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Browsing entries posted on September 2004
Sick as a parrot
I’ve not had the best of weeks. It’s not the stress that’s the problem. I’ve had worse. It’s like Destiny spilled ink on his great big book and blotted out everything concerning my personal life. Bollocks of a week.
I have an assignment due tomorrow and my group isn’t doing anything towards getting it printed, bound and on its way to getting graded. This may not be a fair accusation, because we were supposed to have a meeting last week to work out all the details, but somehow it was postponed, and the next thing we know, the lecturer is reminding us that we have 72 hours to hand it up. Much nail-biting commences. It’s a difficult proposition for me especially, because the topic I’m doing is so obscure that no papers have been written on it, and there isn’t any statistical data on it. Being as I am a fresh undergraduate and not an esteemed academic, I can’t jolly well go to the Ministry of Manpower and ask them for statistics on the number of foreign workers in the petroleum industry. In fact, I’m not sure how people go about procuring such data. As such, I have absolutely nothing concrete on the topic. Just a lot of hot air.
My boyfriend and I went to watch ‘Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle’. It’s awfully funny. Awful because it’s got its fair share of gross jokes related to bodily fluids and functions, and funny because I think toilet humour is funny. No, really, it’s a good movie. It’s quite surreal at times. I suppose it’s the closest I’ll come to seeing psychedelic colours while trippin’ on LSD. It was rated M-18, which means you have to be 18 to see it. That’s the second-highest rating in Singapore, the next one is R-21. I soon figured out why it was rated 18. Apart from the expletives spewing everywhere, and the middle fingers and sexual references, there was nudity. I swear, I never thought Singapore would allow such things to be shown in a movie theatre. Or anywhere for that matter. It came as a bit of a shock to see it there. So for all you people out there who think Singaporeans are a straight-laced, unfeeling bunch of androids.. well, they’re not androids in the first place, but if they were, imagine that the government programmed them to be horny! Hoo yeah.
I think I ate something that didn’t agree with me, because I woke up several times in the night with a seizing stomachache. It was awful. I hate getting out of bed to go to the toilet. And it actually happened 3 times, so I had a pretty rough night. In fact, I don’t think it’s settled down yet. Urgh. My stomach’s not just upset, it’s raging mad at me.
I took my chocolate out of J’s fridge, because I felt it wasn’t appropriate for me to keep going to his room and spending long periods of time there. What usually happens is, I go down to get my choc, chat a while with him, and eventually end up watching Monty Python until the wee hours of the morning. This isn’t at all a good time-management plan if you’re hoping to maintain a CGPA of 3.5. I’m one of those people who believe that your grades can improve if only you spent more time on your work. Comprehension of the subject doesn’t really matter, you’ll get it if you spend 3 hours a day staring at your notes, trying to sear the images into your brain. Yes, like wine, grades improve with time. (Although I think my reasoning has totally gone off track, because I’m not operating at full sanity.)
The undergrad life has lost its lustre for me. I just feel like another working drone.
To old friendships renewed and library books
I took a risk that day looking for an old friend of mine I knew back in secondary school. Our university has a massive email address list, if you’re looking for somebody you type in their name and tada! you have their email address. This friend of mine was supposed to enter the same university as me, but I’d lost touch with him. So I entered his name into the search field and came up with an exact match. The niggling thing was, this person was a freshman just like me, and my friend should have been a sophomore. But I sent off an email to him anyway, explaining that I hoped I had the right person.
2 days later I had a reply, it was my friend! I was delighted to find him again. In a campus as large as this, even friends from my junior college days are hard to find, much less from high school, which was 3 years and 200 miles ago. I haven’t seen him for more than 2 years, and in the meantime I think we’ve both changed a lot. I know what he’ll probably say when he sees me again: “You still look the same!” Everyone tells me that. It’s a bit sad, because you’d think that going to college would give you a polish you didn’t have when you were still a schoolkid.
I had a scholarship interview on the 21st, and I think I screwed it up royally. I’m probably the antithesis of what they’re looking for. The scholarship committee, from past experience, has a definite bias against Arts students, and I’m probably the embodiment of everything they dislike about us poor Arts people. They love Science and Engineering students though, probably because they’ll make better workers and are more worth spending money on.
As if to join me in my black mood, it rained heavily later and continued all day. It wasn’t just torrential. That I can take. It was enduring. It’d stop for a breather, and you’d say, “Oh good, the rain’s stopped”, and it’d start again as though it was laughing in your face. On top of that I had a library book due that day, but no way was I going to the library in that sort of weather. Our campus is full of mounds, slopes and hills. And I happen to live at one of the lowest parts, so for me to go anywhere it’s literally an uphill struggle. I guess I was somehow irrationally afraid that a gush of rainwater would wash down the hill, and me with it.
But! technology is a good thing. Very good thing sometimes. I found out that all I had to do was log on to the library portal and access my borrowing records, and from there I renewed my loan. Hah! Take that, capricious weather-determining beings! I’m nearly done with the book, so it probably will be returned on time now.
Today is the last day of our break, so starting tomorrow it’s back to dressing decently and going for classes… sigh. And neglecting my Tamagotchis again. They haven’t suffered, they grew into quite adorable and beautiful teenagers, and this augurs well for their adult form. I want to get the ‘best’ adult, which apparently comes only through good care. That’s the only reason I’m still playing with them. The caretaking gets repetitive after a while, but it’s the outcomes that keep me guessing.
Somebody in the hall called me cute yesterday. He really made my day =)
little potato-heads
I couldn’t get out of bed today. This is getting to be a rather disturbing habit, because I used to jump up once the alarm went off. I was going to go to church today, so we had to get up at 7, but I went off to brush my teeth and fell back into bed. The next time I saw the clock, it was already 12 noon.
I was also supposed to go for a carwash at ECP, but ended up hanging around the room and later shopping for groceries instead. But it turned out to be okay after all, because the club manager from downstairs told me that the carwash was very slow, even though ECP is a popular weekend hangout.
I’m starting to think that uni life breeds indiscipline. I’m in the middle of 4 books, one of which has to be returned on Tuesday, one more of which must be finished in a month, and a 3rd one was borrowed from a friend. I used to just devour books, reading them at breakfast, lunch and dinner. I think having to cook your own meals and then eating them out of a microwave dish isn’t particularly conducive to reading.
We went to McDonalds yesterday to try the seafood menu with prawns. It’s overrated. I like the idea of having a low-cholesterol choice of meals, but it’s ridiculously overpriced. I’ll stick to my ol’ Filet-o-fish and Fish McDippers. That’s if they can even convince me to enter their restaurant at all. I personally prefer Burger King, because they grill their patties. And also because you can substitute the fizzy drink with barley. I realise I’m overly picky about fast food, but I don’t think eating fast food means I have to eat unhealthful food. Choices are there for us to make!
The babies turned into those blobby things with a bumpy head, I think they’re called Kinakomatchi or something like that. Odd-looking creatures. They really remind me of potatoes. I once had a classmate who was trying to draw a portrait of me, and she remarked that my nose looked like a potato. I guess she said that because it was all misshapen. It still is.
The Catholic Church in Singapore is strongly against the idea of building a casino here, because it will entrap people with dreams of easy money and encourage greed. I understand their objections, and it does seem like a terribly crude and vulgar idea, because it all revolves around money. The gamblers want to make big money quick, and the government wants to increase tax revenue. It just seems so sad somehow.. the exploitation of people’s dreams for money. I don’t have much to say on this subject, because I’m not much of a gambler. I’m just speaking out against the cynicism of the whole idea. I want to retreat into a happy little world where the food is fat-free and the air is smoke-free. I am just another disappointed idealist, I suppose. More of this and I’ll become a hardened cynic.
busty dancers and baby blankets
Papers have been handed up, lectures are done with and I’m on my mid term break! *subconscious: it’s halfway through the term already?* I mated the tamagotchis this morning. I didn’t intend to, I was just connecting the infrared, but instead of the girl tama hovering in the upper left and a gift appearing, they faced each other head on, and the next thing i knew there were fireworks and babies. Two little baby girls who seem to have lopsided eyes. Hmm. It’s strangely adorable yet somehow disconcerting.
I had to go pound on J’s door twice today to wake him up so that he could go and pay the hostel fees. Apparently they’ll kick him out if he doesn’t pay up. Actually, it’s not that he doesn’t want to pay. It’s more like he forgets to pay. Technology is wasted on him, he has a shiny new PDA and doesn’t use it to remind himself of things. Doesn’t that just piss you off? People who have lovely new gadgets and don’t know how to use them properly in order to get the fullest benefit. He was going to rant about stairs today in his blog, but I think I’ll steal that idea from him. Or I won’t, after all. I don’t really have a problem with stairs. They’re mighty useful things. I’d rather climb stairs than a steep slope anyhow.
Tamagotchis are big on whimsicality. The parent tama has a big blanket and the baby has a tiny one. Aw, so adorable. My roommate thinks I’m nuts, because all she sees is a bunch of dots. Well… I don’t deny that that is indeed what they are. In fact they’re not even a unique bunch of dots. I have experimented and it is true, there is no randomizer on these things. Tamas hatched at the same will do things such as get sick and cry at the same time. It’s all predetermined. Which brings us to a question: If tamas actually had an intelligence similar to ours, would they believe in fate? Muahahaha! That seems to me a very stupid yet profound question. Stupid because it’s about a bunch of toys, profound because it brings up deeper questions of how humanity got its faith. How do we know we’re not just playthings of a higher being? Of course you could debate that we have free will, but what if it’s just a semblance of free will? You can’t control when a car is going to come speeding down a road and run you over. You don’t have that kind of prescience. Hmm… deep thinking indeed.
There’s a girl in hall who seems to be very busty. She’s not a big girl, only about my height, but it looks like she’s a C cup. Or at least a very big B cup. And her bust is higher than I’ve seen on other girls. You can’t help but look, because there just seems to be something out of the ordinary about her. But I think I’ve figured out why. She was wearing a T-shirt that said “Royal Dance Academy Summer School”. Now, there’s no royalty in this country, but I’ll assume she went on one of those ridiculously expensive summer courses. That explains it. She’s a dancer, and unlike the rest of us spineless jellyfish, her posture is ‘chest out, shoulders back’. Which, when you’re a girl, makes certain parts of your body very prominent.
I had an idea today, that uni students should have 2 bedtimes. One would be early bedtime, around 9 pm, and we’d sleep until perhaps 12 midnight. Then we would awake and continue studying until 4 am. Then sleep. Uni students don’t usually sleep before midnight anyway, so this seems like a good plan. But I won’t be following it. As it is, my body clock has totally rewired itself. At 2 in the morning I’m still up for a cup of tea. Normally at that hour I’d be fighting sleep. But now I have serious problems waking up. I set the alarm for 8, it goes off, I switch it off and don’t stir again till 9. That never used to happen! I’d get up immediately! What has hall life done to me…
If you managed to get through college or university without becoming some sort of strange nocturnal creature, let me know how you did it.
Delight and delirium again
Older than suns, older than gods, forever youngest of the seven who do not age…
-From Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman-
It’s been a funny day. The little tamagotchis have grown up, they’re madly in love with each other and they’ll probably want to have babies soon. Me, I slept in and skipped my Philosophy lecture. I was up till 2 am last night writing my paper.
I presented said paper to my tutor today, and he was not too rough with it. He said it was interesting reading, and then pointed out that my entire argument was based on technology not available to us now, or to Plato then. So I had to cut out all the tech bits, and presented it to him again. He was very helpful, gave me a few pointers and at least I walked out with a compliment. He said it read well. That’s a joy to know. They always used to tell us in school that your essays shouldn’t be a burden to read. It’s good to know that I still have the flair with words.
The organisers of our prom night approached my roommate and I, to invite us to join the committee. Wow. Finally. They turned me down before, and now they’re asking us to join! We’re coming in late because some of the committee members had other commitments and had to give up their posts. Well, bully for me! Things always work out in the end. I have to remember that.
The lady from my church’s prison ministry called to make contact with me and tell me some things about prison ministry. In light of my new commitments, I don’t know if I can continue with ministry. Also, I’m really worried that I’m not mature enough in Christ to lead them properly. I really want to do a good job, but basically I just want to be their friend and let them know that society isn’t all against them. It’s my little way of being a social activist.
Isn’t it funny the way things always happen all at once? A month ago, I had to handle a triple rejection from the interviews. Now I’m suddenly holding posts in hall, and awaiting an interview for a scholarship… If this is a roll, please let it continue. Until Tuesday at least.
My senior said that I’m so busy because I belong to a select group of people in hall who are happening and make things happen. I never thought of myself that way. I though I had stereotyped myself by acting like a total bimbo during orientation, and that I’d probably talked myself out of any posts. I never thought I could be “in”. Wow. Power is going to my head.. hee hee. I hope I can make this a lesson to myself to behave properly so I don’t have to worry about other people’s judgement. Or perhaps I shouldn’t worry about their judgement AT ALL.
I’m on top of the world. Thank you Lord.
tamagotchi cheat sheet
This is for all the Tamagotchi geeks out there, who can’t just rely on the care manual but have to have first-hand experience from someone else, just so they can be sure…
Things the manual doesn’t tell you.
Health Meter: Generally, this thing is pretty accurate, but you can still feed your tamas meals even if their Hungry hearts are full. But you can only give them one or two before they refuse you, whereas if they were really hungry, they’d eat 3.
Food: Meals are meals, there’s not much to say about them that isn’t mentioned above. Snacks, however, aren’t as evil as they seem. They make your pet happy, and fatten them up. Mine used to be barely above base weight, and they wouldn’t play games until I fed them a snack. Now, if I’m busy, I just give them snacks to keep them happy. As long as it’s not grossly overweight, your pet should be fine. Anyway you can always work off the weight.
Toilet: It is true that they go every 3 hours, but the timing varies. Mine go at different times every day. Just note the timing of the first one and count from there. You can catch them beforehand, stinkwaves appear and if you press the Toilet option then, they’ll go on a potty or a toilet bowl, depending on their age. It’s funny in a Crayon Shin-chan manner.
Games: It’s probably true that after 30 jumps, you’ll get a surprise. The problem is getting to 30. My best so far is 25. It gets faster as you pass 10, 15, 20, and 25. I don’t know for sure what the reward is, though. If you get more than 10 jumps, your pet will gain 2 Happy hearts. I’ve figured out that the best time to jump is after they take 4 steps. White blobs don’t have feet, they sort of squiggle, but I guess you can count each squiggle as a step. 4 steps and jump. That’s my basic.
Infra-red: I found that if you press the B buttons simultaneously to go to the standby screen, then press either tama’s B button to proceed, there is a 70% chance that one tama will go visit the other. There’s no guarantee, but I routinely do this and it produces results. The games and results are still pretty much up to them, though. Losing one game won’t upset your pet, but two or three will cause it to lose Happy hearts. Pity getting presents doesn’t increase Happy hearts.
Discipline: The manual was quite useless in this respect. Basically, if they call you and/or the Attention icon is lit up (I keep my tamas on silent), and they’re happily bouncing across the screen, do not hesitate to punish them. This is the tama equivalent of tugging on your sleeve. Don’t let them grow up into needy adults! You praise them when they are in a bad mood, to make them happy. Babies and children will cry for no reason, with streams of tears coming out (how Japanese). Praise will make them happy again. As teenagers and adults, they will turn their backs on you, and a “moody cloud” will hover around their heads. They’re feeling unappreciated, perhaps.
Health: Only used when your tamas are sick. A skull or a tooth icon indicates that your pet needs medicine. Mine got a toothache because I fed her 2 snacks, and she refused the 3rd one and a toothache appeared. Generally, I haven’t had to give them more than one dose, but it differs among tamas. Mine are Ichigotchi.
Lights: You have to switch the lights off when they fall asleep, but if you decide to have a look at them later, it’s okay to switch on the lights. This function is just there to see if you care.
Notebook: The tama’s Little Black Book. A list of friends, their names and gender, and the level of friendship is shown. Only adult tamagotchis of opposite sexes will become partners or lovers. It doesn’t take much to reach best friend status, they get close pretty fast. You can “part” with friends as well, because the capacity of the notebook is limited.
Matchmaker: On the Web she’s also known as Mrs. Busybody… this is the option for single tama owners, or if both your tamas are the same sex. This old lady will come in through a door (that’s what it looks like to me) and ask if you’re lonely. Say yes, and she’ll find you a mate. Basically the only time this happened, I wasn’t paying attention, I selected “yes” and next thing I knew there were fireworks and suddenly a tiny black blob (the baby) next to my pet. This is, in my opinion, a bit of a killer app for the tama. You can’t just declare that you’ve given up after it dies, like I did with the original. They can have babies, and keep going on and on and on.. producing generations to keep you occupied. In which case you either have to turn down Mrs. Busybody’s match-finding services, or you take out the battery. There.
Birthdays: On the morning of the birthday date, which you entered, the tama will play a happy melody (not “Happy birthday”, I’m afraid) and show fireworks and be happy for you. Mine did this on my boyfriend’s birthday, twice. Once when it woke up and once at lunchtime.
Screensavers: These are sort of like Easter Eggs in the software. Left on their own long enough (I don’t mean neglect them, they just do this when they’re idle), your tamas will do funny things at times, depending on the character and growth stage.
Children (the white blob) roll around the bottom of the screen. It’s like cartwheels, except that they have no hands.
Teenagers (the strawberry) sing and dance. This is very cute to watch, they step from foot to foot and smile. Strawberry pets also have a disconcerting habit of running 3 steps, jumping then falling flat on their faces. Seems a little self-destructive to me. Either that or they’re just clumsy.
Adults (the masked one) watch tv. The first time this happened, I didn’t know what was happening, so I pressed a button and everything returned to normal. Just leave them to it.
I’ll probably update this post as I go along, I’ve only had mine for 2 weeks, and there’s not a lot of characters I’ve had time to acquaint myself with. Leave me a comment and tell me how are your tamas doing!
Delight and delirium
I am quite delighted today! It was my boyfriend’s birthday. The boy Tamagotchi showed fireworks and a birthday cake to wish him happy birthday. Cute ain’t it?
I bought him an extremely simple present, a small tin of cookies. They were Winnie the Pooh cookies, and his tin had Tigger on it. He rejected the Eeyore one because it was pink. The tins are just so darn adorable! And they were such a bargain. I might just buy one set to give to my cousins, because my cousins are darn adorable too!
I read another volume of The Sandman today. It keeps getting better and better, now that the rest of the Endless are being fleshed out properly. Delirium is a joy to read. She reminds me of myself. Broken sentences and absolutely irrelevant questions. However, I’m not disturbed or unbalanced like she is. But the comic shows her mercurial personality very well. She can change her appearance at will, but it never looks neat and tidy. SHE is never neat and tidy. At one point she was remembering a journey, and her features changed to reflect the different stages of the trip. That was a way cool visual effect. I like stories like this. They make me smarter, because of the vocabulary and literary references. I never took to the superhero-kind of comics, they seemed so puffed-up and full of themselves. They don’t make you think. I like to think.
I’m still working on my Philosophy assignment, but it’s shaping up. I’m suppposed to write an essay on Plato’s suggestion that children be brought up in communal nurseries (Republic book 1) and abolish the idea and institution of family. I started out vehemently defending it, but as a Utopian ideal it has its uses. And of course I overlooked the most glaring source of all, Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. I’d read it before, and the only thing that I remembered clearly was that birth was nonexistent, all foetuses were grown in bottles. And that family as we know it did not exist. Wow! Talk about a sleepy man being handed a pillow!
Do not ignore the children and the childlike among you. Sometimes they are the only voice of reason. Well… Delirium isn’t reasonable most of the time, but, as Destiny said, it’s refreshing when she is. Her lucid statements are gems, rare gems though not particularly bright or sparkly.
I’m not particularly bright or sparkly today either. I had a middle-of-the-road day, but I’m happy nonetheless. MOTR days are good in their own way. Too much excitement isn’t good. Hypertension runs in my family. But it was a simple day made up of simple pleasures, and sometimes those are the gems we treasure.
did you step out of a magazine spread?
Sometimes, some people on campus just catch your eye. There are so many people going back and forth, so many fashion victims, so many clotheshorses that honestly, all the Gisele-wannabes just don’t stand out anymore. But yesterday in our discussion group, there was a girl who, to me, stood out because she looked like she had come straight from a fashion shoot for a magazine.
She wasn’t at all good looking, she was quite plump and had nothing to recommend her. It was her outfit that interested me. She had gone with a green theme, from hair accessories to skirt. And she carried it off without looking like a tree or bush.
The trick was that she wore different shades of green for the top and bottom. Her top was forest green, but her skirt was a lighter, somewhat mint-green without the blue undertones. Her hair-clip was jade-green, and she had small dangly earrings with green stones/ glass beads. The highlight of the outfit was her jade pendant. It hung on a black string, and it was huge. I don’t think it was genuine jade, but from a distance that is what it looked like. That was the piece that really drew your eye to the rest of the outfit. Wow. I try to dress to a theme as well, not colours but more of a certain look- preppy, slacker, schoolgirl. That’s why I appreciated her effort to put together that outfit. And the most amazing thing? Her T-shirt wasn’t super small or tight, and her skirt was a decent length. The skin-baring stick-girls out there should take note.
I hatched my new pink Tamagotchi today, and reset the blue one, so I had two babies to take care of simultaneously. My boyfriend helped, but after he left and I went to the shower, the babies got demanding and pooped, changed into the child form and slept. It happened so fast that I couldn’t have reacted if I had known. Ah well. Little pixellated creatures. They won’t disturb me again till tomorrow morning, so that’s some peace and quiet for me. I’m going to switch off their sound. It’s not so appealing when you have TWO to look after. The beeping drives you slightly nuts.
Anybody with a life is probably shaking their heads at me right now. Well, don’t shake in silence, leave me a comment!
Baby Harry is now rebelling
My tamagotchi sprouted a punk hairstyle on Sunday and now it’s a teenager, according to its care manual a.k.a. instruction booklet. He’s behaving like a teenager too. He refuses to play games to make him happy, even when he needs to be made happy. He just keeps refusing so I have to give him sweets, which makes him happy, then play. Just like teenagers, forever eating junk. I should know: I ate instant boil-in-the-bag rice for lunch today.
I surprised myself today with a little present: Free time! Today was supposed to be my long day, with 5 hours of lectures, but in the end there was only one 2-hour lecture. That one was a real doozy, the lecturer was still talking about last week’s topic while we, the students, were looking at this week’s lecture notes. My last lecture was cancelled today, it’s one of our “bonus weeks” as I call it. It’s just part of the schedule. It’s always good not to have to go for it because it means cramming myself on a bus to go to the other end of campus. It’s not a lot of fun, but the lecture itself is rather easy.
So after my one and only Tuesday lecture, I had lunch and went to the library. I had lots of readings to catch up on, and it was all for one lecture. If I hadn’t had a grounding in Malay literature, I would be so lost, but thank goodness I do actually understand what he is talking about. And to make sure I still understand, I went and borrowed the book he used from the library. It was heavy, but it was new and had a larger print than usual. I like borrowing newer books because they won’t fall apart while in my possession. You can probably tell that I’m paranoid about this kind of thing.
Speaking of paranoid, some people get the idea into their heads that others are talking about them. Isn’t this a symptom of schizophrenia? I know I think that way sometimes, but perhaps mine is more indicative of megalomania. I have delusions of grandeur.
What happened is this. I was on my way to dinner when I saw a friend from my hometown, who was talking to a local. I asked him in Cantonese, since it’s a dialect we both speak and because what I asked is a traditional Cantonese greeting, if he had eaten. It’s simple. All I did was ask him, “sek chor mei?” It’s both a greeting and, in my case, functional. Well, the local got upset, and accused us of talking secretly. Hmph.
My phone bill came and it was higher than I thought! Meep! At first I was worried about it not coming, because my room number isn’t on the address, and if it doesn’t arrive I can’t pay it and therefore my line will get cut! Argh! Now that it’s here, I’m not happy. But, oh well. Bills must be paid, work must be done… and I’ve revamped the layout because my computer-studying friend said it’s too narrow. So here it is!
Say hello to baby Harry!
*beep* That’s my baby Tamagotchiâ„¢ Harry, saying hello to you all! He was “born” on Thursday, but since this is the new, improved version of the Tamagotchi, its parent was taking care of it. Well, the parent disappeared last night so now it’s just ickle Harry and me!
Right now he (yes, it’s a he, says so right there on the interface) is 1 year old (which to us is one day) and he’s a white blob. This morning he was a black blob that drank milk, now he eats this rice cake thing and sweets. He was so cute when he was tiny, he went to the toilet on a giant duck potty. The Japanese can be so whimsical sometimes.
I’m going to get another one, preferably pink, because my current one is blue. Then I can explore the inter-Tamagotchi relationship dynamics. Haha! This is like Sims, except that it’s much much more limited and portable. (Although I heard you can play Sims on the Nokia N-Gage now.)
I am not insane, although my roommate has accused me of being childish. I know perfectly well what I’m dealing with - a bunch of pixels running on a simple microprocessor and a monochrome screen. I wish I could import it to my phone, then I wouldn’t have to carry a 2nd item around. I just think it’s fun, it’s a game, and because I live in a dorm, it’s the closest I’ll get to a pet, which is the original idea of its inception. Oh, and bird flu can pass to cats as well, so the less contact I get with actual domestic animals, the better.
Any other people still playing with their Tamagotchis out there? I’d love to hear from you! Leave me a comment!
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