As some of you might know, I have picked up WOW again recently.

I've been leveling a death knight on Thaurissan cos a good friend of mine begged me to PVP with him. He spent every single minute of everyday bugging and harassing me to help him get his rating up and in the end I relented.

It is unfortunate that in the end, my real life is affected just as I expected.

Although my job has not been directly affected, I have been a motionless puppet for the last 2 weeks, glued to Ashura's monitor, cursing when things don't go my way.

Ashura wants company but I'm sure this is not what she had in mind.

She has been very accomodating and understanding as well, losing sleep from me pvping and yelling over skype. But I know I should never take that for granted.

So here I am saying how sorry I am for being such a bad boyfriend for the last 2 weeks and to say how much I really love her for being so awesome in my times of gaming addiction.

However I have taken it easier on street fighter 4 (lol yes another game) and have learnt to properly share games with Ashura. I know she feels left out when I get into emo mode after losing and insist on playing on my own to some how get my ego back. Childish I know. Well I learn from mistakes. And now I don't get emo and always let her have her turn and sometimes the whole 3 rounds even.

My resolution for month of May : Get more exercise!

So...I've had many friends who have come over to my place. Having been warned beforehand by many other friends with first hand experience, they take off their shoes in the doorway, greet my parents in the most polite manner they can muster, bow their heads in deepest respect and clasp their hands in front of them to signify their lack of aggression. And then boom, get blown away by the fiercest mom they have ever seen.

Well, having lived for 30 years with my mom, I can confidently say that she is the fiercest and most unreasonable parent amongst all the parents I have seen or even heard of in my circle of friends. Although she has done a few things right, I have promised to myself that I will never repeat the same mistakes and subject my kids to the torturous existence that I have gone through. =)

Here are some of the things I will or will not inflict upon my children. (Speaking to them in the first person seems more meaningful.)

1)I will beat you if needed.(with a cane or a stick)
2)I will make you swim every week.
3)I will not show favoritism.
4)I will not overfeed you.
5)I will feed you dinner before 7pm every day.
6)I will not limit your time at the computer.
7)I will let you organise your own time.
8)You will have to show me that you can finish your daily schoolwork on time.
9)I will never lock you out of the house.
10)I will not condemn your lovers of the opposite sex.
11)I will not cut up your school uniform.
12)I will not call the police on you.
13)I will not ask your school teachers to discipline you.
14)I will train you in the mystical arts of street fighter to avenge my defeats at bugis arcade.
15)Your daily allowance will come as part cash, part food and part tokens.
16)I will not tolerate a PVE over PVP mentality in the family.
additional remarks
16a)Do not pull aggro when your dad is tanking.
16b)Your dad loves to trash talk. It is trash talk. No more no less.
16c)Learn to play properly. Your dad is very pro. People expect no less of his children.
16d)The cane is right next to me. Do not be a loot whore.

17)I will support your additional financial needs as long as you use this priviledge sparingly.
18)I take a very tough stand on drugs and this will be emphasized again and again from young.
19)Smoking is ok as long as u do not take my cigarettes.
20)I will not tolerate sleeping in the toilet unlike what auntie Iris practises.
21)If auntie Annie wants u to greet her as uncle leo, just stick to the former.
22)Do not accumulate loans or make it a habit to borrow money.
23)The Dark Ronin name is a legacy from your parents. Do not tarnish the name.
24)I will demand the same respect from you as I give you.
25)Mom may eat alot, do not follow in her footsteps. She has an extremely high metabolism.
26)Mom is very stubborn give in to her.
27)Mom has a strong ego, be understanding.
28)If Mom wants to know how old she looks, the correct answer is 18.
29)Anything that Mom says about Dad should be immediately written down and reported asap.
30)If Mom wants to know who is more pro, just pat her on the back and assure her that she is.
31)If the pizza in the fridge is not yours, do not eat it. Mom will emo.
32)If you need to bargain with Mom for something, bring her a lychee margarita.
33)Everytime you remind Mom of how awesome Dad is, I will put a dollar in your piggybank.
34)If you see Mom getting very touchy (physically) with Dad, stop everything and go to bed.

Well, this is about all I have time for. Will post again when I can.

So after 12-13 years, one would think that I'd know you inside out.
Truth is, I barely know you at all.

On the outside, you put on a strong front.
On the inside, you are a tangle of emotions and memories.

You find solace in my friendship, you see your untainted reflection in my eyes.
You know that I do not judge, yet you hide you do not want me to see.

Are you perhaps ashamed that we are worlds apart?
I call you friend, brother even, and deep down inside you know I do not lie.

Many years back, you woke me up to tell me you were going away.
I knew not what you meant.

"How long I asked?"
"A long time." you replied.

You need not have been alone.
All you had to do was trust in me.

We finally met again, after many years.
Perhaps I was the first friend you remembered,
You were definitely not last in my mind.

Now we walk our own paths, and very different paths they are.
I walk hand in hand, with a few of my closest friends.
I trust them all, and I know I would do anything for them as they would for me.
I give to them as they give to me.

I glance out into the distance, and I see you watching me closely
Curiously examining every single step I take.
I am worried, for how can you walk your own difficult path,
If you keep both eyes on me?

As expected, you stumble and you slip.
I hold out a helping hand, and for a few fleeting moments, you catch your balance.
I try to warn you, but you know my words before I speak them.
You read them out to me, but they sound empty and hollow.

You hear the sound of your own empty promises,
And you can feel your own hollowness.
Something inside you cries out in the darkness
For strength? For forgiveness? For respect?
I do not know.

You decide to walk in the shadows in which you are familar with.
And as before, I lose sight of you.
The torch that you took from my hand burns but momentarily,
And the light soon disappears.
Perhaps the flickering lights you saw in the distance disappeared as well.
They were never the stars you thought you saw.

You promised to return my torch,
Yet it lingers not in my mind.
I worry for the path you were meant to tread is close to mine.
But when I look over, it is empty.

I cannot see far into the darkness,
And I hear not your footsteps any longer.
My heart is heavy.


Lyrics from my favorite song.

Believe by Savatage

So after all these one night stands
You've ended up with heart in hand
A child alone, On your own, Retreating
Regretful for the things you're not
And all dreams you haven't got
Without a home, A heart of stone, Lies bleeding
And for all the roads you followed
And for all you did not find
And for all the things you had to leave behind

I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark
I hear your screams
Don't turn away
Just take my hand
And when you make your final stand
I'll be right there
I'll never leave
All I ask of you is
Believe

Your childhood eyes were so intense
While bartering your innocence
For bits of string, Grown-up wings, You needed
But when you had to add them up
You found that they were not enough
To get you in, Pay for sins repeated
And for all the years you borrowed
And for all the tears you cried
And for all the fears you had to keep inside

I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark
I hear your screams
Don't turn away
Just take my hand
And when you make your final stand
I'll be right there
I'll never leave
And all I ask of you is
Believe

Hi, it's Asra :D

Feudie's too lazy to get a blog template by himself so he bribed me into doing it for him for a free dinner. So basically, I copied a nice template and just roughly did up the sections for him until the lazy ass edits them himself.

Toodles~