华语的美

我好久没说华语了。

突然间害怕，万一有一天一句话都说话不出，怎么办呢？现在在我周围的人，没有一个喜欢用华语沟通。好想念当年在上海的那期间，每天都得说华语，而且，常常被取笑。。 好玩啊，好玩。

华人，本来就应该说华语。。。但，世界变了。我也变成一块熟透的香蕉。

华语，你的钥匙在哪里？

Call of Duty

It was a Wednesday evening, and one link led to another, and then suddenly I was watching all 10plus webisodes of Clueless Gamer with Conan O Brian. It is hilarious, by the way.

http://teamcoco.com/video/70298/clueless-gamer-conan-reviews-grand-theft-auto-v

And then I had the itch to play a game again. I think ever since The Sims in 2009, I've not touched another game-game. And no, hand phone games don't count.

The woe of being a Mac user is that there aren't much games around, so I looked around the Internet to see what will be a cool game to play. I'm so out of date with the latest games anyway. DoTA? Don't know. League of Legends? Whatever. As I read reviews after reviews, the game Call of Duty came up. It's a first-person shooter, and it has already spawned 4 titles plus many spin-offs. Upon looking at the App Store, I found the original 2003 Call of Duty at $20. The latest one is $69. Okay! $20 it is!!

So, for the past few nights, I've been gunning down Nazis (in Beginner mode, of course), and tonight, I'm happy to say that I have completed the single-player campaign! Without cheats too, mind you.  Hee. It was a thrilling ride, and the graphics looked great even though it was from the last decade! And the gameplay, wow.. For 1 mission I was a Soviet peasant escaping missiles and bombs, without a gun, along with so many other AI peasants. It really forces perspective of the war on you. 

Well, it is a nice way of escaping our stressful lives. But of course, not too much, or we'll get sucked into it. That said, it was really fantastic to storm into a desolate city with your AI teammates, all guns blazing. Hah!

Maybe something milder next time.. Maybe.

When angry, do not sin.

I don't know what came over me today. I was slightly annoyed by a casual comment that seemed weighted. And with the lack of sleep, it made the mood worse.

However, rather than lung straight at the culprit, I decided to wait.

After 4 hours, 2 coffees and a slightly more alert mind, the anger evaporated. Then the analysis began. What do I do next?

And of course, with this approach, I managed to avoid a nasty quarrel which may end up becoming a futile argument about nothing in particular.

It's good. I mean, it's God.

No one else can change the heart, like You do.