My brother bought me a new game for Christmas, it's called Rule of Rose. This game was actually banned over in the UK and Australia (and I heard Italy as well), specifically because it promotes the themes of lesbianism (is that a word?) and child violence. After playing it for about an hour, I was absolutely sucked into the world of Rule of Rose. The plot line is rather fascinating, you start off as the main character - Jennifer, who basically finds herself in the middle of nowhere as a result of following a little boy off a bus she was riding. As you wander around, you find a large mansion, which actually is an orphanage. You run around a little bit and eventually you are brought onto an airship, which is where most of the story takes place.
I'm still a level 3 right now, but I must admit the story is amazingly spell-binding and has captured my attention. There was a point where the other characters left rabbit dung in Jennifer's room and my brother had to remind me that it wasn't "my" room.
I won't talk about this too much, to avoid spoiling the story for anyone else who may be interested in trying out the game. I may eventually start off some posts discussing some theories for this game, but if I do, I will be sure to warn readers in advance.
Back to my game!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Red bull and alcohol?
Now I know we North Americans love energy drinks, but I never knew people actually mixed Red Bull in with their alcohol until today. Red Bull with alcohol? Really? As far as I understand, one is a stimulate and the other is a depressant, so why would you actually mix the two together?
And I'm not the only one asking this question.
The stimulant in the drink causes the person to feel more energetic, and deceives him/her in his/her alcohol-intake level. Since you feel more energetic, you're tempted to think that you can consume more alcohol than your body can handle. What ends up happening in the end? Well, you feel more difficult in making correct decisions, you're more likely to get into accidents or injure yourself, and may exemplify agressive behaviours more frequently than a "normal drunk".
Hmm...negatives in the mix? Lots. Positives? I am yet able to find one.
So for the safety of your own body and those around, please don't mix energy drinks in with your alcohol.
And I'm not the only one asking this question.
The stimulant in the drink causes the person to feel more energetic, and deceives him/her in his/her alcohol-intake level. Since you feel more energetic, you're tempted to think that you can consume more alcohol than your body can handle. What ends up happening in the end? Well, you feel more difficult in making correct decisions, you're more likely to get into accidents or injure yourself, and may exemplify agressive behaviours more frequently than a "normal drunk".
Hmm...negatives in the mix? Lots. Positives? I am yet able to find one.
So for the safety of your own body and those around, please don't mix energy drinks in with your alcohol.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Fat shocker
You know how you aren't in the greatest shape, but you think you aren't doing so poorly health-wise? Well, I was there at one point, but recently that image was shattered into a million pieces.
Like most North Americans, I decided it was time to engage an active lifestyle and finally motivated myself to join a gym. Like all gyms, they do a fitness assessment to measure how physically fit and educated you are when it comes to exercising.
First off, I'm not particularly fond of the whole "fitness assessment" idea. Having someone measure every inch of my body in every possible way makes me feel like...well, like a pig. No, litereally. As the trainer writes down the measurement, I can hear farmer John's voice in my head, "Let's see here, 15"...that's a good size. You're almost ready for consumption."
Besides that, what I learn about myself can be quite frightening. You think you're doing fine and dandy, and you don't look overweight, so how bad can it be? Well, that's where the "fat-measuring thingymajig" will come into play. I rest my arm on the table, waiting for that (I expected to be relatively small) number to appear on the screen. It comes up, and I can't help but look at the monitor twice. 27.7%! A whopping 27.7% of my body is composed of fat. Eww! Thank you very much, I probably didn't want to know that (though I must admit this is very different from needing to know). My world just simply shattered. The whole "I'm not doing too bad" image? Poof! Gone! Outta here!
Now the up-side to that story is, yes there is an up-side, I better learn about this now than later. Why? At least it's easier to build up that metabolism now than 20 years down the road. I just need to watch that Royal Agricultural Fair commercial a little more frequently (for those outside of Ontario, the commercial depicts a piggy running on a treadmill) to keep me motivated. When I grow old and look back I can say, "Hey, I once had a pretty fit figure!"
I think that's something both myself and my organs will be pretty proud of.
Like most North Americans, I decided it was time to engage an active lifestyle and finally motivated myself to join a gym. Like all gyms, they do a fitness assessment to measure how physically fit and educated you are when it comes to exercising.
First off, I'm not particularly fond of the whole "fitness assessment" idea. Having someone measure every inch of my body in every possible way makes me feel like...well, like a pig. No, litereally. As the trainer writes down the measurement, I can hear farmer John's voice in my head, "Let's see here, 15"...that's a good size. You're almost ready for consumption."
Besides that, what I learn about myself can be quite frightening. You think you're doing fine and dandy, and you don't look overweight, so how bad can it be? Well, that's where the "fat-measuring thingymajig" will come into play. I rest my arm on the table, waiting for that (I expected to be relatively small) number to appear on the screen. It comes up, and I can't help but look at the monitor twice. 27.7%! A whopping 27.7% of my body is composed of fat. Eww! Thank you very much, I probably didn't want to know that (though I must admit this is very different from needing to know). My world just simply shattered. The whole "I'm not doing too bad" image? Poof! Gone! Outta here!
Now the up-side to that story is, yes there is an up-side, I better learn about this now than later. Why? At least it's easier to build up that metabolism now than 20 years down the road. I just need to watch that Royal Agricultural Fair commercial a little more frequently (for those outside of Ontario, the commercial depicts a piggy running on a treadmill) to keep me motivated. When I grow old and look back I can say, "Hey, I once had a pretty fit figure!"
I think that's something both myself and my organs will be pretty proud of.
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