CabalSea - Quon, The New Beginning

噹噹噹！Lately I picked up a new MMORPG game (in case you don't know what MMORPG means, go google for it :P)

其 实我不怎么哈MMORPG或RPG之类的游戏了。The reason is simple: MMORPG (or any other RPG) games are boring in the sense that you need to repeat a lot of routine activities (killing monsters and monsters and monsters to level up, for example) and seriously it becomes real boring after a while.

The only thing that is driving people to continue playing it is for the sake of any remaining storylines that you want to know about - which also means if you have unlock all the storylines, what is left is just boring routines to level yourself up.

个人其实比较喜欢对打或者战略游戏的，所以俺特别期待starcraft II 和 diablo 3 啊！可惜他们没那么快推出 T_T

写这篇东西也是因为自己太无聊了，nothing better to do。姑且把玩这个游戏的心路旅程记一记吧（毕竟也是自己生活中的一部分）。以后老婆过来了就没多少时间玩了。

这次的主人翁是Quon，一个FS（Force Shielder），目前等级是小小的一个7级初学者

身材姣好的Quon，似乎不知道什么叫做“寒冷”。看她穿着像bikini一样的皮革装，在一个叫Bloody Ice的极寒之地训练，只有游戏里才会有这种不合理的设定。

（突然想不起来Quon这个名字是从哪里来的，没记错的话，应该是动漫RahXephon里其中一个角色的名字）



Quon 目前的任务就是让自己赶紧变强。除了让自己体力，魔力，腕力等等加强之外，她也得把自己的技巧练熟。由于等级太低，Quon 现在只能穿戴初学者的装备。

《初学者装备》

本来还佩戴着一把长剑的，但为了让她不太依赖武器，所以目前就只能靠双拳打天下！小Quon 加油啊！

小Q ：呔！看我的太极拳！
怪兽：吼！吼！吼！
小Q ：你的皮好厚！好，看我的少林伏虎拳
怪兽：吼！（奸笑）
小Q ：好累好晕@@，怎么打你都是1点伤害啊
怪兽：（得意忘形中）
小Q ：天上天下唯我独尊功十成功力！
小Q ：大力鹰爪手！
小Q ：Q流奥义之千手观音拳 + 如来神拳！
。。。。。。

小Q ：师父你骗我。。。T_T

（溜之大吉。。。！）

心情日记 - 自制？

今天去了发廊，弄了个。。。太曳的发型和染色 -.-
算了，不是什么坏事，搞不好还能吸引一些大学美眉
在弄头发的时候，看了一些杂志，其中好几本杂志都纷纷提到了自制这个话题
可别搞错了，这可不是“自己制造”，而是“自己控制”

一谈到自制，话题就不离感情和消费者两码事

想到现在美国经济崩溃，布什一直呼吁美国国民要spend wisely，就联想到自己弄这个头发是不是很不wise（苦笑）
对！人的自制能力就是这么差！
人总是很轻易的能给自己找到理由把钱用掉
用在哪不重要
重要的是，用了之后身心会很愉快
不用的话，人可能会发疯，到时想用都用不了了

人，都有自制能力，强弱与否，看自制之心
自制之心，取决于人本身的思维，个性以及个人能力
说白了，就是你自己本身能控制平衡自己多好
（说白了，没几个人会明白我在说什么，哈哈哈哈）

感情和消费一样，唯一不同的是，感情很多时候是两者或更多，消费通常都是一个人的事

但是感情也稍微复杂些，暂时把一些第三方因素（性格不合，感情转淡等）撇开不说
所谓的第三者，以及偷欢偷腥等此类事件，就是标准的自制能力不足范例

杂志里引用了一篇文章，述说一女怀疑其男友变心，和长期共车的女同事日久生情
此女对这现象异常敏感，因为她也是过来人，她也做过第三者，而且也是由共车开始
不过共车两年后以悲剧收场（男的不想离婚）
在这里细想一下，不难了解人这种生物，对自身所经历过的会留着很强烈的底层意识
尤其是不好结局的
现在，眼睁睁的看着自己的男友和他人感情貌似越来越好，自己做为原配，现在深深的感受到那些原配因自己男人有第三者的心情
难道这是报应？（当初没有被泼硫酸，现在则是自己被遗弃了）
其实在这里，也可以看得出来，很多东西在感情世界里是那么的模糊不清

举个例子吧：
一个人如果有自制能力，就会联想到其爱人的心情而不会随意就答应和另一异性共车（即便有也不应是长时间），从而导致今天这个局面
可是往往在结束一段感情，或者是想遗弃旧爱时，人可以说：我觉得我不爱某某了
（哇靠，就这么一句话，你还能说什么？）
本来两个人在一起，就是因为有爱；没有爱了，那还在一起干嘛
自制能力在这里有份量么？一点都没有
那要自制能力来干嘛？人与人之间还有所谓的信任么？
开始一段感情，就是为了等那么一天没有爱了，把它结束，然后再开始新的一段么？
相信这世界上有不少这样子的人
就是因为感情世界太难有铁律，所以很容易犯规

自制能力，若以残酷的现实角度去看，在感情世界里太渺小了
虽然渺小，但有自制能力者，其实是可以将这能力以几何的方式数倍强大化
有自制能力，能够给人信心，能够维持之间的信任感
但感情是两个人的事，所以只有一方有自制能力，意义就不大了
到头来可能就是像上述所说的：我不爱某某了

蛮有感触的，就觉得为何人不能把自制当作是生活中的一部分
为何一定要放纵自己，让自己沉浸在不需要，也不正确的选择中
只为了一时的快乐

。。。也是，谁不想快乐。。。

（喃喃自语）

Thanks For Your Time

Source: Email

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about th e past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.' Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

'Jack, did you hear me?'

'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.

'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.

'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.

'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life,' she said

'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.

'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked.

'The box is gone,' he said

'What box?' Mom asked.

'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most ,'' Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,' the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 'Mr. Harold Belser' it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.'
A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.'

'The thing he valued most was...my time'

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.

'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked.

'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said.

'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!'

'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away'

被否定的人 - 不被信任的日子

今天有个人被否定了

否定，不被信任，没有信心

一旦被否定，时光不会倒流，回忆会倒流

回到一切的开始，回到没有否定的时刻

人，善变，善忘，只相信眼睛看到的，耳朵听到的，却忘了用心去看，去听，去想，去记，去谅解

前方的路还很长

被否定的，请加油

终会找到会用心去看，去听，去想，去记，去谅解你的人

到时，不再被否定

给被否定的人献上这首歌，来自《 医龙 2 》 的 Aesthetic

Longing for you, day and in dream
I'm hoping you're here, and leading my way

You steers my road, anytime I need
If you walk away, I will follow you

Trying my life with your secret gift you gave to me
I will give aesthetic as your precious song
Holding your hand
And I'm walking through the whole of the world
Carrying your wish like the Venus in the dim sky

Trying my life with your secret gift you gave to me
I will give aesthetic as your precious song
Holding your hand
And I'm walking through the whole of the world
Carrying your wish like the Venus in the dim sky