Okay I just noticed upon playing hours of WoW that tanking or dpsing as a warrior may be therapeutic.
A subject (me) was allowed to play WoW on a private server where he played as 1.) A warrior, 2.) A warlock and lastly, 3.) A paladin. On this server melee dps consists of spamming 2 buttons, with 3 others occasionally, tanking consists of pressing every button thats lit up, healing consists of pressing a button repeatedly every 1.5 seconds, and warlock dps is the same as what the Warlock King does on retail cuz thats just what he's best at.
The subject was noticed to be amiable and friendly, and even gave free enchants to other players of the community when playing the warrior.
However, upon playing as the healer, his narcissistic tendencies increased 6-fold, and an increased level of sarcasm was detected when talking to people in the raid. Also, the subject showed reduced levels of intelligence as he tended to scold the raid leaders which would lead to him getting kicked, despite the fact that the raid leaders really WERE incredibly stupid.
When playing the warlock, the subject only showed increased sarcasm and slightly increased hostility to other players who thought they knew how to play a warlock better then he.
Research has shown that the possible reason for this behaviour is that pressing one button for 15 minutes straight leaves the subjects mind with a lot of extra power to do things, and when left unused, will be unleased on victims intellectually inferior to the subject. Also, the reason for the therapeutic effect of playing the warrior is that having 1.5k damage per second and seeing big numbers pop up every 5 seconds and top the damage meter allows the subject to increase his already fat ego, reducing blood pressure.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
So Its Over
This stage, this whole episode of this play that we call "life", pauses for an interlude. At the moment we stop, and enjoy the quietude, the quiescence, and the success of simply having survived this far without attempting to do a cordless bungee jump off a 10 storey building or trying to sharpen a knife on your wrist.
Whether youve been the actor, or part of the rumbustious audience so far, we all answer our little calls of nature during this break.
Its hard to tell really, what the play has in store for us in the future, and even the actors dont know, cuz theyre just being spectacularly spontaneous, so much so that we think they know, oh their glorious facade. But whatever it is, the most important thing is to enjoy the play, because no one will watch a show they dislike. Theyll just stand and leave.
But ah, the people, yes the community and your closest. They, I cannot leave(live) without (pun intended). I can already think of a group of people I cant wait to leave behind, one of them including an imbecilic doctor, another flock I cant bear to leave, one of them bearing my surname, and the last group that cannot wait to leave me.
2 years from now, when we see one another on the streets, which one of us will pretend the other is invisible? Which one of us will stop to say hi and together, reminisce the days of old? Which ones among us will we have kept? And which ones of us would have ditched the rest?
Oh yes, the play may have granted you a moments rest, but you can bet theres much more in stall when God is the director.
Yes, oh yes, the production keeps coming.
Bring on the next episode mofos.
Whether youve been the actor, or part of the rumbustious audience so far, we all answer our little calls of nature during this break.
Its hard to tell really, what the play has in store for us in the future, and even the actors dont know, cuz theyre just being spectacularly spontaneous, so much so that we think they know, oh their glorious facade. But whatever it is, the most important thing is to enjoy the play, because no one will watch a show they dislike. Theyll just stand and leave.
But ah, the people, yes the community and your closest. They, I cannot leave(live) without (pun intended). I can already think of a group of people I cant wait to leave behind, one of them including an imbecilic doctor, another flock I cant bear to leave, one of them bearing my surname, and the last group that cannot wait to leave me.
2 years from now, when we see one another on the streets, which one of us will pretend the other is invisible? Which one of us will stop to say hi and together, reminisce the days of old? Which ones among us will we have kept? And which ones of us would have ditched the rest?
Oh yes, the play may have granted you a moments rest, but you can bet theres much more in stall when God is the director.
Yes, oh yes, the production keeps coming.
Bring on the next episode mofos.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sorry
Sorry is a word
Not used very much
It just wants to be heard
Why? Its just a hunch.
You say ,"Sorry no cure."
which is true, practically
Yet theres nothing more pure
Then heartfelt sorry, really.
A sorry from one whos killed
Wont bring back the dead
Nor sate the anger thats filled
Your heart and your head.
Apologies from love lost
Wont heal your broken heart
Nor dry the tears that had cost
your eyes, all torn apart.
It cannot do all those
Because nothing can
Yet sorry comes and grows
Cuz it has a plan.
It shows your remorse
Repentance and regret
Pity for the loss
And a hand to help forget.
It is the first brick
In the healing of your heart
Though it wont be quick
Its still a good start.
So say sorry, apologise
Even though it wont bring back whats gone
That person you antagonise
will forgive and together, move on.
Not used very much
It just wants to be heard
Why? Its just a hunch.
You say ,"Sorry no cure."
which is true, practically
Yet theres nothing more pure
Then heartfelt sorry, really.
A sorry from one whos killed
Wont bring back the dead
Nor sate the anger thats filled
Your heart and your head.
Apologies from love lost
Wont heal your broken heart
Nor dry the tears that had cost
your eyes, all torn apart.
It cannot do all those
Because nothing can
Yet sorry comes and grows
Cuz it has a plan.
It shows your remorse
Repentance and regret
Pity for the loss
And a hand to help forget.
It is the first brick
In the healing of your heart
Though it wont be quick
Its still a good start.
So say sorry, apologise
Even though it wont bring back whats gone
That person you antagonise
will forgive and together, move on.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sick and Tired
Im abominate this current period of life. I abhor the sub-standard notes we've been given that absolutely make no grammatical or technical sense.
Look at this shit: Protein solution tend(s) to evaporate during chip manufacture.
What the fuck does that even mean? Why in Gods name would you have protein solution inside the fucking chip while its being made? Like people would go live in a house that the banglas are still working on.
I mean seriously man.
Look at this shit: Protein solution tend(s) to evaporate during chip manufacture.
What the fuck does that even mean? Why in Gods name would you have protein solution inside the fucking chip while its being made? Like people would go live in a house that the banglas are still working on.
I mean seriously man.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Good Timing
Well there could be no better timing to have a delightfully light hearted 1.5 hour conversation with one of my gorgeous female counterparts.
For some reason we started talking about penises, dont ask me why. It had nothing to do with me I swear. I told her that like, horses and elephants had dicks that were as long as their legs and she ingeniously commented that if ever should they lose a leg they could use their penises to walk. When I heard that I was bowled over, like ,"Omg *****, did you really just make a sex joke?" Which is good really, because she should get in touch with her sexual side since she hasnt ever seen a penis before, and I kindly volunteered to show her mine but was turned down.
Anywayyyyy the convo continued in that fashion until I started to feel sorry for the poor bloke that was going to marry her, since she said she would freak out when she saw his Little John. So I urged her to enlighten herself by going to google and typing in "xxx". What came next was a genuine surprise.
She said :" Huh..? Whats ex ex ex?"
Me: Ex ex ex la!
She: Ya, whats that?
Me: Huh? You dont know?
She: No. Whats that?
After recovering from my initial shock, I proceeded to bestow upon her the knowledge she had requested. I had such a whale of a time talking to my dear *****, and said that I absolutely HAD to blog about this. She said she would like to remain anon cuz shes such a shy girl so I shall obey.
For some reason we started talking about penises, dont ask me why. It had nothing to do with me I swear. I told her that like, horses and elephants had dicks that were as long as their legs and she ingeniously commented that if ever should they lose a leg they could use their penises to walk. When I heard that I was bowled over, like ,"Omg *****, did you really just make a sex joke?" Which is good really, because she should get in touch with her sexual side since she hasnt ever seen a penis before, and I kindly volunteered to show her mine but was turned down.
Anywayyyyy the convo continued in that fashion until I started to feel sorry for the poor bloke that was going to marry her, since she said she would freak out when she saw his Little John. So I urged her to enlighten herself by going to google and typing in "xxx". What came next was a genuine surprise.
She said :" Huh..? Whats ex ex ex?"
Me: Ex ex ex la!
She: Ya, whats that?
Me: Huh? You dont know?
She: No. Whats that?
After recovering from my initial shock, I proceeded to bestow upon her the knowledge she had requested. I had such a whale of a time talking to my dear *****, and said that I absolutely HAD to blog about this. She said she would like to remain anon cuz shes such a shy girl so I shall obey.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Why We (And Hitler) Love Vista
This video is hilarious! Its a nice satirical video of hitler having problems with vista.
For those of you who didnt get it the BSOD stands for the Blue Screen of Death. Its what you see when your computer gets a fatal error or when its dying.
omg why are all my latest posts about hitler huh hmmmmmmmmm
For those of you who didnt get it the BSOD stands for the Blue Screen of Death. Its what you see when your computer gets a fatal error or when its dying.
omg why are all my latest posts about hitler huh hmmmmmmmmm
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Do I Really?
Sometimes I start to wonder if I really want all this to be over. I mean, I get to get rid of all the people I dont wanna see anymore, but then Id have to give up all the people that mean so much to me!
Anywayyyyy I finally have something to be happy about cuz jenny says that she'll be spending her 21st in singapore! That means I get to celebrate it with her! Dont worry jen, I just realised my toilet bowl is Made in Hong Kong so if youre feeling homesick you can come to my place and sit on my toilet and you feel right at home.
Anywayyyyy I finally have something to be happy about cuz jenny says that she'll be spending her 21st in singapore! That means I get to celebrate it with her! Dont worry jen, I just realised my toilet bowl is Made in Hong Kong so if youre feeling homesick you can come to my place and sit on my toilet and you feel right at home.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Break Up
"Why are you always so unhappy when you are with me? Since you are so unhappy, lets break up!" she said to me.
"Fine!" I retort.
So from then on, I lost interest in Life Sciences.
"Fine!" I retort.
So from then on, I lost interest in Life Sciences.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Smelly Crocs
I went out today, and there was this woman in front of me with some nice smelling perfume. Then it suddenly hit me how irritating it was that I was enjoying the scent but not actually knowing what brand it was. Like, unless youve actually used it before, or have a super memory for smells, its really hard to tell cuz so many women's perfume actually smell the same. They sometimes only have 1 ingredient difference and they market it as a totally new perfume.
I wish we could like, point a cursor a people, or click on them or something and see what buffs they have on them or something.
Then I saw this nice looking, early 30s lady. She looked pretty, but unattractive to me (theres a difference between being pretty and being attractive, like how you can look at a new PS3 game and marvel at the eyecandy graphics but not be in the least stimulated to play it).
Then I eyed her from top to bottom and I spotted something which killed my interest entirely.
Croc shoes!
Omg, that was just really bad. People should just not wear that overpriced, fugly lump of rubber.
Seriously, lady.
I wish we could like, point a cursor a people, or click on them or something and see what buffs they have on them or something.
Then I saw this nice looking, early 30s lady. She looked pretty, but unattractive to me (theres a difference between being pretty and being attractive, like how you can look at a new PS3 game and marvel at the eyecandy graphics but not be in the least stimulated to play it).
Then I eyed her from top to bottom and I spotted something which killed my interest entirely.
Croc shoes!
Omg, that was just really bad. People should just not wear that overpriced, fugly lump of rubber.
Seriously, lady.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
A Little Insight For U
Well as application dates for the universities quickly draw to an end, a lot of people realise they dont really know what to do for life, and especially people in my course, who are thinking that if they change courses, they would have wasted 3 years.
This is perfectly fine, because even though you have not yet found something that suits you, you have found that science doesnt.
It may sound a little corny when you first look at it, but the thing is that at least now you know what you DONT like, and its easier to find what you DO like, through the simple and systematic process of elimination. Dont worry about you seemingly having wasted 3 years, because youll never know how what you've learnt will come in handy a few years from now! Remember Steve Jobs?
As for what you wanna do, remember that your life is yours, and it shouldnt be influenced by anyone else, especially your parents, because 30 years from now they'll be dead, and youll be stuck living a life according to the wishes of 2 dead people till you join them.
Also, your present state and condition of life should have no effect on what you wish to be. Just because you are a fatass doesnt mean you cant be a nutritionist. Just because you have a mental illness doesnt mean you cant be a psychiatrist. Just because you cant play the guitar now doesnt mean you cant be the lead guitarist of a famous band next time.
People look upon some of these situations and call them "ironic". Its ironic how a fat person wants to learn about his diet. Its ironic how a person with a mental problem wants to treat others with mental problems too. But you see, these people are nothing but short-sighted and foolish.
No one makes a better policeman then one who was a thief before.
No one makes a better cook then one who has tasted good food before.
No one can have complete success without having tasted defeat before.
You take my meaning?
And lastly, lastly, Ive had a nice friend in NTU share her experiences with me and I managed to get a timetable off her. The following picture is a screenshot off my comp showing a student (year1) taking 1 minor and 1 major. I put this here so you have a very rough idea of what you can expect. But of course, NTU offers a hell lot of flexibility so what you may be doing could be COMPLETELY different from what you see here, but as I said.... rough idea.
This is perfectly fine, because even though you have not yet found something that suits you, you have found that science doesnt.
It may sound a little corny when you first look at it, but the thing is that at least now you know what you DONT like, and its easier to find what you DO like, through the simple and systematic process of elimination. Dont worry about you seemingly having wasted 3 years, because youll never know how what you've learnt will come in handy a few years from now! Remember Steve Jobs?
As for what you wanna do, remember that your life is yours, and it shouldnt be influenced by anyone else, especially your parents, because 30 years from now they'll be dead, and youll be stuck living a life according to the wishes of 2 dead people till you join them.
Also, your present state and condition of life should have no effect on what you wish to be. Just because you are a fatass doesnt mean you cant be a nutritionist. Just because you have a mental illness doesnt mean you cant be a psychiatrist. Just because you cant play the guitar now doesnt mean you cant be the lead guitarist of a famous band next time.
People look upon some of these situations and call them "ironic". Its ironic how a fat person wants to learn about his diet. Its ironic how a person with a mental problem wants to treat others with mental problems too. But you see, these people are nothing but short-sighted and foolish.
No one makes a better policeman then one who was a thief before.
No one makes a better cook then one who has tasted good food before.
No one can have complete success without having tasted defeat before.
You take my meaning?
And lastly, lastly, Ive had a nice friend in NTU share her experiences with me and I managed to get a timetable off her. The following picture is a screenshot off my comp showing a student (year1) taking 1 minor and 1 major. I put this here so you have a very rough idea of what you can expect. But of course, NTU offers a hell lot of flexibility so what you may be doing could be COMPLETELY different from what you see here, but as I said.... rough idea.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Burn Your Ass
Damn it I really hate those stupid people who burn pieces of paper thinking they're giving money to dead fucking people. Or whatever it is theyre burning and whatever other reason for.
Its stinking up my entire house and I cant breathe. I have this urge to toss a bucket of water down. Keep this up and I will. Itll teach you to fuck with me.
I dont give a shit about your religion because you didnt give a shit about MINE; The very first commandment of my religion is "Dont Fuck With Me." so whoever burns that shit in the fucking barrel has therefore sinned very very badly.
Its stinking up my entire house and I cant breathe. I have this urge to toss a bucket of water down. Keep this up and I will. Itll teach you to fuck with me.
I dont give a shit about your religion because you didnt give a shit about MINE; The very first commandment of my religion is "Dont Fuck With Me." so whoever burns that shit in the fucking barrel has therefore sinned very very badly.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Shoelogy
I was watching the Tyra Banks show one day who featured this amazing woman who could tell a man's character and potential as a mate by looking at his shoes. They had 3 men hide behind a wall which revealed only their shoes to the audience. She simply looked at their shoes and guessed correctly the character, and in some cases even social status of these men. It was quite amazing, although there was a possibility that its all doctored.
She coined a term for this, called shoelogy. This woman also happens to be the author of "Never trust a man in alligator loafers", which teaches you how to look at men's shoes and find out all about em.
Hmm, must go buy a pair of new shoes.
She coined a term for this, called shoelogy. This woman also happens to be the author of "Never trust a man in alligator loafers", which teaches you how to look at men's shoes and find out all about em.
Hmm, must go buy a pair of new shoes.
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