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Summary:
Music's my life, traveling's my passion and fun is what I desire.

Character:
Carefree, mall-aholic, outgoing, open-minded, optimistic, good listener, joker and soliloquist.

Embraces:
Movies, CSI, Dr. Gil Grissom, Bones, Dr. Temperance Brennan, partying, music, skateboarding, badminton, cycling, slick gadgets and the Internet

Punches:
Backstabbers, assumptions, brats, snobs and harm dealers

Dreams:
Explore every inch of the world. Own a dream house. Writing a book. Fulfilling my wishes.

Motto:
Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday so live it without fear.

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

'Congratulations, you've been WoWed!'

'That's it! You're going down, green-skin! I'm gonna make you wish you'd never ran into me.'

Well, at least that's what I'd like to say when I'm flailing magical bolts at orcs and trolls -- or when they're running behind me with their gigantic cleavers swinging wildly in the air.

It's been almost 2 years since I've last stepped into the realm of Azeroth, or more widely known as World of Warcraft. It's been such a long time that I've lost touch with most of the stuff in there with the crazy rapid updating they've been doing. Heck, I'm not even sure if I should be happy to see a member of the opposing faction or cower and turn tail.

The reason why I quit previously was because I didn't know a single player out of the millions in there. I was a lone wolf prowling the world, slaughtering any enemy that falls in my way. As time went by, the aimless roaming of the lands grew tiring and as a result, I quit, leaving my character in there to age and accumulate dust. Didn't even bother to look back.

But, now, I have colleagues who are WoW players and huge ones at that. Most of the time, they'd be talking about the raids or quests that WoW has to offer and some of the epic adventures they went through. At first, I didn't really listen much but as it went on, the interest I had began to surge. I started checking back on what they've done to the game for the past 2 years and damn, I've really missed out on a lot. It equates to having been put into a state of suspended animation in reality and then only waking up 50 years in the future to find everything so different and distant. However, all that I did was just purely information gathering. I did not step back into the game...yet.

It was until my colleagues learnt that I used to play WoW and invited me to join them did I really set foot into the game once again. I dumped my previous character aside and started out afresh since almost everything has changed within the time lapse. One of my colleague also started a new character with me and for once, there was actually something to look forward to in WoW. I competed with my colleague to see who'd level faster and I had an aim to shoot for the top, where I can then join my other colleague in his raids and stuff or help out some newcomers. Besides that, there was also social interaction, rather than just running about and questing in silence. I mean, you might as well become a bot.

Ok, so I started leveling all over again, spending hours each day grinding through the levels and as much as I hate to admit it, getting killed countless times in the process. Well, whaddya' know? I'm a priest. Priests are weak. They can't take hits like a warrior in plate does. A small prick from a dagger would send you screaming for help, whereas a warrior could stand stabs from it without faltering. But well, that was just for the starting phase of my character. Right now, I think I can handle 2 to 3 mobs at a time. Then again, against an enemy player, I might as well turn tail and run cause I'm not geared for player versus player. I have much too low health to survive continuous attacks from them. Right now, I'm 3/4 up the ladder and hoping to reach the top by the end of next week. Hah, brace yourselves, greenskins! I'm gonna come get y'all!! For the alliance!!

Great, and here comes the part where I tell myself, 'Congratulations, you've been WoWed -- again!'

Wow, never thought I'd be hearing that again...


Last Updated @ 8:05 AM

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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Umbrella party

The first impression anyone would get from these two words is partying with umbrellas. Well, I'm gonna say guess again. Or guess yet again if need be.

The day before yesterday, some foreign VIPs were stopping by our base and an umbrella party was required. Meaning, we needed a group of people whose job is to hold umbrellas for VIPs in the presence of a stormy weather. Ok...sounds funny. Scratch that, it is funny. Enlighten me on this but I can't figure out why we have to be the one holding the umbrella. It's illogical and impractical. Just because they're some big-assed VIPs, we're supposed to get ourselves wet to keep them dry? Seriously, I don't see no sense in that. How taxing can holding an umbrella be? Don't VIPs have limbs? Rather, do we have to do everything for them? Say, like feeding them , speaking for them or even, visit the toilet for them? No, no and no. They can do those perfectly fine. Now the only question that remains, what's so not to like about holding an umbrella? Besides, it's easier to shelter oneself, as compared to someone else, with an umbrella. For all you might know, the VIP might have longer legs than you and as a result, will be striding so far ahead that being pelted by the rain is unavoidable. So, what would make more sense? Holding an umbrella yourself or having someone hold it for you? I'll gladly pick the former option.

Anyway, I was one of the volunteers cause I figured, what's sacrificing a few hours of your weekend in exchange for a day off of work? The umbrella party was forecasted to last from 1400hrs to 1800hrs and assured us that they'd have a transport ready for us. You see, the only problem with our base is that to get from the entrance to our office, it's a 15 minutes walk. Frankly speaking, no one would want to walk that distance, even more so under the relentless scorching sun. So, they promised us that there'd be a minibus to ferry us in but after much waiting, we were still stranded at the entrance, awaiting the messianic arrival of the minibus. Finally, a call was made to the 'Auntiesaurus' and I quote from her idiotic reply, 'Oh, you must've missed the bus. Maybe you guys can walk in and if you see any cars coming in, flag them down and ask for a ride.' Good idea, why didn't we think of that? Umm...hello...it's a Sunday! There's like zero cars going in cause those involved in the event are already at the office. Anyway, it was a blessing that one of us drove on that day, although he came a bit later while we were halfway through walking. Then, at the office, I was dumbfounded by the stupid instructions they gave. 'Make yourself scarce unless it's raining.' Actually, I had the urge to reply, 'Gladly and with honor. In case you didn't notice, the temperature out there is approximately 32 degree celsius with the sun blazing wildly over you. Figuratively speaking, enjoy baking yourselves.' Hence, we spent the entire four hours hiding out in the office, chatting the time away. Not that I wanna complain but I think we caught ourselves a huge bargain!

To sum it all up, I like how 'umbrella party' sounds but hate what it actually meant. VIPs are not 'very important people', they're more of 'Verified: Intellectually Paralyzed'.


Last Updated @ 7:32 AM

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