Anthem of Memoirs

Sometimes in life we have to lose something to realise it’s importance, but sometimes it is gaining that item back to realise it’s significance. Truly out of the blue this morning, I spotted my Playstation 3 in the background of the television table and decided to turn it on. Oh and what wonderful image that appeared on the screen! In true 1080i HD images came to life! There are even games in that thing! How fantastic can this machine be! Yet probably five to six months ago I have been on this machine every day from the moment I lift the sheets off my bed to the time I cover those sheets at night. You see, a new environment can really be radical at times. In this new institution, I probably have lost almost all interest for gaming, thanks for my iPhone, I still managed to retain a little passion for it. When I picked up that controller and decided to go for some online gaming this morning, I noticed that I instantly became a running dead man around the shooting game map and get picked off by other players as if I was an ant. Definitely, this developed some sort of distaste for gaming already, and right now there are already plans in my head to dispose off that playstation economically. I can say I miss those good fun days smashing that controller and sending other players into hell, but oh well, if I were to get back into shape to do what I can in the past, my studies can go to hell. And so will I.