Wasted was today. I accomplished nothing! ( just like any other day any common person would point out ). Not even the primary goal of like restoring my sleep time. Of all days, the obvious strategy to employ was to make use of Sunday-the day I have to wake up for service/Sunday School etc. And that would force me to wake up early, which theoretically would force me to sleep early that day. Coupled with a powerful alarm the next morning, I would be able to wake up at a normal time (like say 9am, or 10am for instance). But this just proves my theory all wrong! Once the body clock is set, I have freaking no idea how much joules of energy and juices of determination would it require me to restore all that in working order! Mitigation failure. (partly also caused by my reluctance to go to bed)
You know, I'm really starting to feel so loser whining about bed time like every time I start the post. (If you have so much to say, just go to bed! solves everything huh. shoot me anyway).
Sometimes, oh sometimes I do really wonder why does my counter not reflect the feedback I am getting. It seems like at every corner, someone will go "hey I read your blog". or something along those lines. Really freaky at times, but trust me, I have grown accustomed to that. Any point of time I click that publish button I should expect every single person on this planet to have the chance of knowing that piece of information. (Even if it's the remotest stranger). but the counter ain't really moving isn't it. (!!) or is it. Sometimes I wonder why other people have counts that tower over mine, while I get feedback from so many people who actually tell me that they read my blog. So is it working or not. That is the question. (Maybe it's just a conservative counter.)
Finally the twitching eye of vertigo and the first wave of the drowsy bed beckoning is here! (*hops around*). And something tells me I will spend my next week organizing a party (in vain).
Oh yes. Welcome to the world where I realize that I am actually Wii-tarded. (Whew, finally something tangible to blog about after some like hundred words of stalling. Better get started lest I fail the content section huh). My parents, Yang and I were at this game master shop at Bukit Panjang Plaza poised to purchase that Wii that Yang was going hyped up about (MacBook for the insane 265+2, and now an additional Wii which probably felt like desert to the main course anyway). We could have gotten it earlier but my mum actually lost her wallet. (record holder of "not losing wallets" for 42 years). It's my "lose a wallet and not get a nagging" ticket, really and I appreciate that.
So we got what we wanted in a couple of swift minutes plus another few draggy minutes of "how to set up a Wii" by the shopkeeper. (can't find another title!?) I was being complacent, with that "who doesn't know how to set up a Wii". Being a snob, I walked out of the shop and floated along till the console got into the bags and the bags onto my dad's arms. Ah-ha.
I pretended not to care once I reached home (or maybe I did not really care after all), heading for the computer first. (classic). I am not very particularly keen in that Super Smash Bros Brawl and Wii Sports. This reminds me of my younger days when I bought a game cube just to play Super Smash bros. And sadly, that was the only game I ever played on that console. Pity I don't really have the hots for many games. Most of them actually turn me off. The only thing I ever appreciated fully was Pokemon. Classic, it's like the best game ever.
Finally finally, here comes the Wii-tarded part. My whole family was staring at the screen of Korean graffiti transmitted over our poor 50 something inch television wondering how we are going to operate and get the game started. A hundreds of " Oh the disc put wrong side! ", " Oh maybe they gave us a faulty machine " it took us to realize that OH it was too late for my poor little brothers who have the 6 am morning call tomorrow to continue meddling. With broken hearts and disheartened souls, they kept everything back neatly into that box. Not that I did not want to be of any useful help, I couldn't because, well, I was being a snob and did not listen to the instructions. (which I still believe would not be much of use). Apparently, I think there is something wrong with something, and that something will only be unraveled tomorrow noon. No I'm too lazy to go meddling on that little gadget early in the morning. I want to play, but I'm just too lazy to set up. But for the first time in my life, I kind of stare at Korean words and somewhat I start to hate them. Not because they look Wii-tarded. But just because I don't understand them, and never will. So much for Wii, I still feel it's a need in abundance and a want in scarcity. The line I have drawn so clearly ages ago have just been dusted away. By wails and whines of my little brotherss, coupled with the seemingly impressive Wii-mote swinging little feature of the Wii which makes adults more compelled to buy them for the fact that they themselves are also intrigued by this little white box. A party game it is, and video games in a party ain't really the most sociable party anyway. But lest I unleash the good ol' Pandora's box, I shall just keep quiet from here, for I am negatively beyond Wii-tarded.
But I am inclined to believe that this white box will indeed start to grow gigantic ears and also a long nose in time to come. And great, look! they're already of the same colour!
I ain't against Wii. We ain't against Wii. But, somehow. I just don't like hopping on trends a year or more late. I think we'll be the last ever to buy a Wii. I've always wanted one, but was too lazy to persuade anyone to get one for me. Shows a lot for my determination to actually play those games. But still, I think it beats Ps3 and X box "2 Pie Radians" hands down because I really don't get the first person shooting shit all over the place. Vacuous games! Whoopsies again.
So Jan is over and we have no choice but to embrace Feb. It's not long good old holidays for some people tomorrow. People who are embarking on their short but seemingly perpetual hunt for the last and final boss of their basic education. It was fun recalling how things went on orientation day, but I think somehow whenever something turns into memories, no matter how stale, horrible or whatsoever will grow fonder with time. Just like wine. Where age is represented by nostalgia.
The vertigo wave just hit me another time. I shall become one with my blankets! YAY
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