Touch touch

The reason why I am so unattached to my phone is because I have a certain level of dislike to touch screen phones. Firstly, my phone lags a lot. If I try to text while listening to music, it's like waiting for your ancient laptop trying to start up. It's annoying. And these days it is so hard to text without making typos and having to delete the whole sentence just to get back to that typo (which does not happen to phones with normal keypads)

So generally, I hate touchscreen phones. Mine's not even a smartphone, so I can't download all those interesting games and Pou, causing me to become even more detached to it.

If I were to buy a smartphone one day, the main reason would be to play games on it. And then maybe I'll buy a second phone with regular keypads so that I can reply people's text without feeling so angry all the time.

Sorry people for being such a jerk and replying all your texts 3 hours later. I just hate my phone to the extent of that.

One day...

She was about to fall asleep when her phone suddenly rang. Her phone seldom rings nowadays, and to pick it up only to see the word "Unknown" flashed upon her phone screen made her feel slightly uneasy. She left the ringtone blaring for a few moments, hesitating whether to receive the call or not. 

Finally, she pressed the green button and lazily put the phone to her ears.

"Hello." her voice came out much sleepier than she had expected it to sound.

"Hello, can I speak to Z?" said a male voice from the other end of the line. She thought she had heard wrongly, and pressed the phone harder against her ears.

"Who?" she asked.

"Can I speak to Z? Is he sleeping?" said the male voice again. So she hadn't heard wrongly, and now she didn't know what to say. After one year, she did not expect to be hearing that name being asked from a call to her number. 

"Who is this?" she asked carefully, as if she was talking to a possible serial killer. 

"I'm his friend. Is he not there? Er, who is this?" 

She did not know how to respond to this. It was her principle to not give personal information through the phone to an unknown person. Her name was personal information, especially to somebody who claims to be a friend of Z, her ex-boyfriend. 

“Is this A?” the male voice asked after she let silence take over the phone call.

“Yes.” She had replied out of surprise, and later deeply regretted this.

“Sorry, I thought this was Z’s number. Goodbye.” And the call ended.

She put down her phone and hid her head under her pillow. She was thinking about the phone call. It occurred to her that Z’s current girlfriend had the same name as her. That person could have thought she was that current girlfriend. Apparently she had just finished reading a book, where the conflict was based on coincidence and rationale. She would have preferred the phone call to be a mere coincident, that this person was some other Z’s friend, who coincidentally had a girlfriend named A. Because it bothers her to know that a friend of her ex has her number saved into his phone.

Tomb Raider Reborn

Remember Lara Croft?

A few days before finding out that Square Enix will be releasing a new Tomb Raider game,

I found this picture from my dad's treasure trove (his work cabinet actually)

I really don't know why I didn't finish colouring this.

It was my drawing of Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider games when I was 7 years old. There was a date written at the back of this paper. Friday, 25 September 1998. When I was little, my dad made it compulsory for me to put a date on everything I write or draw. Now I know why.

And then my brother told me about this new Tomb Raider game that's coming out soon this year (probably March. Apparently it has been delayed for quite some time); Tomb Raider Reborn.

I went and watched the trailer and the first few minutes of its demo from that 1 hour ++ video uploaded by IGN. I am excited as fuck. Really. Especially after knowing they will be releasing for the Xbox 360 platform as well. 

Although this new one has completely nothing at all related to the previous Tomb Raider series (because in this one, Lara Croft is a young woman who was only just about to "make her mark" in the map), I am still excited. And obviously, I can't wait to get myself a copy of the game.

This one isn't finished either. Not yet.

I love to see improvements. 

Happiness is subjective

Dato' Sahol VC of UiTM asked through his Twitter just now,

"What is the one thing that makes you happy? Answer honestly."

I found myself stopping to think and ponder upon the answer to that question for a few minutes. It bugs me to believe myself happy but realizing I don't really know why.

I thought, maybe drawing makes me happy. But then again, that's not the only reason.

Most of the times, that's not the main reason either. 

Now, I believe not having the reason to feel sad makes me happy.

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Guilty pleasure.

"Are you free tonight?"

"No, I'm RM10,599.90 tonight."

I have always wanted to say that to somebody.

Lucky Charm

I need motivation. So in order to make myself write, I have to make deadlines for myself. This is the supposed book cover for a story that I am writing. I don't know why is it so hard for me to say I am writing a novel. It is harder even to say I am writing a book. Am I denying my own ambition? Don't I want to see this become realized? I just don't understand. I'm so confused about myself. 

Well this is what I initially imagine it to look like and sound like. It may change (as usual) in time. Roughly, the story will be about a sociophobic (why isn't this a proper word?) girl who met a demon living inside a mysterious ring that she got from a very mysterious old lady in a mysterious trinket/antique store. I am trying to make this sound as magical as possible. 

And lets just hope this time I am motivated enough.