Ping power

My collection of little breath mint cases is growing healthily, with me adding one to my working desk every week and using my job scope as an excuse to acquire more and more of these cute little things. I could recycle them as accessory boxes once I’m done with the candy inside, but in the meanwhile they’ll be sitting prettily on my desk to mark my territory. After all, someone else will be coming in to fill my position once I’m off to school. Unleashing flower power on my working area is timely.

I couldn’t clock 5 hours playing Sims 2; I was hanging on the hinge by the time I hit the fourth hour. Deprived of quality rest and relaxation, I continued to torture myself by gaming until 1 in the morning before my mum came out of her 2-hour long bath and decided that what I was doing was rather unhealthy. I guess my brains burnt out before my adaptor could. But it was a truly heavenly experience to game on my laptop; the graphics were second to none. I felt so cheated to have played Sims 2 on my home PC for 3 years and tolerated all the chipped graphics, lagging game time, inaudible Simlish and all the uncountable times it hung. I ain’t a pro gamer; I’m an avid one. Jack of all trades, master of none. I just haven’t got the financial ability to satiate my ambitious dream to conquer all types of gaming platforms, or else I would be cooped up at home all day, hooked to my PC or some video game. Terribly unhealthy hobby which will never lace with my persona.