Dice’s Drivel

May 1 2004 Saturday

December 2003, Friday - YES! On leave. No work, no stress, rotted in my comfy bed at home and slacked the day away… But out of the blue… I got myself my PS2! (HIGH HIGH WAY HIGH time). Yes and its high time I updated my blog. Ok since I’ve got absolutely no mood to doing anything until I get myself the ultimate gaming machine (of that time…) I’ve simply put off writing drivel for erm 1.5 years?

Ok anyway I was in bloody high spirits when I finally reached the store. I stalled at the retail for about half an hour doing absolutely nothing, just stonning and overcoming the feeling of euphoria surging through my veins(at the expense of 550 bucks that is). And when I finally jolt out of my sub consciousness, I was happily messenging all my friends that I finally got it and to the envy of all, its a limited edition collection of Snow White! Yeah sounds so GIRL colour! That makes it even more exlucsive no? Whatever, I’ve decided to call HIM Frost and totally denied the fact that Snow White is just another girl’s name. I mean .. hey, its MY way or the highway~ LOL!

So I found a new found friend and yes my used-to-stuck-to-TV brains apparently still have the ability to stick itself to the TV after these 1.5 years. I quickly set up my white package, drool over how cool it looked, and popped in a game (yaya guess what. still at the same game, but that’s not the point.) Getting really excited, I settled myself in my one seater and pressed the happy trigger button. After the drool (again), I was totally lost and the rest? History. Need I say more?

Till late I went, can’t seem to get enough of it. I’ve denied my whole family of the nonsensical TV drama showing on prime time (which they should thank me for it one day) and banned whoever from touching Frost, well, not after they have washed their hands first anyway. Such a pain I was but hey … you know… So i simply refused to switch channels for the rest of the day, and the next day and the day after next… and now the channel is permently stuck at AV and my family basically branded me "TV hog".

Hours passed and Frost gets a really good workout till one day to my dismay, it starts to lag! Of cos I blamed the disc and the switch and the heat and the manufacturer and even the game developer. I was totally shattered! My Frost is melting! So there I sat for half a day, feeding the poor console game after game and to my utter dispair, I was forced to draw the inevitable conclusion….

- well YOU know what happened…. I simply refused to pen it down now.

So back to the store it went and just like all other technology/electrical goods, the problem ceased to exist back at the factory. I’m like so whatever now… why would one waste tick tock time bringing back something that’s in working order? Duh… so for days I was slumped in the dumps. My mordenised concpet (a.k.a. wicked reality) suddenly hit me. I can’t survive without it.. or so I thought. Soon everyone (cept you, cos if not, you would’t be reading this anyway) knows what happened - thanks to my face’s auto broadcast….

So after half a month of utimate agony, agonizing over the fact that its such an agony, Forst discharged from the hospital! Whoohoo! And at once, I shot myself out of the slumps. Careful not to do anything drastic, I inspected it and ah ha, found the evidence of the surgery. Damn whoever who operated Frost without washing his hands. But whatever, I was happy as a lark!

Nevertheless, I draw my conlusion over this overrated and totally exaggerated drivel that I transform into a complete idiot whenever my hands are set on auto pilot , polishing off the dual shock controller and my brains… well they never did leave the TV anyway. So unless you don’t want to be like me (all beautiful and happy that is), continue and X this window.

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Year 2002 Day 0 of Termbreak (Sunday 02:10)
Guess you have been wondering where I’ve disappeared to huh. Ok, hold on, no need to form a rescue party just yet. I’ve just been on a small dreamy journey into the realms of a fantasy world, where soccer can be played under water and yes you lead the life of a mercenary. Ohh how exciting *LOL*. Not to mention absolutely gorgeous babes who display the real tint of south eastern exoticness. Doesn’t that intrigue you at all? Ha! I can sense you’re the one getting lost here. Either that or you’re envious and wanna join me. No worries. Search party is on the way.

Well, if you’ve haven’t already guessed it, yes I’ve got a date with *drumroll* erm… PS2! and to top it all off, Mr hot knotz is just inches away! Ok still clueless? Think Final Fantasy X. Got it? Good.

It IS a fantastic “little” fantasy role playing game (of TODAY) and though I’ve just been helping poor Mr. Burns (Bernie) here to level up his characters without revealing any of the remarkable storyline , I’ve got myself seriously hooked! Actually, I prefer to call it passion (instead of addiction as to what some of you might be thinking). Anyway, while the others were happily rubbing their fingers against mahjong tiles, I was happily polishing the Dual Shock Controller. It was a tiring process and neither of us there had any sleep till dawn. Gone were the potato chips and soft drinks that so intimidated our urge to diet. Well, as if we’re all gonna diet at five in the morning! Gone were the clinking and clanking SFX of “dry swimming” and gone were everybody, to bed. I found myself still engrossed, if not, somehow stuck to the TV as if someone emptied a whole bucket of super glue and literally stuck my brains to it. Much as I hated it, my body has been screaming “SLEEP!!!” since eleven yet my stuck-to-TV brain simply refused to decode any message except the ones I see on TV.

So till morning I went, like a homogenized robot which eventually got itself screwed and overheated and have to call for immediate shutdown. I slumped against a one-seater couch and dozed off …. (much to my annoyance…).

I woke up hours later feeling anything but refreshed.

“Shit” was the first word my brain registered.

As much as I modernized the concept, and played with the irony and post-modern overrated muses of those two little words, the wicked realism was quite clear. I NEEDED a Playstation 2. (Duh, like who doesn’t know!) I mean I’ve been broadcasting that for ages; it’s just that I did not realize the consequences of not owning one! Or rather and irony, the consequences of owning one - really bulging eye bags and a really messed up day ahead!