SIM-ILAR? NOT REALLY

I did something shameful 2 days ago. I'm not proud of it but the batteries died so I couldn't play Guitar Hero, therefore I had no choice but to try The Sims. All those years avoiding the game, all the effort gone because I was too lazy to get out and buy more batteries (and too bored to do nothing) *sigh*

I struggled a bit creating the Sim and was at first tempted to base her on myself. But as soon as I gave her a well-toned slim body and put her in a short skirt, the whole thing went out the window. She was supposed to start her job as an organ donor at the hospital (apparently you can't become a doctor straight away just like in real life) but after I used a cheat code and gave her plenty of money, well, what's the point of working? She got a massive house, a red sports car, a gym and a swimming pool; and a water fountain which serves no purpose whatsoever (just like in real life).

Little did I know, that was the turning point for my Sim. Hot bod, all play and no work with plenty of cash; it's all a recipe for becoming a slut (you can argue about the money but I'm not gonna go there). She did nothing but hit on people. It wasn't long before she got on really well with another woman, slept with her (or WooHoo as they called it *wink*) and asked her to be her girlfriend. The next day she met a music producer and slept with him. Somewhere in the Sim world, there is a street where all prostitutes gather to plot world domination, and my Sim deserves to be exiled there.

I said 'this is nothing like real life' and Mr Sarcastic replied 'oh, what tipped you off?'

Yes, I can be a prude ('and they let children play this game??') which is why I got bored of the game after two days. It could entirely be my fault. Maybe I should make a Sim who's innocent, honest and hard working; who volunteers for charity organizations and spends her free time finding the cure for swine flu.

But I don't like anything to be my fault. Hmm.

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Went up to Blackpool last week for a pre-employment screening. I can't remember the last time I went for an interview. Heard news about Malaysian house officers having to go back to Malaysia because they can't get ST posts here. Why do they make a fuss about not having enough doctors when doctors can't find jobs?

WHAT NOW?

Yes, I did drop on all four when I first saw my exam results (as opposed to the more common all limbs up in the air - wait, that's not right but whatever) and it was out of joy and relief; well, more relief than joy but they both relax sphincters anyway and I am babbling like an idiot. Whatever feeling it was, unfortunately it died rather prematurely and I soon found myself rather lost. More unfortunately it didn't just happen to me.

My life has been a massively huge series of choices (and sometimes the lack of choices but one can always argue by sitting back and accepting that there is no choice is still a choice you make - but I refuse to bang my head more than the acceptable daily allowance so I'm not going there) therefore I wouldn't know where to go back in time if I could change the course of my life. Not that it is necessary because anyhing can still happen now. Just take the fucking risk. The reason I don't back up my computer is because I want to justify buying a new one every so few years (plus I'm awfully lazy of course - I can make up excuses but I don't need to lie). A backup life on the other hand..

No, it's not taking off glasses so I can transform into a superhero or a white-collar worker by day and a crime fighter by night sort of life; and definitely not the high school version of life - oh I have a car, I am popular, I get invited to parties therefore I have a life! No. Not in my dictionary therefore not worth discussing. And then along comes the party pooper. Yes, you may go out, throw caution in the air, get AIDS and die, or get run over by a bus, or get married and turned into the younger version of your parents, or find yourself in a circus, or all of the above. Poop.

What is the answer?

BYE

This is one of my favourites from India. Quite a few times, people asked to have their picture taken with us. It was very weird the first time around. Unfortunately, apart from the weird and wonderful medical cases we saw there, nothing really good came out of India. It was a great experience though. I should get one of those shirts that says 'I survive India' because there is no country quite like it.

Either that or I need to travel more :$