I wonder who reads this blog...

And I need to blog about stuff. You know... STUFF.

Singapore is a wonderful place. We live in a safe and secure society. No one is allowed to bear arms or weapons.

We have room to express our thoughts on issues. Newspapers are very open to people who write to them.

We have wise people running the country. Responsible and corrupt-free.

A democratic state. Where all views are heard.

We live in a vibrant city. IR is coming up. And the people in the west love to visit Downtown East, East Coast Park and Tampines Mall.

The people in Singapore are warm and friendly. I talk to my friend on the handphone on the way home from school everyday.

I am chinese. And some people say I have yellow skin. But I don't care.

Hi everyone. No, I wasn't dead. My computer has terminal cancer. I don't think I should prod it anymore. I'm posting from the family computer, and it's icky. Like, the keyboard is kinda greasy... and sticky, at the same time. So is the mouse. It's really gross. It took me maybe five minutes to decide to brave this contraption. Also, the screen is a whole lot smaller than my computer's. Not to mention it runs really slow. But it's the best I can do for now.

I need to send my computer for servicing, but there are several problems in the way. One, it's not my decision, but my parents'. Two, even though I know that they'll eventually help me, it's going to be a while. Because it's expensive. About 50 dollars for the check, and then add the cost of the broken part. Broken isn't such a good word, because I doubt there's any mechanical damage to my computer. It's probably the hard drive. Three, my O' Level Examinations are comming up. So my parents may just pull out the excuse of "Your exams are almost here, you don't need a computer." ugghh sticky.

I think I'm going to need another shower. And my hair is still wet from the last shower. This is really... sick... No computer should ever get into this state. Ever.

So anyway...

Monday: CLB O' Level Oral Examination. Good thing was, I understood the question. Bad thing was, I didn't know how to answer it. I sounded like I had a speech impediment. It was really frustrating. I mean, let me speak English, and I'll give you an awesomely deep explaination. But Chinese? Bah. I am really, totally, not a linguistics guy. I don't see the point in learning an ancient language. But whatever, I need it to go to JC. Great system.

Tuesday: Montfort Gay Club! Or so we thought. Turns out that the social dancing session was all solo. The instructors actually realised that we studied in a single-sex school. Okay, so no need to touch another guy's waist(though I attack people there almost every day...), but it turns out... we're going to do the Cha-Cha. How nice. Okay, catchy tunes, interesting steps. But it's difficult. And we invented a new dance. It was called Step Around Randomly And Laugh At Yourself. While Stepping On Others' Shoes. And Hitting People. I think I just broke the word record for the longest dance name ever. But sadly, it'll never be accepted. 'Least it was fun, though. It was fun. Admit it. Ha ha.

Thursday: It finally rained. After about a week of blazing flames and burning souls- I mean, humidity- It rained like Katrina had come to call. The wind blew tiny droplets of rain all the way into the school study area. Where I got sprinkled. Thunder was crashing, lightning flashes abound. Everyone around me was wetting their pants in fear. Or not. My point is, storms are my favorite weather. It's cold, it's windy, the sound of the rain drowns everything out, until the thunder overwhelms the patter. Some people say that the rain makes them feel isolated. I say that the rain gives me privacy. When it rains so hard that you can't hear the cries of the idiots, or the sound of the roads, it makes me feel at peace. A great feeling of satisfaction and optimism. I always wish that it would rain more often. I guess I just enjoy the feeling.

Today: The sun came back out. @!#$@!!
Least it wasn't as hot as it was for the past week. All the graduating classes got together to take a group photo. We were supposed to be in an arrow formation. It looked more like a tumor to me. I tried to sell a badge to someone for 5 dollars because he lost his. I'm awesome, aren't I? 'Course, it didn't work. I hope it rains more tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. And the next. And the next.

Well, I gotta go wash my arms. Icky. Gross. Disgusting. If there was another synonym for those words it would be "Joe's Family's Computer." I probably won't be posting soon., but as soon as I can without needing to disinfect my typing appendages, I'll be back.

*I hate using IE7. It doesn't have a spell check.
**Sorry, no picture today, since I'm not using my own computer.

-Joe

I recently scored 38.75% for my organic Chem test.

and i use to top level for chemistry. WHAT HAPPENED!!!

I need help for it. I still dont get it.


ARH!!!! So, to all quaver readers out there. GET A LIFE! Don't just mug mug mug, even right before exams, take a break and appreciate the unknowingness of not knowing.

Fine. I'm just a sour grape. Go back to your mugging.

Ok.. I think i have to post something if not shaun would kick me off the board...

:P

i dont think any one knows what i look like. good. it should stay that way.

anyway... my exams are up this week. wish myself good luck and all the best.

i shall end off with a really long quote from my teacher:

"When you dream, you must dare to dream. Make sure your dream is unrealistic and ridiculous. If not, it cannot be considered a dream, but rather, a aim, or a goal. Now, after you are done with your dreaming, work for it, strive for it. Only then you will be successful. Dreams can only come alive if they are REAL dreams."

Bestest of Regards
GuoWei

Holy Crap. A kid who can echo locate.




Best Video Of The Year - The most amazing videos are a click away


Impossible stuff. It's totally amazing. I think we should get Mohinder to go check him out. It's insane. How the hell, can he discern the different echoes that come back to him? He's just clicking his tongue! This, my friends, is a superpower. This is totally like Daredevil. I can't even throw a pillow like that, with my eyes open! Wtf.

And I was going through some of my old stuff toady. I found Daniel's and my old English assignment on the Three Gorges Dam in China. I started reading it, because I wanted to be reminded of what we did last year and all... It started pretty well. Nice and scientific. But then I got to the second page. It was full of grammatical mistakes. How could I have missed those? Here's a quote...

...The construction of the new dam may boost the country's economy in the ways that may contribute...

That made no sense whatsoever. And I, am dying inside.

But that's not the worst part...

I came to the 3rd segment. I wrote it myself. I was really proud of it. Until now.

What the hell? I handed that up to the teacher? Oh my god. This is so... excruciating.

-Joe

So... my computer has cancer. Which is why I haven't posted in so long. I totally cannot do anything about it. Must send for servicing. I'm sad.

Well so knowing that this piece of junk is going to crash at any moment, I'm going to try to say as much as I can in as little time as possible.

Firstly, something I want to share with everyone:



It's from an upcoming movie adaptation of the fantasy novel The Golden Compass. I think. Never read it before. Shaun has, though. And they're really riding the whole internet phenomenon thing.

A Daemon is an animal representation of your soul. It's an animal spirit that follows you throughout your life. As a child, your Daemon can change between forms, but it eventually settles into one, as your personality is eventually set in stone.

According to lore, a person's Daemon is usually the opposite sex of the person. In my case, it's a female lion. LION. Not lioness. Holy crap!


Anyway, here's another thing I want to put up...

You are in a maze. You reach a fork, where there are two guards. One always lies, and one always tells the truth. You don't know who does what. You need to know which way to go, and to do that, you must ask a question. You're not allowed to ask for a known fact, because if you do, a trapdoor will open under you and you'll fall into a bottomless pit. Also, you can't try one route then the other, because the wrong route will lead you to a room, where ninjas with shotguns await.

So, what do you ask?

Go ahead and google the answer or something... I haven't been able to think of anything.

Ugh. This post has been totally devoid of emotion. Probably because I tried doing it on Wednesday, but my computer crashed. So I'm just typing stuff that I remember.

(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(") This is Bunny. Copy him into your signature to help him achieve world dominance.

-Joe

Someone put a tracking device on me. It will explode if I do not do this.

Rules of the game: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.

Here goes:

1. I never use the urinals if I can help it. I'd rather have the sarcophagus where no one can see me.
2. I always use conditioner when I wash my hair.
3. I was once in tennis and sailing.
4. I can eat a whole jar of peanut butter.
5. I am an empath. When others feel pain, I have a perculiar sensation in my lower abdomen.
6. I like the smell of used matches.
7. I have fantasies of battling the people I don't like, Star Wars style.
8. I've been tricked into doing something stupid, but pretended I was having a seizure and got everyone scared.
9. The reason I like my spectacles is the very reason I need to change them.
10. My "accent" is probably from watching too much "Friends" when I was younger.

okay here's the second tagging game.

List out the top 5 presents you wish for:
-To become a geneticist.
-To get my name on that "Top O' Level Student" banner thing. Have at you, Sze Chuan!
-To learn to sing at a high register without making people laugh or cry.
-To get a computer that won't crash whilst I am typing.
-To somehow never part with my best friends.

Answer the following questions
:- The person who tagged you is: XY. Her explosives are scary.

Your relationship with her is:
My dear little, I mean, older, cousin. You know, I can't get over the fact that you're 2 years older.

Your 5 impressions of her:
Optimistic, intelligent, understanding, kind, and fun. Fun always has to be there, whoever the person.

The most memorable thing he had done for you:
When she asked me to go for that science lecture which I understood almost none of. Still, nice to think that she knew I'd like it.

The most memorable words he had said to you:
"...haven't you noticed that I'm kinda high right now?" Wait, what?

If he/ she becomes your lover, you will:
Persue a different career. Can you imagine what the other geneticists will say?

If he/ she becomes your lover, things he/ she has to improve on will be:
Gene editing.

If he/ she becomes your enemy, you will:
Horrible, just to imagine it, but I'd probably do the thing where I go back in time and stop it from happening.

If he/ she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:
That I let my evil inner self out, and enslaved the human race. You see, someone would have to stop me.

The most desired thing you want to do for him/ her now is:
To be there when she needs a distraction.

Your overall impression of him/ her is:
Strange, in a good way. I think the best kind of people are those that arn't totally normal, yet make the world a better place.

How do you think people around you will feel about you?
They all obviously think that I'm a necrophiliac/pedophile/demented/person who is unable to form logical trains of thought. They are wrong. I can form logical trains of thought.

The characteristic(s) you love of yourself is /are:
I can procrastinate like a professional, and still score better than most people.

On the contrary. the characteristic (s) you hate of yourself is/ are:
I can't hold a conversation without using a scientific term.

The most ideal person you want to be is:
Someone with telekinesis. I mean, a person that doesn't get frustrated or as violent as I do.

For people that like and care for you, say something to them:
You have served your purpose well. Now step into the furnace, I mean, dining room.

I mean, umm. I'd like to take this opportunity to say something that I know I might never get to tell you. My mates(shut up, Leonard, I know what you're thinking), you have made my waking hours simply sublime. We're going to leave each other soon, but know this: If I had any choice, I would still have chosen you guys to be with.



I'll just hit that thing on the left.

1)Tan Sze Chuan
2)Aaron Tan
3)Keneth Ang
4)Zerah Goh
5)Jeremy Lee
6)Rainy
7)Derek Ng
8)Shaun Tan
9)Daniel
10)A. Low

Who is No. 6 having a relationship with?
Oh, what awesomeness. Teehee. It's obviously Gid- *cardiac arrest*

Is No. 9 a female or male?
"And there's it's twin, strange little creatures they are." But technically, male.

If No. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?
I've never been a big supporter of homosexual relationships.

How about No. 8 and 5?
They're guys. Refer to above.

What is No.2 studying about?
A bunch of stuff. How'd I know?

When was the last time you had a chat with No. 3?
Quite a while ago.

What kind of music band does No. 8 like?
The kind that makes you squirm out of discomfort when you hear it.

Does No. 1 has any siblings?
A brother. Who, according to him, can't speak English.

Will you woo No. 3?
Do I look like that kind of guy to you? Wait, I do? Crud.

How about No. 7?
No. Absolutely not.

Is No. 4 single?
Well... Definitely. Maybe.

What's the surname of No. 5?
Lee. He sits next to me on the register!

What's the name of No. 10?
Aloycious Low. He's not even human.

What's the hobby of No. 4?
He's still a mystery.

Do No.5 and 9 get along well?
Yeah, perfectly.

Where is No. 2 studying at?
Montfort Secondary School... for now.

Talk something casually about No. 1?
I hate him for taking away my awards. Wait, casual? I mean, he almost got me to do exercise the other day. But we didn't.

Have you tried developing feelings for No. 8?
What is with these questions about gay relationships?

Where does No. 9 live at?
Somewhere in Punggol. The more interesting thing about that place is the huge open field that would make an awesome javelin-catching arena.

What colour does No. 4 likes?
Probably green.

Are No. 5 and 1 best friends?
Oh what a cruel bastard fate is.

Does No. 7 likes No. 2?
Stop. Asking. Gay. Questions.

How do you get to know No. 2?
We were bandmates.

Does No. 1 have any pets?
Maybe?

Is No. 7 the sexiest person in the world?
He sells in-game stuff for real money. Does that count?

Okay. So I've gone through 2 computer crashes while typing this(3rd time), probably gave away more than I should've, and now I can expect an angry mob outside my house any time now. Great.

Ah, well, I'd better go off to sleep. No picture today. I just can't.

-Joe

So I missed a few days. I have been internet incapable for the past 3. Yes, I haven't found a way to resist my addiction, I've been forced off the internet. So to escape from the withdrawal, I've fired up my old wireless USB adapter. It's shitty, but good enough for surfing. I just hope the hardware change won't screw my BIOS. That's Basic Input/Output System, your computer's way of processing stuff. But the main thing is, I can watch Youtube videos now. Whee. I need to get the Futurama collection sometime this year. And Family Guy. And the Simpsons. Better start saving... I'm going to need a lot if I want Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion, Bioshock, and Lost Planet. Probably going to have to roll a die...

I've "upgraded" to that Mio thingy that Singnet offers. It's bloody ass fast on the family computer. A ten minute Youtube video completely loads in about 15 seconds. But I'm not getting anything up here. So I've persuaded my parents to go buy a 35m long ethernet cable and link it all the way up. An unbroken wired connection is always the best way to go for these things. Problem is, it's only likely to happen after the O's are over. Oh well. It's all for the best, I guess. Can't have distractions.

Something else that happened during my absence from the web was that I solved the mystery of the black hole in my room. The black hole was my computer. Long story short, I lost a silicon earphone hood. And yesterday while I was shifting my computer around, I found the piece under the CPU. Whatever the hell it was doing there, I don't know. So now I can finally listen to music again without having that feeling that one ear is getting smaller. Whoopee.

Anyway, today was the second last day of the Preliminary Examinations. Not so bad, actually. I mean, the sciences were relatively easy. I know I didn't do bad for my humanities. Mathematics, I'm not so confident. I'm really going to have to cherish this weekend before we go back on Monday to get our results back. Then it'll be review, revise, and practice. For about 4 weeks. Then the final boss rears it's head, waiting for us to strike it down.

So anyway... here's something I wanted to post here before the apocalypse... I mean, internet downtime, struck.

Clicky!

It's a personality test. And amazingly, it's hosted on the BBC Science section. I tried it, and here's my result:

Okay, apparently the image comes out really small. =(

I am a Performer. Supposedly, I'm spontaneous, reliant on facts, use my heart more than my brain, and am an extrovert.

Strange, not like what I thought I was at all. Except for the facts thing. I am very not extrovert-ish.

Summary of Performers

• Love fun, people and the world around them. Orly? Doesn't seem so.
  
• Prefer hands-on learning to reading a book. Yes, definitely.
  
• Think of themselves as enthusiastic, sociable or sensitive. Note the "or".
  
• May forget about commitments because they're having so much fun. Doesn't everyone?
  

More about Performers

For the Performers, people and the exciting world around them come before rules and routines.
This group believes you can get work done efficiently and have fun at the same time.

Yeah, but this usually gets me in trouble.

Others are naturally drawn to the Performers' outgoing nature and enjoyment of life.

Haven't seen it happening yet.

Performers are good at reading people and figuring out what their needs are. They don't believe in making plans and are confident that they can handle whatever comes their way. These skills allow Performers to quickly motivate others.

Only when I actually want to do it. Apparently, that's how my ability works.

In situations where they can't use their talents or are unappreciated, Performers may become distracted, fail to accept or meet deadlines, or take criticism too personally. Under extreme stress, Performers can be overwhelmed by thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong.

Which leads to me saying "ah, screw this. Let's go play a game."

Performers may live for the moment and forget the consequences of their actions.

Again, I'm sure everyone does this. But there haven't been many moments worth living for recently, neither has there been a chance for me to do something which would turn around and bite me in the ass.

Performer Careers:

Performers are drawn to careers that require people skills and attention to detail.

Well, okay. I'll take your word for it. Genetics does fit that description.

Okay. So I'm a performer. Seems right for me, but the description is missing one point. When I'm around people I like. I mean, I'd never be "spontaneous and outgoing" when I'm around some people I normally consider idiots.

Oh well, that's it for today. Biology tomorrow! Multiple Choice. Whoopee.



You guys are right. Anime is good. 'Specially when the subtitles are waaay off.


-Joe

Dude, power rangers are so yesterday. Pokemon FTW!!!

Okay but yeah, power rangers... mm....

I've just been over at a friend's place, celebrating his birthday. I brought a game along, like I always do. It's almost tradition now. We go to each other's houses and try out a new game. In this case, it was Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory. I hadn't tried it before, as my computer is unable to read the disc. So we booted it up and got started.

Now I just need to say... That game, is freakin' awesome. It totally makes you want to go buy 3-eyed green night-vision goggles. And I'm still fighting the urge to pick up an imaginary gun and pop a lightbulb. Sneaking around, strangling guards, doing sick stuff to their bodies. Including setting them in suggestive positions, and then... Never mind. Don't listen. Necrophiliac jokes are funny. No, really. Everything is funny, until it happens to you. Still, something tells me if that someday in the future I find out that my dead body is being used to satisfy some sick urges, I'd probably laugh. I mean, what use do I have for a rotting corpse?

Okay... so in relation to today's topic... I'll list a few things that I dream of.

1) Having eidetic memory. The ability to remember everything and anything upon observation. Why? Because it's just awesome. Take 5 minutes to flip through a novel, then you can read it from your mind anywhere you go. Watch a video and replay it over and over inside your brain. Browse a textbook and score full marks for biology. Never forget a formula, never forget a quote. I will no longer have a need to rack my brains to think of something I saw a while ago. Some people actually do have eidetic memory, like Nikola Tesla. I can't remember the others. You see, that's why I need it. It's supposed to be a thing that can be achieved by attaining a large amount of experience in a certain field. Still, it only gives you eidetic memory of that field. What I wish for is something most people would count as witchcraft. To become a human encyclopedia, dictionary, and reference book. I will be a massive information storage device. In my eyes, the ultimate incarnation of knowledge in the human form.

2) Becoming a geneticist. Genes, the blueprints of life. Like a template, allowing for inexorably complex processes to happen. The wonder of genes is just one thing... what I'm thinking of, is what you can do with them. Genetic manipulation. It's already been done in simple organisms. Splicing a chromatid segment from one organism, putting it into another. Creating hybrids, wondrous and fascinating beasts. Fish that glow in the dark, protozoa that produce insulin. How much further can we go? Will we one day be able to manipulate genes directly? We already have gene inhibitors, preventing malfunctioning genes from exerting their effects. Why not actual, direct, concrete manipulation? What if we somehow tweak the billions of codon pairs, and give ourselves added abilities? No, I am not obsessed with Heroes. And I'm not talking about telekinesis and flight, I'm talking about faster metabolisms for overweight people, cures for genetic diseases. No more down's. Not to mention boosting brainpower, eliminating mental retardation, and even extending life? The possibilities are limitless, only bound by the imagination. And I hope to be one of those making it possible. Also, it may help me attain eidetic memory. Teehee.

3) A state-of-the-art gaming computer, with an ultra-fast internet connection. Okay, getting shallow here, but it's something that I really want. Not much to say here.

4) To someday solve a great mystery. When I die, I hope that things won't get sticky for me. No, that was not a necrophilia reference. I mean, let's say there is an afterlife. A Heaven, if you want. And let's say that God is really sitting up there watching me type this going "Of little faith, he is." What? Yoda? ... All that stuff about non-believers burning in hell... it's not nice, really. Okay, so I die, and my soul(which has to exist, if there is an afterlife) goes somewhere. Judgment. During that judgment will I be seen as a non-believer, condemned for being skeptical? Or will I be accepted, as I have upheld good morals and led a good life? And if so, will it be explained to me, why so? I mean, that would probably help me with all the gaps in scripture.

But what if, no? There is no afterlife, no divine being? What if science wins? If science is true, then after I am dead, I will no longer care about anything. I will have ceased to exist. My brain, would have stopped functioning. Electrical impulses would no longer flow through it. Medically dead. Without a brain, I will be unable to form conscious thought. Or any thought at all. No longer will I wonder about my fate, and no longer would I care. I will have simply, disappeared. In all senses, that's not such a bad thing. Can a dead person know that he's dead?

I must know.

For now, I'll just stick with the current meaning of life...


-Joe

Anyway, as I was saying previously, I had a revelation. But lets talk aobut something really common.

There are many of you who had dreams, right? A dream, is simply what you want, but you could or could not make it real. When I was a small little boy, I wanted to be a power ranger. Power rangers are cool to me when I was small, I shan't deny that it still has some coolness now. I like the cool gadgets and their power ranger suit. As I recall, there is always a pattern in power rangers television show. The usual evil creature come, rangers destroy it, it turns big, their mega robot come, it gets destroy and happy ever after. And the other is the acquiring of more power gadgets as the series progress.

The most interesting pattern within the power rangers show, which is also my favourite too, the colour. I always see that the white coloured ranger or black coloured ranger is always the most powerful, perhaps it is just a psychological thingy. Maybe thats how power rangers series are made to depict.

As for dreams, being a power ranger is one of my minor dream, because i knew it could never happen. Something which is impossible.

At a young age, each of us individual would have lots of dream. The most common dreams are becoming a doctor, police, pilot and teacher. It is not unusual that as we grow older, these dreams keep changing. And some are shattered due to the reality we face, like mine (The power ranger thing). Its kind of depressing if dreams are just something that we can only imagine but never realise. Interestingly, sometimes from a dreamer we turn into a pragmatic person.

This is simply weird, anyway~ Do Dream.

-Shaun

I am bored. No seriously. So I spent the day playing a game. And now I feel like I should stay away from it for a while. So I came here and... wasted more time. Lesser of two evils, still, since this way I'm practicing my um... writing skills.

So anyway I found this bunch of text from a forum. Thought it might be interesting for some people.

Eleven Ways to tell that you're crazy about someone:

ELEVEN: You walk really slow when you're with them.



TEN:

You feel shy whenever they're around.



NINE:

You smile when you hear their voice.



EIGHT:

When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her.


SIX:

They're all you think about.



FIVE:

You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.



FOUR:

You would do anything for them, just to see them.



THREE:

While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.




TWO:

You were so busy thinking about that person, you didn't notice number seven was missing



ONE:

You just scrolled up to check & are now silently laughing at yourself.

Or not.

Obsession is a powerful thing, be it with people, things, games(uhh...), or actions. Has your mom ever told you that you were obsessed with something, and that it was eating up your life and you should go outside and do something productive? Yes, yes of course. Even if it's never happened to you, here's a false memory to implant in your brain. Take it. Now umm, go to My Brain, and doubleclick on the file saying "false memory". Extract contents. In the case of seizure, buy a new brain.

Wait, where was I? Oh, right. The thing with your mom. My point is, at some point in our lives, or rather, perpetually, we are obsessed with one thing or another. It seems like there always has to be something there to distract us. For me, it's mostly been video games, and then somewhere along the way, end-of-the-world theories, and then the evolution vs creationism debate, after which I moved into differentiating reality from illusion. Somewhere along the way there was something about quantum physics and the implications of time travel. Now it's got to do with games again, and something about what would I do if I had superpowers.

I'd kick ass, that's what I'd do. With telekinesis. Zachary Quinto is going to play Spock in the upcoming Star Trek prequel. Beam me up, Sylar!

And this brings me to an issue that has become somewhat more obvious to me over the past months. I feel less human than I think I should. I see people, totally oblivious to the world around them, blissfully happy. I see other people, drowning in sorrow and grief. And others, acting on emotion, with true feelings, and that carry meaning. And then I look at myself. When have I really been sad, for a good reason? When I'm happy, why is it that there's always something holding me back? There's just something that prevents me from really being happy. Instead, most of the time, I'm like a robot. A machine, with no apparent use other than to consume electricity and disrupt the fourth dimension. My life has been without significance. Not talking about the stuff I normally whine about, I'm talking about the side that I tried to bury with science and information. So there it is, crippled and ineffective. I seem to have lost the ability to feel strongly. This whole "crisis" even examples my ailment. In all honesty, what I see most in it, is that it's going to affect my social life.

Why, am I just so tactical? Why does everything have to have a reason, and everything a plan and strategy behind it? Shouldn't my relationships with friends and all be something natural, without the need for calculation? Does the fact that I rely so much on logic make me a terrible person? More than once have I envisioned leaving my friends behind for greater benefits. And each time I had to forcibly remind myself that everyone around me is important and special, and that I should never do such a thing. But sometimes I think that one day I may just lose all of that, and perform an act so diabolical, that I don't even want to mention it.

I am so weird.

-Joe

Card games. What wonders. After years of hitting keys, over probably millions of mouseclicks, I have rediscovered a lost joy: Community gaming, without a computer. It was amazing. I mean, I've always subconsciously wanted to get a Dungeons & Dragons set, and finally be able to understand what "cast magic missile" means. Now, I want it even more. How can I truly appreciate the world of gaming, if I do not look back on its predecessors?

It is inexplicable, the kind of satisfaction you can get from playing a simple, motion picture-less game. Something that doesn't require you to go "ARRGHH A DEMON SHOOT IT!!!" but rather, "ah, a demon. I'm going to roll a die.... DAMN, a ONE." There's just something exceedingly humorous about that. The best part of board and card games... is that you're always in conversation with your friends. And it's also a lot more funny when you get three 1's in a row and get slaughtered. The game I played the other day was a simple card game, called Citadels. There are a bunch of character cards with different abilities, and another whole bunch of cards called Districts. The objective is to build a set number of districts, using your gold and abilities. When you look at the deck, you go like, "That stack is so small, how the hell does this game work?". But then you actually start playing. And keep playing. After your first game ends, you go eat dinner. Then, after your second game ends, you eat dinner again. Okay, not really, but it's a lot more fun than it looks.

So maybe, just maybe... One day I'll head down to Toys 'R Us and buy D&D.

Also, good news for anyone who has ever played the Diablo series, and wants more. After over four years of rumours and speculations, we have yet again received news about the making of Diablo 3. Look, they even have a design for the cover...


Wonder who that is, though. Could be Belial or Azmodan. Or it could be something totally unrelated to the Diablo universe. Damnit Blizzard, hurry up. I'd do an essay about the series, but that would make me sound like some kind of obsessed freak. Remember kids, all because you are, it doesn't mean others have to know.

Also, I watched The Last Legion yesterday. It sucked. The dialogue was retarded, and it was basically The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, without all the cool characters, less special effects, and the Great Wall of England thingy instead of Helm's Deep. Plus, everything that was supposed to be funny, just wasn't. I swear, when some idiot across the theatre laughed at something that wasn't even slightly amusing, I had this overwhelming urge to throw a very sharp pencil at him. Oh, and can someone tell me why "dialogue" and "theatre" are red-lined? What other way can you spell them?

We all should get one of these dice.


Because then we would never not know what to do.

-Joe