has brought me to a point where I would follow youtubers who uploads commentary gameplays on youtube. A place where I get updates on whatever new games that could come up anytime soon, or if the game is epic enough that they would talk about it, eventhough it is a pretty big distance away. This year, we had Diablo3. Which instantly died out after some korean beat the game within 24 hours or something. :P Upcoming games, Assassin's Creed III, Borderlands 2 and COD: Black Ops 2. HAHAHAHAHAH! I now know my gaming things, so much more than I used to. :P
#somuchwin
As of my first gaming convention, I guess I had my expectations a little too high on this one, but I guess it was good enough as my first time (also epic noobness). I had my hands on Diablo3 like FINALLY!!! yesssssssssssssssssssssss! I feel satisfied now. :)
I also like going to the arcade whenever I could. Though I sometimes wished that this place wouldn't have to appear sort of DODGY, as though people would just do drugs there or something. It is completely healthy to game! WHY DO YOU NEED TO SMOKE THERE, and also make the lighting extremely dim. As a kid, I really thought it was a bad thing to go there. tsktsktsk. Also the games, WHY YOU SO EXPENSIVE?!
I wish I had a better computer, so that I could play better games.
Or get a PS3, or Xbox360. :/
I went for my first ever gaming convention! The noobness in me overflows to an epic scale. All that I knew was, that I knew the game existed, but I never really dared playing those games.
As a kid, I always stood behind my brother, watching him play games like Need For Speed, World of Warcraft? Starcraft? COUNTER STRIKE! I can't really remember what are those that he played, but I only remember watching him play, and I could just stand there for hours watching, until he finally shoos me away. hehe. I never dared playing because I knew if I play something, I would actually ruin his saved file or some sort, and would get a scolding out of it. Trying to play the game on my own was terrifying, knowing that my bro could just yell me off anytime, or that I didn't know where I should navigate or do in the game. XD
My friend had a PS2 or PS1, if I am not mistaken. He also had some other hand held gaming console, aside from the computer which he used to play Pokemon on. His brother too, was a gamer. Everytime I would pop up at his place, I could see his brother, plonked up at a corner, in front of the computer with a headphone on his head, gaming away. I have always been a nood for playing games, but this was the only place where I could actually play a proper game. LOL
When I was 10, I finally got my own gaming console, a Nintendo advanced SP. All I played, was one of the Need For Speed series, and Harvest Moon. I also discovered that I liked playing Racing games as it doesn't really requires brains, or knowing where to navigate. Your only objective was to drive and beat the crap out of everyone else in the game. Also, you will never die. Simply the reason why I could never finish Super Mario. or any arcade games, really. I just got bored and couldn't bother continuing or trying again. Besides that, NFS got me learning about awesome cars. I seriously thought those cars were fictional, until my guy friends started pointing out those car names on the roads. The visuals on screen seriously looks nothing like the real thing, with the pixels and all. Well, that was YEARS AGO!
Then my brother bought me Sims to play on the desktop. OH SO MUCH LOVE! He bought me the pirated ones though, but he did buy me a few extension packs along with it. :D The moment I got it functioning, I would sit there for hours upon hours, just managing my sims doing 'humane' things. It was also near impossible for me to demand a PlayStation from my mother, as I know I should be focusing on studies and I suck at gaming anyways. But I had always thought that it would be cool to have one.
It wasn't until last year that I got actively excited about the gaming world. My friend brought a laptop to uni, and somehow made me play Call of Duty. If I am not mistaken, it was Modern Warfare 1? That was my first time ever, playing FPS game on my own. Despite me watching my brother playing it all those time, I finally had my chance in trying it out. HAHAHAHAHA! Prior to that, I had people teaching me how to play Dota. I still couldn't understand how to play it on my own, so I couldn't bother nor dared playing it on my own. But FPS, had somehow became my favourite genre of games ever since.
My first experience on COD was pretty cool. I actually got to play the whole thing on my own too! Thank god for that awesome friend who actually carried that crap heavy load of a laptop to uni almost everyday. It came to a point where I would just ask him, 'DID YOU BRING YOUR LAPTOP?!'. It gave me a mild headache after playing for about 2hours. Then it got my attention on the improvements of graphics that I have missed throughout the years of studying. Somewhere about the end of last year, I found out that Team Fortress 2 was actually free to play. Where it was absolutely free to be downloaded and to be played.
Friends of AusMat even made the whole room in the library into a CS community. Whenever there was a group of people who are having their breaks, they would just gather, and play CS right there in the library against each other. I, got to join too! My first experience of gaming online with other people. Which got me hooked to TF2, almost immediately. Playing online was so much more interesting than playing on my own. Soon after the CS craze died out, I switched to TF2. I have been hooked ever since. :P They occasionally have game sessions at the CC near uni, playing CS, Dota? and Left 4 Dead. YEAPPP! LOVE!
Also cause I got my own laptop, I could easily play TF2 whenever I like. Besides the fact that TF2 has constant awesome updates (at least recently). The improvement that they have been doing for the past whole year had been massive, making me treasure TF2 as my only source of gaming, ever more.
Exposure to gaming has brought me to a point where I would follow youtubers who uploads commentary gameplays on youtube. A place where I get updates on whatever new games that could come up anytime soon, or if the game is epic enough that they would talk about it, eventhough it is a pretty big distance away. This year, we had Diablo3. Which instantly died out after some korean beat the game within 24 hours or something. :P Upcoming games, Assassin's Creed III, Borderlands 2 and COD: Black Ops 2. HAHAHAHAHAH! I now know my gaming things, so much more than I used to. :P
#somuchwin
As of my first gaming convention, I guess I had my expectations a little too high on this one, but I guess it was good enough as my first time (also epic noobness). I had my hands on Diablo3 like FINALLY!!! yesssssssssssssssssssssss! I feel satisfied now. :)
I also like going to the arcade whenever I could. Though I sometimes wished that this place wouldn't have to appear sort of DODGY, as though people would just do drugs there or something. It is completely healthy to game! WHY DO YOU NEED TO SMOKE THERE, and also make the lighting extremely dim. As a kid, I really thought it was a bad thing to go there. tsktsktsk. Also the games, WHY YOU SO EXPENSIVE?!
I wish I had a better computer, so that I could play better games.
Or get a PS3, or Xbox360. :/
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