Sims 3

Recently I got my hands on a game called The Sims 3. I’ve played the Sims 1 and 2 before and I know how the game plays out. For those who don’t know what this game is about, it is practically about living simulated lives in game. The game allows you to create avatars/characters and personalize them down with great detail. The player has control over what they do during their “life”, from simple acts of brushing teeth to building up a career or even starting a family and even buying furniture as well as design your own house from scratch. Initially, in the first Sims, there were not many things one could do. Well, ok- there are many things to do however there was no real objective. The Sims 3 gives a sense of purpose as the Sims/avatars would have aspirations/wishes. If they are granted, they will be given bonus points which can be used to buy special abilities.

Regardless, I would still say that the Sims is just a waste of time. No, let me correct that. It can be a great time consumer, as the game progresses as fast as the player wants it to. Even though I love RPG games and many other game genres I will admit, that the Sims can waste your time away. The player does not need to feel committed, the game pace can be very relaxing. Speaking of relaxing games…

I’ve come to realize that many people play facebook games, such as farmville, yoville and such. The premise being “do some stuff, then come back after some time has passed (can take up to 2-3 days). The concept is applied in the Sims. I would say most facebook games are just a poorman’s version of the Sims. I strongly suggest the people who enjoy facebook games to do themselves a favour by getting the Sims 3 and delete off their facebook games.

On a different note… HERE COMES THAR PICTARS!!!

http://xcvx.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/sptraitssim3.jpg

Pei Wun stated something like “the picture looks disturbingly like you” (with you I mean me, not you the reader), I picked traits based on what people commented on my behaviour.

http://xcvx.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/sptummy.jpg

I tried to recreate my body shape… I…. NEED….. DIET………..

Hanging up my guitar

Many years ago, probably back in 2000, I was a fresh student studying in Ikram College. Back then the hostels did not have internet connection nor any computer network. When students were not studying, they relied on what they had in hand to entertain themselves, for me it was my PC, my friends, going out or Magic the Gathering (it’s a card game). One day, one of my hostel friend brought his guitar over and lent it to my room mate (or my neighbour who’s also my friend, I don’t really remember where the guitar ended up with). The guitar had only 3 strings as the rest had snapped. It was a derelict ancient and abandoned guitar (I’m being absolutely unnecessarily redundant here), but it was adequate enough to produce “music”. My friend taught us a few simple samples from some Nirvana song.

Try, try, try, try and try. I got it right. I managed to play that part of the song. It was easy. It was poison. Deep was this poison that it lead me to buy a guitar. I bought a Hofma guitar (subsidiary of Yamaha) worth RM170. Was it a good deal? I don’t know. There is a saying, “your first guitar is always a rip off, but you’ll still love it”. The statement makes sense considering a person wants to learn how to play a guitar wouldn’t necessarily know how to differentiate a good guitar from a bad one or even know if the guitar is priced inexpensively. Regardless I loved my guitar.

There’s a saying that guys would learn how to play a guitar for 2 main reasons. The first being interest, the second being girls. My interest waned through the years. I found myself not touching my guitar for months. I do not remember the last time I played my guitar properly. Heck, the only time I remember touching my guitar was to move it to a different place. I do not know how to play many songs. The song I could probably play to completion would be “Best I ever had / Grey Sky Morning” by Vertical Horizon. It’s a sad song which I like. At one point I knew how to play “Tears in heaven”. Crap…. Usually what I do is learn a song, get to a difficult part, then lose interest. It always has been that way and I know myself well enough that I don’t really have such enthusiasm anymore.

No interest? What about girls? Guys can woo girls with their skill in guitar. I tried my hand at it. I wrote a song, played and sang it. I gave a girl the recording. The song was actually stuck in hiatus. The growing feelings I had for the girl was the push of motivation that I needed to complete the song (can be found in my blog if one digs deep enough). I gave it the recording to her as a valentine’s day gift. We got together soon after.

Love is a fickle thing. Being a pessimist that I am, I did not put her name into the song lyrics. One reason was to make it general, so it could be sung to anyone. Another reason is that the song would lose it’s meaning if the relationship with the girl did not work out. Did not work out indeed. I am single at the time of writing this post. Suffice to say I have no interest and I have no “girl”.

So what happens now? I’m thinking of keeping my guitar in the store room, I could probably sell it off or even donate it somewhere.

Guitar performances? Count me out, I do not practice regularly enough to play the guitar well anymore nor do I have the passion.

Writing this makes me feel I have lost something. The decision has been made, but I think I would truly feel the loss once my guitar is no longer with me….

Stuff

Recently I went to mines on my own, for the purpose of buying a pair of Hawaiian pants. I needed the pants as it was required for a performance that I am involved in. The shop that I found selling Hawaiian pants was none other than The Reject Shop. Thinking about it many of my purchases randomly come from this shop.

I found 2 pants that had a design that I liked. I was a bit particular in choosing them out of the others, as I rarely wore any clothing that had floral patterns/motifs. These two had a good balance of simplicity and flower motifs. They were the only ones of their design left in stock so I hurriedly took them to the dressing room. Once I had my trousers hung on the wall then at that very moment I remembered there was such a thing called “size”. The 2 pants I had took were not my size, they were M while I needed a minimum of XL. Damn. The only option left was to ask the attendants if they had any other in stock. Finding an attendant proved an unnecessary waste of time. One of them was squatting down resting his back on a clothes rack, I quickly turned a blind eye as I did not want to “disturb” his leisure time. Oh my…. This Reject shop is quite peculiar. A shop run by rejects? After scouring the shop for an attendant (I did not bother the cashier as she was busy with other customers), I finally spotted an attendant. She was standing near a rack of clothes. Ooops, let me correct that. She was standing BEHINDD a rack of clothes instead of in front of it, obscuring my vision and blending in the background. As I approached her, she pointed to me to where the counter was. Wow! Not only is she a reject ninja, she’s a reject ninja psychic too! I quickly told her what I wanted, she disappeared and came back to me in a while telling me that those designs were out of stock.

Fine. I went back to the rack of Hawaiian pants with a different objective. “Find pants with floral patterns that suited me”. This proved a hassle as all the pants were put on hangers which had clips clipping 2 ends of each pant. Each pant had no size measurement on the price tag, which was no big deal as I could just reach in the back of each pant to see the measurement there. The plan was flawless except for the fact that each pant was clipped at the front and BACK. I had to unclip the back side before I could see the measurement of each pants. I was getting so desperate (because I did not want to make a 2nd trip to find Hawaiian pants) that I even went through Hawaiian pants that had PINK in their design. Thankfully I found 2 pants that were XL. Tried them on, they fit. I proceeded to pay. Done!

Blog “update” – “MSN”

My last post was about “Myself”, this post (as suggested by Yan Leng) is about “MSN”.

It’s a lazy post. It’s just a chat log with KeYao. I saw someone on my msn contact list whose nick were in chinese characters. I proceeded to ask her who she was and this is the conversation that followed:

keyao says (10:05 PM):
lol
i change back d
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:06 PM):
-.-
if i see ur nick change again i ll put it as “Noob Keyao”
hahahaha
keyao says (10:06 PM):
lol
are u like seriously dunno who is it
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:07 PM):
yeash
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:08 PM):
seriously dunno
soome more ur pic ddidnt load
hahahah
keyao says (10:09 PM):
lol
are u asking anyone when u dunno them
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:09 PM):
yeah
if theyre on my list
i ll ask
coz normally
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:10 PM):
if their nick keep changing
or i cannot identify them by seeing their nick at a glance
i will rename them
*Noob + Anyname i like*
so if its u itll be “noob keyao”
hahahaha
keyao says (10:11 PM):
ahaaha
lol
funny ar
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:13 PM):
i got alot ofppl on my list lo
hahahah
the Noob list
hahaha
keyao says (10:15 PM):
u damn ba la
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:23 PM):
ba?
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:24 PM):
ba ba black sheep
keyao says (10:24 PM):
bad
lol
haaahahahah
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:25 PM):
so now i m a bad guy la
ppl go n change their nick
make me waste my time figuring who it is
and when i finally figure out who it is
they change their nick in one days time
i rename ppl
now i m bad?
keyao says (10:26 PM):
hahahaha
wow wow
responsiblee
lol
keyao says (10:27 PM):
aiyar..
u just put it at the same group lar
is the same ppl ma
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:28 PM):
same group?
but i still dunno who they are right?
then when they message me
i will scratch my head
who is this?
keyao says (10:28 PM):
ask loo
looo
lolo
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:29 PM):
u want me to ask 100 ppl 100 times?
keyao says (10:29 PM):
wahh
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:29 PM):
rename 1 time much easier
keyao says (10:29 PM):
so many pl talk to u?
lol
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:29 PM):
nolaa
not many ppl talk to me
but its just an example
keyao says (10:29 PM):
ahhaha
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:29 PM):
which one easier
rename one time
keyao says (10:29 PM):
kay lar
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:29 PM):
or ask 100 time?
hahahaha
keyao says (10:29 PM):
i have no idea
keyao says (10:30 PM):
cause i just leave them there
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:30 PM):
lol
good for u
since u cant even figure out which one is easier
keyao says (10:30 PM):
yea
lol
SP – ??? – ExSea – ٩(●̮̮•)۶ says (10:30 PM):
i m posting this on my blog

Blog “update” – “Myself”

Yan Leng lamented on my lack of updates, she suggested that I write about something. Among the suggestions on what I should blog about, she told me maybe I could blog about “myself, or her, or msn.”

So this blog post is about what happened to me recently.

First and foremost. I got involved in a car accident last week. It had rained or it could have been drizzling, I can’t recall anymore. I was driving to work, and the car in front of me came to a stop. I reacted by stopping. I heard a car hard braking behind me. I heard the braking noise stop which was replaced by a skidding sound (thanks to the weather) then followed by a bump, which pushed my car forward a bit. I was well aware of what had just happened. However I stayed in the car for a few seconds to compose myself. I got out of the car to see a black Waja behind my car. The one that had rear ended into the car I was driving. I noticed that the Waja had no visible dents/damage, not even looking directly at the driver who came out apologizing, “Sorry Sir…. Basah… (Wet)” I inspected the rear end of the Sentra, there was some black marks on the bumper, with a quick wipe of my hand it came off. No dents/damage on my car either. I waved my hand to the driver with my poker face still on (I had it on the moment I stepped out of the car) without saying anything but with the implication that “No big harm done, time to move on.”

Accidents happen. You can be careful, you can take precautions, but they happen. Rules were made to “sort out the mess” after accidents as well as to avoid them. However one thing that I have learned from accidents, which I learned quite a long time ago is that, it doesn’t matter if you are right or wrong. Accidents should be avoided. First of all, accidents immediately cause traffic congestion. Second, even if the person is wrong and is willing to pay for the damages, fixing the car is a chore. Third, life is precious, it is better to be alive than dead no matter how “right” you are.

I remember an accident involving a student of the college I was studying in last time. He drove recklessly and due to his recklessness his 2 girl passengers died. He was wrecked with guilt, having full knowledge of his actions that led to their deaths.

On a less macabre tone, I find it annoying and amusing at the same time to how people apologize in this age. They can sheepishly smile while apologizing at the same time. Might as well say, “I’m sorry, whoops…Hehe..”
while gently knocking their own head with a clenched fist (I’ve been watching too much anime). Seriously? Is that how people apologize nowadays? Would it hurt to at least act like you’re sorry when you’re apologizing? Yes, it may be an act but at least it would appear sincere.

That should probably be the main update on myself.

Doctor Doctor

So last week I went to see a doctor, he asked me, “watsdamatter?”

So I jab my finger lightly at my jaw and tell the doctor my that it hurts. I jab my finger lightly at my knee and tells him that it hurts too. I do the same to many other places before I concluded by stating my entire body hurts.

The doctor looks at me and says.

“No, you broke your finger, your finger hurts.”

He also told me I should stop touching myself.

I joke, I joke!

What happened was I somehow slammed the car door into my finger while going out of the car to close the gate. Bloody hell it was painful. The pain was intense and the rest of my left hand was numb and cold. As if all the life in my hand was focused into my index finger’s tip shouting at me “HEY! FEEL THE PAIN! FEEL IT? FEEL IT? YOU DON’T? WHAT ABOUT NOW? THEN NOW? WHAT ABOUT NOW? THEN NOW…” and so on.

I was supposed to meet Vincent to help out for Ti-Ratana annual dinner as I do many years. I couldn’t even use my left hand to drive, so that was off the list.

The doctor told me to come again for a checkup 5 days later. I did that at the same time I got “sick”, turns out I have air/gas stuck in my stomach and its giving me pain (explains my buldge ) either that or I’m having gastric.

I did tell him I felt like vomiting the night before. He told me he was going to let me have some “vomit medicine” later and I was not to ingest any food or drinks for half an hour. Curious, I asked, “is it going to make me vomit?” Doc said “No.”

Few weeks ago I got sick, went to a doctor. She stuck a thermometer under my tongue. Took some time so saliva built up. In one swift motion which I did not expect she pulled it out while turning around to throw away the protective plastic covering the thermometer which allows the thermometer to be reused. Had she done not do it in one swift motion turning around, she would have seen a trail of saliva flying out of my mouth. I said nothing while noticing a large drop of my bodily fluid on the floor.

A friend that I had not seen for a year or 2, Li Shia came for some sport event (where TRYBS won overall championship). She’s a doctor now, and she hates it when I call her “Doctor.”

Of good and bad experiences as well as griefers

Humans are a social creature. It is within their nature to share. Happiness and sadness are also shared. If you see some one you care for is sad, and you truly care for them you would probably be affected and in turn experience sadness too.

Sometimes shit happens, things don’t work the way you want them to. One website allows people to post unpleasant events or revelations in their life on that website. The web address is :

http://fmylife.com/

In case you’re wondering, fmylife is for “Fuck my life”. A classic example of what you can find there is about people loosing their property, being shunned by the people they care the most for and etc. One that I would say is notable is of a man who found out he was sterile. It’s unpleasant but it gets worse. He is married and has 3 children, one in the teens and the youngest is 4 years old.

This website is actually good for both posters and the readers. The posters get to express themselves, letting others know of their difficulties. The readers can sympathize and may even feel happier after reading these stories as they would feel that they are in a situation much better off than the poster (or they could instead become a poster). I would recommend fmylife to people who are feeling down. The website reminds us that there are many other people facing problems which could be worst than anything most people would experience in their life.

Another website which is the complete opposite is

http://itmademyday.com/

The concept of the website is similar to fmylife where users can post their stories on the website. In contrast to fmylife where users would end their stories with “FML” (fuck my life), people would end their stories with “IMMD” (it made my day).

Sharing of happiness, sharing of sadness. Now I would like to touch a different subject.

Griefers.

This term originates from online gaming. Griefers are people who purposely cause grief to others for whatever purposes they desire.

I’d touch more on griefing in a different post (if I still have the enthusiasm) but for now I would like to point out that there are many griefers online.

Why do I say this? On fmylife, readers have the option to vote either to “agree their life sucks” or “you totally deserved it”. I can imagine the reason why this system was conceived as there are quite a number of people who brought their own misfortune to themselves. An example would be of a driver who saw another driver rear end (bump the vehicle in front from behind)
in to another. The driver laughed at the sight causing him to lose focus and rear end the person in front. A lot of people voted that “he deserved it”.

I observe that regardless of the story, there would almost always be votes that says a person deserved it. I can only imagine how stressful a person would be sharing their story to the internet of their fucked up life that they had no control over whatsoever only to be told that they deserve it.

Griefers always exist. In a way I consider myself to be one (to a certain extent) ::grin::

“Retards” are fun

Sometimes within a circle of friends, or within a group of people, there are retards. Not the medically certified retards but people who are plain stupid.

They can be so shallow, so selfish, so immature that people will brand them as a retard. Before anyone goes calling me a retard, I can assure you that I am not. I am a mean person who is at most times lame, things that I do are deliberate and have been thought out. Retards do not think. They just do things without a second thought.

To call someone a retard is to insult them. I would only call them retarded only if they do something selfish or shallow.

One example is a guy who keeps picking on a fat guy because he’s fat. They incessantly remind the fat guy that he is fat by verbal abuse both intentionally and unintentionally.

Another example is a guy who would park in 2 parking spaces. Classic retard.

The last example would probably be Kanye West. I’m too lazy to write out why he is one but a simple google search on “Kanye West is a douche” should give anyone a reason to call him one.

Sometimes people have a retarded friend yet they remain friends with the retard. Why? One reason is because they are a good source of “wtf-ish” amusement. It’s like having a real life BORAT as a friend.

The only unfun times with them are when they start acting retarded towards you. Usually I set up a distance between me and my “retard” friends so that we can remain in contact yet he/she cannot do anything significant enough to affect me.

People pay to watch BORAT. I’m not paying anything but I get to “watch” a real life BORAT. Good deal huh?

What I learnt from my past relationship

1. Communication is very important.
- hinting is retarded, just be direct and get the point out.
- keeping quiet is selfish, if your partner loves you they would not want to cause you any pain intentionally nor unintentionally. Just get voice out any problems but do so in a calm and composed manner.
- in addition to the above statement, keeping everything pent up only to burst in a violent explosion of words and emotions is unfair as well as unexpected.

2. Love your partner as if he/she is your first.
- regardless of how shitty an ex treated you, you should never expect/assume that your current partner would do the same to you. Some people would assume because it happened to them before so they are just trying to protect themselves. This actually makes the partner suffer as they have to go the extra mile just to “regain” the trust of that person. Here’s an idea, if you can’t trust any guy/girl go gay. If you cant even trust anyone after going gay become a nun/monk. You don’t deserve love.

3. Never compare.
- similar to the above but in a broader view. There is a saying, “comparing yourself to others is an insult to yourself.” There will always be someone “better”. Therefore comparing is quite insulting. Comparing yourself insults yourself, comparing your partner with others is worst. A way to view it is that you’re insulting the person who loves you.

4. Never take your partner for granted.
- the moment you lose them, you’ll realize what you’re missing. Always cherish your partner.

5. Trust comes together with the relationship.
- jealousy can cause a relationship to deteriorate and fall apart. Trust must be given appropriately and if trust is broken it is very difficult to regain.

6. You do not own your partner.
- related to the previous statement. Since you don’t own them, all you can do is trust them. You can advise them on things but you shouldn’t force them to do anything. Your partner is not a slave.

7. Love can cause blindness as well as stupidity.
- it makes you become irrational. You can become blind to what’s going on. You might forgive your partners mistakes too easily.

8. The closer one is to another, the easier to cause them pain.
- a simple analogy is the porcupine. The porcupine is a creature which has sharp needle like spike protruding it’s body. If you keep a distance, it can never hurt you. If you keep your distance by a finger width, the possibility increases a lot as the porcupine could suddenly move towards you and unwittingly scratch you. Move up even closer till it’s spikes touch your skin, a very minute movement by the porcupine can cause you to bleed.
- based on this concept, one should have more empathy and realize that actions that seem like nothing to them may in fact affect their partner greatly.

9. Arguments can be healthy.
- this relates to the very first few points. Pointing out something may lead to arguments. Conflicts of interest can also lead to arguments. However arguments are healthy as it lets the people be honest. It stimulates their mind to think. It also allows them to understand their partner even better.

10. Don’t be too serious too fast.
- there are no guarantees that a relationship will last forever, take sometime to get to know your partner well before deciding to commit properly.

11. If you decide to love your partner, do so with all your heart.
- give it all you got, be sincere.

12. Sometimes there are paradoxes in love and life.
- such as
– a person who makes u cry are not worth your tears, a person who is, won’t make you cry in the first place.
– if you love someone you should never try to change them, if a person loves you they would change for you.

13. When you have reached the last page of a book, close the book.
- sometimes even when everything has been done to keep a relationship alive yet the relationship isn’t working out – it is time to end it. As I stated earlier, there are no guarantees that a relationship will last.
- it is not the end of the world when it happens. It simply allows us to find someone more suitable (or remain single).

PS. For those who are wondering, I do not miss my ex (despite all my sadness that I had felt initially from losing her, I managed to see her true colours. I am in fact glad that we broke up). I miss the feeling of being in a relationship though.

The perfect couple

Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met.

After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding.

Their life together was, of course, perfect.

One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress.

Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help.

There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys.

Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle.

Soon they were driving along delivering the toys. Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident.

Only one of them survived the accident.

Question: Who was the survivor?
Answer: The perfect woman survived. She’s the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man!

* Women stop reading here, that is the end of the joke.*

* Men keep reading *

So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the woman must have been driving. This explains why there was a car accident.

* Men Keep reading *

By the way, if you’re a woman and you’re still reading, this illustrates another point: Women never listen!

(Copy pasted from somewhere)