Music: Drops of Jupiter – Tanya Chua [ 10:48 am, my room ]
It has been a while since the last time I played a delightful computer game. The hell I play computer games.
When my brother had his first notebook computer in 2004, I grabbed every chance to set foot in his room for always. After what seemed like forever, I discovered his password. I learned how to play Age of Empires without asking his very permission to use his computer. I knew then that he will not even let me touch his beloved possession, what more coercing him to let me learn a game. Had he discovered my reticent secret, our father would have chided me in gazillions.
Leastwise, I never envied Ivan’s having a computer. Anyway, it is a birthday gift from our parents. What matters to me is that I enjoyed the little moments I had with that laptop.
Last year, my brother unexpectedly won a brand new laptop from a television program just by answering a very simple question through SMS. He doused himself on his newest beloved possession as I content myself on the old one. His kind heart made me grateful to him for months.
Despite the fact that I have a computer, I never knew how to play Counter Strike, Ragnarok, Warcraft, DoTA, RAN, Gunbound and the like. I usually use my computer on doing homeworks, surfing the net, not on playing online games. But then, for some reasons, I became so ardent on learning one. Here comes O2Jam on this paragraph. I never thought of playing an interpersonal game that has the magic power to boost my senses and the utter allowance to forget my problems just for a while.
Last night, when I was so ecstatic on reaching Level 6, thunder of knocks on the door to my room made me jump off my seat. I hurriedly closed the application, closed my laptop, and learned that my mother was the one knocking.
“Why not sleep?” I was most likely bashed with her words as she returned to her room leaving the door ajar. As far as I know, the shorter her statement is, the more she abhors what I am doing, the more she hates me.
I just want to have some fun on this, Mom, I was about to riposte. But my inner scruples advised me not to.
