Wenjie’s ramblings as he goes through this thing called life.
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The problem with having pets is that they become so much part of the family, that when they finally rest in peace, it hurts.
The joy they bring is one thing, but all pets have a shorter life span than humans. And the worst thing is with pets, it is almost impossible to know they are unwell since they cannot speak.
Just got news that one of my previous guinea pig that I used to have but now passed now back to its original owner have passed away. Rest in peace, Lala. I will miss you.
So I am now attuned to Karazhan. It was not easy. Getting the three fragments from Steamvault, followed by Shadow Labs and then Arcatraz, and then finally doing the Black Morass. But I am glad that I was always in a party of good players.
It seems like with the expansion, Blizzard is now trying to concentrate on small teams raiding, away from the previous days of 40 men raids. It is all good, because it is easier to find 5 players then finding 40 players. However it also means each player in the 5 men team must do their part, and know what role to play, and play it well. In a 40 men raid, there is more room for mistakes by individuals, but in a 5 men team, any mistake made means a wipe.
This is when I realise that most players in our guild do not really play well. I guess it is fine if they do not play well since it is possible to improve on gameplay, but there are also a few who refused to listen, who refused to acknowledge the fact they do need lots of improvement. Going to such instances with them becomes a chore. It is very difficult to turn down help requests from them, but on the other hand, the time that I have to play is severely limited. It becomes a situation where I am torn between guild progress or my own enjoyment.
Also there are players who keep asking for help in quests and there are times when I really want to go in to get some things done but then had to abandon all my plans and fly halfway across the land just to help them out.
As my guild leader remarked, ‘How nice it was to go back to those carefree playing.’ I guess that is the price we pay for the guild’s progress.
The first trip to Karazhan has been set to this Friday, I wonder if we have enough players attuned for it. Let’s see how it goes.
Prince Harry deploying to Iraq
There ain’t no white horses in the British Army.
I wish I was there now.
I got this from my sister.
The Amazing Death Predictor says I will die :
First Death :
At age 70 you will fall into a tank at a large aquarium and be eaten by suckerfish.
Second Death :
At age 85 you will become lost during a road trip and wind up living out the movie “Wrong Turn”. Sorry for ya.
Third Death :
At age 73 a statue will fall over and crush you while giving your acceptance speech for the position of Governor.
Why are my deaths so boring compared to my sister?
I took this morning to see the doctor. I have been taking the high blood pressure medicine for quite some time now and I think it is time that I see the doctor to check if the medicine is working.
The clinic was as usual busy. There was a brief funny moment when the nurse shouted a lady’s name and asked, “Is this your urine?”. I tried my best not to laugh.
There was some good news from the doctor. The medicine is working. My blood pressure is now within the normal range. However, he asked me to go for my liver, urine and blood test. “Just in case, since everything is related.” I think I will again fail all these tests.
To reward myself for having a normal blood pressure, I am having nasi lemak for lunch. I am just asking for it.
Is she hot or what?
Do you Bling?
‘All men are bastards.‘
It is a line that is often repeated to me by my mei. It was something that I disagree with her previously. True, there may be one or two black sheeps, but most men are not that bad.
Last night she told me what happened to her recently which had me thinking again. I looked at the men around me, the stories related to me by other women and then I realised it was not just one or two black sheeps, but much more than that. It seems everywhere I look, I see unfaithful men. Men who is supposed to be married, some with children, yet making advances on women, having affair with women, and visiting prostitutes. Those men who are not married are having relationships with more than one woman, some more than two.
I guess I can now say this, ‘Not all men are bastards, but most are.‘
