I haven’t logged on to Battle.net to play Warcraft for over half a year already. Which means whatever account I had last time, has already expired. Which also means the ‘Silencers’ account I had on Azeroth, with 500+ wins [and some 500+ losses as well] is gone. GONE! 18 months of wasted time and money! NooOOoooOOoOoOOooOOOoooo!!!

But rest assured, for over that period of hiatus from B.net, I have been playing on a Korean server and against Advanced AI as well. I don’t really take gaming as a pastime, at least not Warcraft III. I started my RTS life with Age of Empires, followed by Starcraft, and now Warcraft III. Like some people take FPS seriously, I have come to take RTS as seriously just as well. Sure, like most other games, especially console games, you have fun. But RTS and FPS and recently, racing and soccer games, there’s a certain quality you can’t find in RPGs and other games.

It’s when you’re pitched against another human in a duel of skill.

When you go head-to-head with other human players, there’s a certain thrill that runs in your skin. Especially if you don’t know what your opponents are made of. What their moves are. What they’re thinking. If you fancy chess, you should know what I’m talking about. This is especially the case in Warcraft III.

I’m not too proud to label myself a mediocre player, but I’m certainly not one to be taken lightly as a n00b. I have a major weakness, though. I can’t play 1v1 matchups. I seldom, if ever, win any 1v1 matches against decent players. But I can proudly say that I shine in team games. 2v2, 3v3, even 4v4. If I’m pitched against your team, you can expect me to dish out a good fight.

As was the case tonight. It’s been 6 long months since I played my favourite matchup - 3v3 - and I was looking forward to some good fights. As usual, B.net’s fucked up AMM system pulls it off on me. I had to recreate my account [Boohoohooo,.. my Dragon Turtle icon!] and start back at a wins/losses ratio of 0/0.

So, poor poor level 1 me, poor peon me, was pitched against people at least 10 levels higher than I am! Of course, so were my teammates. I can never understand how the AMM works -_-;; Despite the 2 second lag [something I haven't experienced for over half a year] I still managed my first win! Looks like 18 months of hardship and laggy connections was well worth it :p I loved the feeling of being able to meet up to teammates’ expectations.

At the end of the session, my record was a very pretty 6/0, as you can see here which instantly shot me to lvl 5. I have to admit there were a few close fights, and about two matches against rather n00bish opponents. But for sure, all the matches are won with teamwork kicking at the opportunity.

Tauren Chieftain, Beastmaster, and Death Knight each kicked ass twice. TC just never dies, BM pushes with ease, and DK just kills everything else. Now I’ve grown to looooove Strength heroes a lot. Sure, they die easily at lower levels. But once they get past level 4, they just don’t, and CAN’T die. Just put a healing pot, a speed boots, and a protection scroll. They’re just immortal! [provided you know how to keep a hero alive]

Nonetheless, getting myself back out in the field is just so gratifying, I have missed the feeling of playing against real people for so long. I love it.

note:
a] I suck at chess. Honest.
b] Will you buy me the original copies of both Warcraft 3: Reign of Chaos and Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne? Both sums up to less than RM150! Please, please? *puppy eyes*

I’m not shitting you when I say I want to buy you a Caramel Frappucino! No catch, nothing! I really really want to give you a treat. Of course, I can only afford to buy ONE frappucino, and I want YOU to have it. But you have to be worth it, lah. And to make sure you deserve that frappucino more than anyone else, I have to prove it.

Last week, I posted a photo asking you to guess which is bigger. Well, that quiz is still running, and the frappucino is still up for grabs! So, to help make things easier for you, here’s a clue photo.



Not enough? Here’s an extra hint, I used the same piece of paper that I printed the straight lines on! Still not enough? Alright. The bus is smaller than the gargoyle! Now, go ahead and win yourself that Frappucino, quick!

Oh. My. God. Man can no longer pride themselves as being the only one with the ability to pee standing up because now women can do it, too. I find this rather unbelievable. Now I have plenty of scenes running in my mind. Scenes you would usually see at the urinal in the men’s restrooms, except now they’re replaced by women.

Oh, boy. First they wore ties, and then strap-ons, and now they’re gonna pee standing up? But one thing’s for sure, I’m not gonna wear some fake set of tits [Meet the Fockers, anyone?] to milk my baby. And now the idea of marrying someone who wants to be a SAHM is more tempting than ever.

You see beauty in things I perceive plain
I drown myself in fascination in things that you see as confusing
You find excitement in what I find bothersome
I find peace in the things that bore you.

Talk about living in different worlds.

Yet my heart calls out for you. I wonder why. My heart pounds with excitement and worry at the same time. But things are good the way they are. This definitely isn’t the first time it has happened. And here I am worrying myself in my own delusions.

Hahaha.

I like a lot of things. There plenty of things around me that I have come to love so very much. However, some things just piss me off. But then again, most of the things I hate don’t really affect me as much as I would usually expect. Probably it’s because I just live by the ‘Fuck it’ mantra. Unhealthy? As if I give a fuck lah.

But of all the things I hate, there is but one thing that pisses me off the most. Feeling helpless.

I don’t really get mad whenever shit happens. Sure I get angry or dissapointed when it does, but those would only last so long. The moment I can confirm the fact that things can be fixed, regardless of the amount of effort required, I would be satisfied. The reason is simple. As long as there’s a remedy, as long as I can put things back the way it should be, I don’t care what kind of shit life throws at me. It’s like telling myself ‘Shit happens, but fuck it, because I can make things better‘.

Which is why I especially hate it when I fail to find a solution for my problems. Be it a question on electromagnetic field theories, or why the goddamn chicken tastes like fish, or if I got my heart shattered into a million pieces. I really really hate it when I’m forced to tell myself ‘There’s nothing you can do about it, man’.

It makes me feel inferior. What knowledge I have, what healthy physique I’m in or what material assets I possess, it’s all worthless when have to say ‘There’s nothing I can do about it’. I feel like such a waste. If a problem befalls me, I should be allowed the right to make things better. It IS my life, after all. I have every fucking right to make it a good one. Why hit me with shit and render my arms and legs useless?

That’s one of the major reasons why I picked up a lot on tech knowledge. If my PC breaks down, I don’t want to carry it to the shop and pay 50 bucks just to reinstall Windows. If something is wrong, I can be at ease because I know EXACTLY what’s wrong, and I know EXACTLY how to fix it. That’s also one of the major reasons why I hate to give up, and will make every effort I can to make things work, even if some people might get angry at me for doing so.

But what I hate more than feeling helpless, one thing that I ultimately hate the most, the one thing that I believe I have every right to turn satanic and go berserk at, is when YOU make me feel helpless.

I fucking hate it when you tell me to give up.
I fucking hate it when you tell me there’s no other way.
I fucking hate it when you tell me that there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.
I fucking hate it when you tell me that there’s nothing I should do about it.

I came to you to ask for an alternative. For a solution. For some encouragement. For some strength. I came to you because I have every right to put the wrong things in my life in its proper place. I came to you because chose not to give up. And there you go telling me to quit? That’s it, I’m not going to ask for your wisdom anymore, it only goes so far.

I might as well look for someone who can tell me something that I can do, rather than have you telling me about the things I can’t do. I love a lot of things. You’re one of those things, you know that? But if you’re telling me to let go just because there’s nothing I can do about it at all, I guess I’ll have to hate you, too.