My Hodgy Podgy Self – Second Serving

I find it a bit self-serving writing about myself, which explains the reason why it took me awhile to write a follow up article..( Sheesh, good excuse eh)

Anyways, I just had a busy week and am glad Christmas is almost here. ( wow, see i wrote this in draft coz its almost March now, lol!)

I had a mini reunion with family and relatives during my sister’s wedding last weekend. The thought poked me to write about the pieces about me again:

4. the Daughter – i tend to be stubborn, do things on my own but end up being the good girl at day’s end and follow parent’s orders. Till now that Mom’s a widow and sick and almost at her bed all the time, I still have that kind of fear in me to disappoint her and not hurt her very sensitive feelings especially now.

~~~guess am not in the mood to be in a hodgy podgy mode now, so, so long for the next servings , whenever that maybe 😉

Anarky’s Poetry

Good friends can be can be hard to find, you never know where you will meet one, it can take some time.

When you meet them it can be happenstance, but, if you never try you might miss the chance.

This is a peom about a girl named Anna Louise, a strong, bright, cute one of these.

What can I say about this philippine beauty? She is opinionated and strong, but still quite the cutie.

I could say she’s a real go-getter! She can grab you a coffee and type while you dictate a letter!

But, I wish Not to diminsh her worth with male chauvinist platitudes, I do intend to however laud her attitude.

She will let you know if you are being a jerk, but will still remain calm, how does that work?

If ever there was a person worth knowing, I will tell you now with a smile that is showing.

She’s not a “Firecracker” or a “Pistol”, but, she IS “The Bomb”!……and a girl….nay! a Woman you would take home to Mom!

In conclusion, yes I know I have gone on too long. If you don’t love Anna Louise? then something is wrong!

– posting a poem by my good friend Jay which he did after threatening I won’t click his requests and posts in Mafia..peace JKN 🙂

Mafia Wars: Some Random Thoughts of Louise, Maniac, Lvl 701

Facebook gives me the creeps. Both in a good and bad way. Well, good news first, it sucks up idle time and keeps the sleepyhead in me up on my toes till the wee (and unholy) hours of the morning. Aside from the given plus of FB as we  all know, connecting friends, classmates, cousins, strangers for games and all the connections possible under the sun, I realized I could play a computer game.

Well, I did level up a few back then in a couple of Nintendo Game and Watch games called Egg and Donkey Kong but that was it.  A few years after that, with the now relic thing called family computer, I was also unsuccessfully desperate  to save the princess in Mario Bros. Then there was Ice Climber, LOL, that game was so funny I would always fall through the layers of ice before I reach the peak, and yeah, the paths were so slippery, I always tripped. Clumsy me.

Early 2009 when I was newbie in FB and the walls were boring like a ghost town ( I only had like 15 friends), I got busy cooking in Restaurant City , opened my own virtual cafe and increased my friends to 300, traded ingredients here and there and levelled up to the maximum. The virtual business was a success, expanded my space with the help of my virtual crew of 8.  I got bored and left, and didn’t come back for a long time now. ( My crew is prolly be dead right now anyways).

Then I stumbled upon Mafia Wars by the end of June.  There, I was introduced to whole new world of robbers, hitlisters, fighters, killers. I played with the keys and started to increase my own mafia, slowly adding up till I reached 1ooo plus members, as of this writing. I don’t exactly understand at the beginning why it would be fun just clicking buttons to fight and use energy and stamina without seeing it in action, like we do in boxing matches or the like.

Apparently,  I have learned to appreciate and love the game , because I am still clicking to master challenges and declare wars and ask for loots for almost 16 months now and counting.

Sure, it bothers me when I wake up to see my properties  being robbed big time in New York City but I don’t worry cause I can always rob them back. Yes, I do have virtual properties in New York, Bangkok, Moscow, Cuba and Las Vegas, the latest being Italy which opened officially today, Oct.22.

Also, it is only in Mafia where I own billions and millions in bank in all of those cities mentioned. Yes, only in Mafia. Drool.

Some hard lessons in Mafia are :

If you don’t want to be robbed, snuffed in fights and beaten till your iced , invest in good weapons and vehicles ( and loots), always remember to bank your money, increase your defense and attack stats; and never never leave your health above 20 before you sleep.

I can rant the whole day about Mafia but then there’s a very crucial thing called work and bills, jolting me back to the real world. Sometimes I play more than I work, that isn’t good eh, so it takes real discipline in keeping your fingers from logging in FB every 20 minutes or so.

But hey, it is fun while it lasts.

The Ficklest and the Fickle

Things happen so fast in this day and age that we try every bit and end to catch up. To the ambitious, it is a no-no to be left behind and it is mortal sin to let fresh opportunities pass under your nose. Mediocrity is boring and tends to be associated with the weak.

I’d like to believe  I am one of those ambitious few. New things fascinate me. Interesting connections  and new places to go spice up my fancy. But there is a downside in all of these.  I easily get overwhelmed with the hype of it all and the excitement is not sufficient to last. Simply put, most times I need that push to stay up there or I’ll surely fall back down.

I know it’s all about focus but sometimes my rather smart thinking tells me that acceptance won’t hurt. There are times that no matter how much you pull your hair out just to reach that something, you still get nothing.

I am not perfect and neither am I too intelligent but it doesn’t take much to simply let go of things that can never be. Maybe it is not yet meant to be now at the present, maybe it never is in the first place.

And so here I am, just savoring each day as it comes, still hopeful for some dreams to present themselves as reality. But duh, I’m not as uptight and fussy like before.

On the brighter side, I would  love pleasant surprises. That would definitely feel much better..