DOTA and MTG used to fix me up pretty good, after a day of work, but it’s been a loooong time since I’ve had a sniff at them.
It’s not like I’ve quitted DOTA or MTG entirely (in fact I view with a queer eye at anyone who proclaims to ‘quit’ these social games, as if the gesture merits itself as a laudable life event), but ever since Bangau and Han’s self-imposed relocation, I’ve yet to indulge in one game, and I say it with pride simply because there’s not been a stretch of days that I can recall of not playing the game, ever since Bangau and Han got back (here).
Or maybe I’m just busy with Zynga Poker on facebook.
Nevertheless I do still have plenty of interests and desire to DOTA/TG, but this time I know that it’s not going to be the same anymore.
When us 3 were around, every game was an adventure, or should I categorise it as a misadventure? Lol.
Add the occasional visits of Max1983, Sid & Heider, and other unexpected arrivals, things do get pretty over the top, but never out of control of course..
Do I miss them? Haha. Damn right I do. Missing every bit of the nonsense that only the 3 of us are capable of conjuring.
So where do i get my fix these days?
Strangely, it’s being overtaken by work, and coincidentally, workload picked up just as the duo shifted away.
It’s just getting chaotic at work, and this despite the frequent complaints of how the new year has been greatly affected by the ripples of the world’s economic crisis.
Thankfully, Dils is around the vicinity to pull my sanity back down to earth, and this since.. half her age ago!
She’s turning 26 this Saturday, so that’d make it 13 years of wonderful friendship — You’re getting old liao!
All grown up now, and she’s never been chattier than ever!
Met her up on Wednesday night, talked till way past her usual bedtime, but only because I didn’t knew it flew by, just like that.
So what present do you get for a 26year old perky gal, who’s already pampered herself with a Toscano handbag?
In any case, wishing you well for your dreams, up in the air.
The days are beginning to blur and it’s like I don’t know who I am anymore.
Like out there is the real world, and in here, in this moment, in this room is the dream.
All I wanted was to find something that’s worth fighting for.
I can do this.
I was born to do this.
I guess I better go now, I don’t want to be late.
It’s my birthday after all.
Mawe Tsmutkan’ya.
Everything is backwards now.
The days are beginning to blur and it’s like I don’t know who I am anymore.
Like out there is the real world, and in here, in this moment, in this room is the dream.
All I wanted was to find something that’s worth fighting for.
I can do this.
I was born to do this.
I guess I better go now, I don’t want to be late.
It’s my birthday after all.
Mawe Tsmutkan’ya.
It’s interesting how a movie could move anyone at all, not just on the surface, but as a person and as a character. Avatar came out and hit me like a lump of unobtanium, lifting me to heights I’ve never experienced before, in anticipation of my birthday month, that was last January. It’s February and every viewing of the movie is just as captivating as the first. Friends and family don’t get it, like how we don’t get why girls go head over heels with prancing flower boys, like how they don’t get it why football fans hate rival fans so much, and like why men advancing towards their 40s prefer to spend time playing golf. Avatar’s message to me is simple, to find something to fight for. It’s a symbol of living our life, away from routine, away from comfort zones and away from oppressions and such.
Do you have something worth fighting for? If yes, then good for you. I’m still searching for one. I lost mine, 8 years ago, on my birthday. Where most celebrate on reaching 21, circumstances presented a funeral procession. God loved her more, and I had to learn to let go. It hurts when she left, but the agony I faced is mere fractions of her daily visits on the thresholds of pain. What is more painful than seeing the one you’ve ever loved writhing? Anyway, just like that, 8 years have gone, and indeed everything is a blur.
There’s a strange welcoming calmness today, even though I’m made to twist and turn in bed, irregular bowel movements in the wee hours of the morning, and vomitted just hours ago. There really isn’t any point in living life on routine, it’s an adventure that’s waiting to be discovered, though I’m filled with great sadness that I’m bound, much like a paraplegic, to this routine I’m in. I call it, work. In reality, there may be no ‘Avatars’ to escape with or flying Great Banshees to ride, but before my energy is used up, I know that there’s a whole lot more that needs to be done.
No more procrastination, and I’m not going to bother about reading these back and editing my words. It’s all get go for now. So first, to start paying the bills. =)
He puts his face close to hers. She rubs her cheek against
his. He kisses her on the mouth. They explore each other.
Then she pulls back, eyes sparkling.
NEYTIRI
Kissing is very good. But we have
something better.
She pulls him down until they are kneeling, facing each other
on the faintly glowing moss.
Neytiri takes the end of her queue and raises it. Jake does
the same, with trembling anticipation. The tendrils at the
ends move with a life of their own, straining to be joined.
MACRO SHOT — The tendrils INTERTWINE with gentle
undulations.
JAKE rocks with the direct contact between his nervous system
and hers. The ultimate intimacy.
They come together into a kiss and sink down on the bed of
moss, and ripples of light spread out around them.
THE WILLOWS sway, without wind, and the night is alive with
pulsing energy as we DISSOLVE TO —
LATER. She is collapsed across his chest. Spent. He
strokes her face tenderly.
JAKE
Neytiri, you know my real body is far
away, sleeping.
She raises up, placing her fingertips to his chest —
NEYTIRI
This body is real.
(she touches his forehead)
This spirit is real.
Her eyes are luminous, honest, infinitely deep.
He puts his face close to hers. She rubs her cheek against his. He kisses her on the mouth. They explore each other.
Then she pulls back, eyes sparkling.
NEYTIRI Kissing is very good. But we have something better.
She pulls him down until they are kneeling, facing each other on the faintly glowing moss.
Neytiri takes the end of her queue and raises it. Jake does the same, with trembling anticipation. The tendrils at the ends move with a life of their own, straining to be joined.
MACRO SHOT — The tendrils INTERTWINE with gentle undulations.
JAKE rocks with the direct contact between his nervous system and hers. The ultimate intimacy.
They come together into a kiss and sink down on the bed of moss, and ripples of light spread out around them.
THE WILLOWS sway, without wind, and the night is alive with pulsing energy as we DISSOLVE TO —
LATER. She is collapsed across his chest. Spent. He strokes her face tenderly.
JAKE Neytiri, you know my real body is far away, sleeping.
She raises up, placing her fingertips to his chest —
NEYTIRI This body is real.
(she touches his forehead)
This spirit is real.
Her eyes are luminous, honest, infinitely deep.
———- Page90. Off the script of Jame’s Cameron’s Avatar. (Unseen/Removed scene from local theatres).———-
Wow. Just mere words yet I sense the abysmal sorrow, re-reading the script, as Jake mentions the location of his real body, not his Avatar body.
I’m enlightened and warmed by the embracing spirit of an Alien race, that early on so despises the humans, with natural instinct to kill on sight. Strangely its humane.
Granted, experiencing the movie itself was a mesmerising and unprecedented experience, but reading the script has given me much more insight into the character’s developments and the story overall.
It’s unfortunate that some scenes were removed from the theatres, but the script bares all.
It’s an uber excellent read, and especially so if you’re a fan of sci-mance (sci-fi + romance).
With trembling anticipation, I ended the passage of text.
I hear people saying the story is unoriginal, well I’d say that its a classic love story very well told.
It’s my Sis’ birthday and Dad and Ma organised a chalet for her.
Nothing beats celebrating a joyous occasion, like a 21st birthday, than having a BBQ with friends and family.
So how do you hold a BBQ?
Step 1: Pick a venue.
Done, PA Chalet at Pasir Ris.
Cheap apartments, plenty of parking, but for someone who resides in the western end of the country (on bike), a half hour journey to the eastern end is pretty daunting.
Imagine having to come and go for 4 days and 3 nights straight, and transport costs (especially if you take taxi) is huge.
Step 2: Pick a pit.
Pick a pit within a nearby Pavilion, where possible, in case it rains or there’s plenty of guests around.
The roof and seats will be greatly welcomed.
Usually it’s first come first serve, but if you pick a chalet like PA Chalet at Pasir Ris, there’s a huge chance that you’ll have the Pavilion all to yourselves.
Step 3: Ensure the fire is hot.
Have you played that wooden block game, Jengga?
Setting up a BBQ fire is like playing a game of Jengga, except that it’s hollow in the middle, where you throw the firestarter in to kickstart the whole thing.
You don’t have to chant ‘Jengga… Jengga’, but no one can stop you from doing it though.
So once you’ve thrown the firestarter (lighted) in, pile more charcoal until it becomes a seductive stack that’s beckoning for a gigantic flame.
Step 4: Setup The Pit.
Spread out the charcoal once the stack is engulfed in a fiery concert of flames.
Place the wire mesh or grill over it, and waste no time in preparing your feast.
And remember, thaw your food early, and not just before starting the fires, otherwise it’ll look like this:
Yep, great fire, deliciously looking bunch of satay, chicken wings and hotdogs, but unfortunately they weren’t thawed early enough for the BBQ.
Frozen satay is not nice to eat for a BBQ.
It’s quite hard to bite.
But when you gotta eat, you gotta eat.
At least now I know the next time I have a BBQ, I’ll thaw my food much earlier.
How coincidence is that of 1% of the population that’s in this so-called group of thinkers, the Masterminds, that Dils and I are in the same boat.
Well I took a Jung Typology test, only because Dils insisted me to, and it turns out that I’m an ‘Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging’ person, and if you’re just as confused as I am, here’s some enlightenment.
Much like how the fortune teller seeked to entertain my afternoon, taking the test served to be much more entertaining, although not of the action-packed kind, if not the same.
Reading through it’s narrative comments of the ‘suggested’ characteristics of mine, it somehow widened the tunnel vision of my recent disenchantments, and perhaps allowing me to understand a little better now as to why I’m constantly unsettled with possessing that sense of comfort and the thought of being average.
And then the tests lists a few career choice for Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging’ persons, and it happens to be some of the stuffs that I would certainly enjoy making a career out of, such as a computer programmer, among others.
Very geeky, I know, but it just feels good to know that I’m a geek that’s among the 1% of the populaton.
But I know very well that all these are a little bit of fun stuffs, other than analytical profiling, that really means nothing if one doesn’t work hard and grabs the opportunities that knock on their door.
Oh well, so I quote Morpheus’ words to Neo, in the Matrix — ‘Now that the door is shown, it is up to you to walk through it.’ (I think that’s what he said right? Right?)
Anyway, go take the test, and find out what person you are.
Is it just me or is has the well of criticism gone dry?
Only 1 or 2 weeks back, immediately after the draw against Stoke City, we were under attack from all angles, from all corners of the web.
It seemed inevitable that Rafa Benitez was heading towards Juventus, for a new lease of life and for, arguably, a decent amount of respect too.
But Benitez never walks away from a battle, he never backs out, and as his usual calm, assertive and witty self, speculations of his future are brushed off and forgotten.
He’s just signed a 5 year contract, overhauled his backroom staff, realigned the youth academy, and in stout belief of his players, so why would he…. [Read more @ A Red Thing].
You’ve seen Avatar in Real3D (and shame if you haven’t), and did you enjoyed it as much as I did?
Well apart from getting dizzy from the ‘man-made’ 3 dimensional visual perceptions, I think it’s a great entertainment tool for the future.
It won’t be cheap, and I certainly won’t be able to afford it, but just the thought of revisiting Pandora nightly before you sleep, it’s simply out of this world.
Um, pun intended.
Anyway for a football fanatic, like I am, it doesn’t get any bigger, ahem, than watching your English Premiereship stars in Real3D, as reported here by Marketsaw.
It will be as if you’re right there running and jumping beside them.
So what if there aren’t any flying banshees or lean and tall blue humanoids on the screen, but instead 22 (23, if you count the referee) sweaty, athletic men chasing a single white ball around a grass pitch.
It will still be awesome-tastic!
But too bad I won’t be catching my idol, Steven Gerrard, or Torres in Real3D anytime soon.
English Premiereship in Real3D not yet available here. T.T
No thanks to a hectic week of exhibitions and the usual changes of adverts, I’d like to visit Hell for a little bit of R&R now.
And have I shared my BBQ pics yet? Of course not.
But I’m sharing these gems:
As if punching the keys on a 17inch Macbook Pro isn’t enough, I’d like that 32inch monster please.
Actually, for about a little bit more than an iPhone, you’re getting more than twice the processing power, about quadruple the screen estate, and an endless barrage of jealous onlookers, because they cannot swipe their netbooks and laptop while browsing websites/photos, while you can.
Okay, so the iPad can’t make calls or take photos, but it’s essentially an iPod touch on steriods.
And it’s thinner and lighter than your netbook.
It lasts longer than your netbook.
It loads and shutsdown faster than your netbook.
And best of all, to all those complaining it can’t run conventional OS and apps, it doesn’t have viruses and malware like your netbooks.
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