Another personality test below. Lame, I know. But people always like it once in a while =9

Can’t say they’re accurate. Some things sound too stereotypical and I’m not even sure I fall into those categories, I’m really not that social. I’m interested in the definition of ‘Adventurousness’ though, since it’s the trait that I got the highest score at (90%).

Adventurousness - does not worry about consequences, tends to do dangerous things without adequate precautions, always seeking new challenges, unpredictable, lives for pleasure, loves physical exertion, loves to test their strength, more desire than fear, loves night life and crowds, adrenaline junkie, impulsive, enjoys fighting, open to pretty much anything, believes that fun is the most important thing in life, loves to exercise, not opposed to breaking laws, prefers the unfamiliar to the familiar, prefers autonomy, likes to perform, ambitious, uninhibited, likes camping, erotic, likes to lead, most people think they are crazy, remains calm when others panic, cannot sit still, has an all or nothing personality, self promoting, risk taker, brave, likes to be different

Now that’s what you call extreme…

I talked about Dreamfall a while ago. A very anticipated game, got it off a friend. I started playing it yesterday. And let me know my first impression:

I HATE THE CAMERA. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT.

There I say it. It’s clunky, it’s frustating, it goes anywhere but the spot that you wanna look at. Where the heck is the calm-friendly-fixed camera of every adventure game ever made? There is a reason why it has worked for so many games over so long period of time. Argh! I can’t tell you how many times my character bumped the camera and all I could see is her big face covering the screen. Not to mention all the times it SLIDES OVER the spot that I need to see like a crazy carousel.

Developers at Funcom, if you read this, I’m sorry for my bluntness. I do hope it gets better the more I play it.

Below is Japanese duo whose songs had accompanied me days and nights many moons ago. Today was actually my first time too see their pictures (below).

Who doesn’t doubt the gender of these two people, raise their hand. I had to check a few websites to make sure that they’re really guys. Especially the one of the right. I mean, seriously. They remind me of the typical girly male characters that we all find in Japanese manga, game, or anime. Now you know where the authors get the pictures from. They are real people. Breathing and singing like all of us.

Thanks to youtube and my marvelous internet connection in Singapore, I present you the video clip of Kinki Kids! It’s sort of a mixed collection of some songs, a good video to have a rough idea of what melody they sing. Sure, the costumes are hysterically laughable. I don’t even know on which era they did this. But lo and behold, “every single released since their debut had been number one, giving them a place in the Guinness Book of World Records.” All 23 of them! (source from here and here)

If that’s not your taste, you might wanna listen to this other one below. I’ve been playing it countless times since this morning too. The song reminds me of a soundtrack of some Japanese anime. Let me know if you know.

My ex-colleague just told me that the place where I sat before is now replaced with a spit bucket where the guy next to it can spit anytime he likes.

I haven’t told you about the guy-who-spits. So there was this one guy who sat next to me. He’s sick all the time for some reason (Personally I think it’s because of all the junk food and fizzy drink he’s consuming). And when he’s sick, he needs to spit. To a garbage bin in the office. Any garbage bin. Sometimes he went around to talk to people and spit in their bins. With a loud noise too. Everybody in the room could hear it. Everybody in the next rooms too. I prayed to heavens that I don’t ever need to see the mucus, either the one coming from his mouth or the one in the bins, which is quite an effort thinking that I was sitting about a metre away from him. God loves me, so somehow he always spit to his other side, not my side, facing away from me. I always kicked the bin near me so far inside, under the table, so there would be little to no chance that he saw it and thought it’d be a good spitting bucket.

So that’s the story about the guy-who-spits. He may be spitting at this very moment I typed these letters. He’s really a nice guy. So I hope if by any chance he, or someone who knows him, read this, he wouldn’t take it personally. It’s not him, it’s the spitting. After all, one day in one way or another someone has to tell him that spitting in people’s bin is really not cool.