Indifference

"People who play the PSP are dumb. Let me rephrase, people who play the PSP are idiots!"

My housemate suddenly said that to me last night.

Me : What did you say? Why do you say that?

Homie : Coz the screen for the PSP is so small. Who the hell would wanna game on it.

Me : Dude, its a fucking handheld. It is meant to be small.

Homie : Whatever. The screen is too small. Gaming is only fun on big screens.

Me : So, what games do you play?

Homie : Lets play Age of Empires II. I love that game.

Me : -_-"



I hate people who make comparisons between things that are of different class to begin with. A handheld is meant to be small, light and portable. And my housemate is comparing it to a console which is meant to be stationary and connected to an external display. How can someone compare things of different class with different purposes? It's like comparing guns of different classes.

"Dude, why aren't you hunting racoons with a missile launchers?"

I wonder why do I even bother explaining to people who aren't even interested in the first place. Firstly, most of them haven't even tried out the stuff that they are criticizing. And most of them are so stucked with their own opinions that whatever others say wouldn't even matter. I still get people saying "What is so fun about fishing? If you want fish, just get them at the market!" I've had enough with these kinda statements. The next time somebody ask me something similar, my reply would be "Fuck off!"

Plus. Who the hell plays Age of Empires II nowadays. That is ancient history.

Static

I finally figured out that I have a fetish for stationary objects. The latest addition for this fetish of mine would be my back bumper.

I still can't believe I reversed right into my gate last night. It was just a simple reverse, but I soon heard the crunching of metal. My first reaction was repark nicely, turn off my head lights, and hide for a while. Not even sure why I did that. It was a reaction. After making sure that there were no neighbours looking, I reversed out again and drove off.

A small portion of my car's back was crumpled. It really looks like a crushed tin can. This car will be gone before I even know it. Soon...soon...

Lets see. So far, I've rammed a lamp post, a no parking sign, a divider and my gate. All none moving huge ass objects. No problems with moving objects so far. Or has the moving objects been doing the avoiding. Sigh. My dad had been weeping ever since he passed me the car. He was driving it for a few months and he kept it in tip top condition. I've only had it for a few months and its heading towards eternal damnation.