I've used that to describe the first month or so of the past holidays where I did nothing but play games from 9-5. 9pm to 5am that is. Or maybe it was 9am to 5am. Whatever. But said religious journey of self abuse didn't quite end there. These past two months I've spent going on with almost zero gaming - not even flash or vba games (hdd broke and terrible internet here in africa, and reading visual novels don't count). I know this has sorely distressed our 9pm wargames club since it has unbalanced the asian team and given the viet team numerical superiority, but life just isn't fair sometimes.
So what had I been doing then? A whole bunch of things, but I guess the main activity was working. Yes, working. If you didn't know before, it wasn't because you weren't cool or anything, but just that since I didn't know what I was getting into either. Now that I've done it I can safely talk about it: doing odd jobs in the office of an accounting firm, E&Y to be exact if you care. Spent most of my time running odd jobs around the office like file this, email that and the odd coffee run too. There was a bit of audit too, but as much as I respect the guys who took me in I still can't say it's the most interesting work.
In my time there I did manage to earn the title of 'audit ninja', which I am quite proud of. The guy who gave it to me said that I 'came from nowhere, did the audit (pronounced ao-det), then dissappeared', and thus was worthy of the title Audit Ninja. I think I will put that on my resume. The rest of the time when I wasn't working was mostly spent playing golf, and as of writing I have a massive golf tan. If anyone is interested do let me know, I'm itching to go for a game sometime, though not until I master the stupid sandwedge-I still cannot chip properly with it. Not my fault internet sucks in Africa, though I've heard similar complaints back at home.
"Hate leap years. Means I have to spend an extra day being capped." - Billy
More recently I've been promoted to a bigwig role in one of the student societies that I've been a part of for a while and a mediumwig role in another for a shorter while. Needless to say it's a massive drainer on time, but at least we do get to deal with interesting problems like below:
Jacky was applying to be a finance Officer:
Hungy:"I have no idea what a finance officer does. I thought we had one already though."
Jacky:"He's probably the director or something...oh no! That mean's I have to report to someone! FML!"
Stuff I've done aside, this post is about growing up. That kind of sentimental BS I give people crap about. During the past two weeks I've probably experienced the widest range of emotions in my entire life that I never thought i'd feel, especially not at once. I have seen some things I wish I had never needed to go through, done some other things that that I wish I'd done ages ago. If you don't know what I'm referring to it probably isn't worth finding out, just regular quarter life crisis issues. Cheers to my cousin (that's not usually here-but she is still a defender of the greater good) and my brus (especially one of them) for getting me through this particularly difficult period. My sympathies go out to all those who are still suffering as a result of...well, shit happening.
What's done is done. I guess that's the one thing I've learnt from whole ordeal (sabbatical included) is that is that for the first time I think I'm starting to feel like I'm actually the one walking in my shoes, and the things are acutally happening to me and not someone else that i'm just watching from the inside. Shit has happened to me now, and things are about to get serious. The good thing is that there are things I've finally found on my own now...I guess this must what it feels to be alive? If you don't know what I'm talking about, I suggest going out and doing stuff - say yes to all them opportunities. Life gets better when you're doing stuff.
Apologies for being all vague and cryptic about everything, but as this post will probably be the first and last thing people see for a while I don't want to leave anything too embarrassing for people to pick at. But I can say that when we grow up, there are things we have to give up and new things we find, voluntarily or not. I guess it has really reached the point in time where people all around me are growing up and I'm also running out of time so unfortunately this blog is one of the things i'm letting go. People are moving on: e.g. Bill is now a bona-fide medkid attending medschool:
"Going by how quick he was doing removals of skin carcinomas, I'd estimate his income at $500k+" - Bill
So this is goodbye to my old, younger-self; his time for games is up. This makes me pretty sad actually, as over the course of 4-5 years I've had alot of fun with this little sidequest. I do hope it was worth your time at least some of the time, dear reader, but really though, the honour was all mine. We've been through a lot together, through the joys and sorrows of highschool and the ensuing chaos that was first and second year uni; the predictably angsty teenage years. You can actually see the difference in the flavour of noobcake that I was over the past few years, and I wish I had the time to continue this-it would be quite the interesting experiment I think. Whatever, may this blog serve as a memory of these days for the rest of my life.
Just writing that last line of poetry with a legit reason was so worth wasting all this time maintaining this blog. But I feel I've already got too much sentimental blahblah here and I probably could go on for ages so I won't (waxing sentimental BS is surprisingly fun, I can kinda appreciate why people do it on their blogs now, but it still sucks so no). But in all honesty, my time has come. Farewell to all you brave souls out there who are still blogging, you've all been my inspiration over the past few years I wish you all the best. May you carry on the great struggle to assist the rest of us with procrastination during critical, pre-exam periods.
This sabbatical I'm on might take some time. Adieu mon amis.
Who knows though, maybe in the future I might find the time and inspiration (read: boredom) to start blogging anew. Please don't try and correct my French though. Non, c'est tout pres.
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