I actually believed I could make it through the month blogging atleast once a day for NaBloWriMo. But as we can all see from my archives, that failed completely. I’m not going to make excuses, I just got lazy. *sigh* I feel like I should go back to bed, simply because I am tired and this post is by way a means of an apology and I feel if I long it out you won’t forgive me XD.
This is just a short, short post telling you all that I should be working right now. But I’m in the cloakroom, which only a handful of people are using, so I have nothing to do except enjoy the music and blog obviously.
I didn’t post yesterday because I had a double shift at work and had no real time to post on here. I did however think about posting, on multiple occasions but I never got round to it XD. Bad, bad blogger.
I should get back to working thou, because this band are so mellow ^.^
Blog later ♡
Arguing with people is never a nice experience. But even more so when it’s a parent. I don’t really like arguing, simply because it stresses me out, and when I get stressed my face acts up. Seeing that I changed my blog provider, you wonderful people won’t know what I’m talking about so I’ll give you a quick low down. Basically around the summer of 2013 I had Bell’s Palsy, which meant half my face stopped working. Fun fun fun.
So I have to talk things in my stride but that doesn’t always go in my favour – at 1am, I snuck back into (yes back into) my house. I shan’t explain everything that happened but I haven’t slept at all and my mind is clouded 🙁 .
I thought I would post this before getting to work as I have time. I mean in retrospect I spend half my life travelling on public transport (whether it 40 minutes journeys into work, or those hourly one on the way home). I get to do a lot of thinking and I have decided to tell you what I do with my spare time (because you all care soo much *sarcasm*). But here goes.
If I’m not travelling I’m either reading or writing. Boring I know but it’s what I can do. I say that because after leaving secondary school (or the first 5 years of high school if you’re American I believe) I kind of lost my art mono – I have endless amounts of art work lying around my room bearing as constant reminders to this fact. I mean I do always think about getting back into stencilling but I need new equipment, and right now I don’t have the money for that (but I will soon !).
But to make my hobbies sound less vague I will be more specific. I read numerous amounts of fanfiction, as you could tell from a previous post I wrote about my slight obsession. I also try to read normal books but I get halfway and then just put them down – I need to stop doing that because it’s just making the pile beside my bed ever growing.
And writing wise I also posted about how I handle not falling into depression, which is by writing my thoughts in the form of prose and poetry. I almost feel as if I were in a Shakespeare play, they would be my asides to the audience – somewhat a soliloquy but less eloquently said of course.
Alongside those two things I do enjoy recording and watching documentaries (either animal related, historical ones, or ones on literature – nine times out of ten they are the combination of the first two, learning about all the prehistoric creatures from the jurassic, miocene and pliocene periods of time. Ahh Megalodons). At the moment I have 6 episodes of this documentary series on actors discussing Shakespearean plays and how the written quality of the play and the acting merge together on stage to recreate the greatness of them.
And blogging, as you have probably realised because of these endless NaBloWriMo posts ^.^.
It’s almost my stop to get off so I will leave it here. Post later.
Because life gave me the option of opinion and a reminiscent nature. Here we go ^.^
- What is your all-time favourite video game?
Well it’s a mix between Animal Crossing and Banjo Kazooie. Animal Crossing because it is that game that gets me through long journeys – sitting in a car, just picking weeds, and chopping trees, the usual. Plus it is a very, very relaxing game (unless Resetti-ed). But I lean more towards Banjo Kazooie because it was one of the first games I sat down and played on my own. I know that isn’t much of an achievement nowadays but for me it pushed me mentally to continue gaming. Plus the visuals were pretty.
- What is your current favourite game?
Currently it is Hyrule Warriors (previously Assassin’s Creed Black Flag). The game-play is just amazing. I mean the switch in plot – playing as the good guys one minute and then boom your playing as Ganon to fill in the narrative gap (which many other games usually show or tell you what happens). I think I’m 2 chapters from the end, but before I complete it, I’m going to go back and play through on easy mode (because I normaled my way to this point in time) to get character upgrades. Also the mere fact that some of my favourite characters appear in the game (Midna – babe, pre and post curse. Lana – melts) with an alternative or spin off past and story from the original series is just genius. Amazing. Look at me rambling, next question.
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Just a little thing to put everyone into perspective … I am just getting into bed exactly at 8.48am GMT. This was my view about 20 minutes ago,
Good Morning *yawns*
There are so many things one could appreciate in life. Be it a good person, to good drinks. But today gave me the most appreciation (if that makes sense). Finishing work at neo 4.30am leaves much to hate about life but good travel buddies always gives me a smile. And even more so when one of them goes ahead to pick food up for his girlfriend, and in the process some chicken wings for my colleague and I. To some that’s just life but for me it showed me how good wild and hearted some folk are. I mean he didn’t have to buy us them, let alone think of how hungry we may be, but he did. He also gave us a can of coke which did quench the thirst of a 12 hour shift.
I’m happy now and will be for the day coming. Thank you kind security guard, enjoy your day off. 🙂
Many people describe the bane of their existance or life as something quite vague but understandable in annoyance. Mine however is something that has haunted me ever since I was little.
To put some back story to this I will explain what and where this ‘bane’ came from. Growing up in a family of gamers, I’ve been exposed endlessly to different genres of games, formats, etc. One of the game series played often in my house was the Legend of Zelda series – Ocarina of Time, Majora’s Mask, Windwaker, any of them released we had at one point or another and I either enjoyed playing them ( when I was old enough to understand the controls and not cry if I died during a boss battle) or even watching my brother or dad play them.
The game, I admit, that scared me the most when I was little, was Majora’s Mask. I tell you, ENDLESS nightmares, crying – you name it, it happened. But although it scared the literal shit out of me I still pushed to watch my brother try to complete the game. Now I’m sure if anyone reading this that has played the game (or recently Hyrule Warriors) you will know that fucking moon is one of the creepiest things known to man. It’s just there getting closer and closer as the game progresses, till at one point you might as well not bother looking for it because it’s so damn close. Now I think I’ve grown from my younger self’s fear but when I got the clawshot upgrade in Hyrule Warriors and it dragged that mother fucker from the sky, I almost died. Like why man WHYYY. I hope I don’t sound too melodramatic.
And then I find out they are making a remastered version of Majora’s Mask for the 3DS – which is amazing and I only hope my brother will let me play it when he gets it … he’s definitely getting it … I’ll make him – but as soon as a comparison of graphics article is made, lone fucking behold the main image is that goddamn moon. I’m not happy. Well I am but I’m not.
So that is the bane of my life.
Having one of those days where metaphorically it’s like when you think it’s a fart but it’s actually a shit.
I’m confused. Maybe doing what I just did will have severe consequences for me in the future (which doesn’t exist).
Putting friendships on breaks is never easy, especially when it’s with a best friend. I’ve been feeling lately that I’m not actually an equal in thus friendship; merely a subordinate. It might do me some good, might fuck me up and send me over the edge. Just have to wait and see.
No more sunny days.
I aptly named this blog post after a Bombay Bicycle Club song simply because i couldn’t think of a name, plus it sort of links to the meaning of this post.
So I’m going to set the scene and explain to you wonderful people why I got so annoyed on my journey to work the other day.
So it’s Friday evening and I’m on my way into work for a double shift – so its about 4.30pm. As I’m strolling to the northern line platform in King’s Cross, I see, what has to be, the cutest gay, interracial couple ever – one was a shortish Asian man with an up-do and subtle but incredible fashion sense, and the other a tall white male with a beard that was just, hands up, the best beard of the month for me (It wasn’t necessary to describe them in that much detail but I thought they matched well and they had that cute height thing going on).
So they’re minding their own business as they go to their desired platform, but every now and again some people were just throwing them disgusted looks. Now i could understand if they were playing a few rounds of tonsil tennis – because PDA in straight or gay couples is just nasty, I mean I know you love each other but I don’t care that much – but they were simply holding hands and the occasional endearing look, like one was making sure he hadn’t lost the other.
After about 5 minutes I got very frustrated that they couldn’t actually look happy in public with each other without some random person getting offended. But then I realised, they didn’t give one flying fuck about what the people were saying or how they were looking – they had each other and that was all that mattered. So I smiled and every now and again if someone was starring at then disgustedly I would swipe a lil’ dirty look their way like seriously mate mind your own before I mind it for you.
To be honest I didn’t think anyone should have a problem with them being subtly coupley because, I’m going to be crude, it’s not like they’re fucking in front of you, or forcing you to stare at them hold hands. It’s petty if you look for reasons to hate them, but oh well. I thought they were cute, and I was honestly jealous – I have never had, or had a friend who has had anything that romantically innocent before.