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Too many bugs for my taste. I'd probably wait two years from now before playing this. I've been addicted to simcity before but when I played this game over a friend's house... it was a headache. Kept on crashing on me. I kept on asking myself, "Why me?" And then I googled this shit and found out that critics were panning its initial release because of the bugs and crashes. I'd rather play Simsimi. That annoying chicken that's playable online.

All right. The jig is up. I've watched all the twilight movies and read the twilight books. I don't hate it... but I don't love it. Please don't ban me. I always imagined Edward to be played by "Henry Cavill" and Jacob to be played by "Steven Strait" and bella by "Jennifer Lawrence". *giggles like a tween* And I think the movie isn't all that shit... it's really just bad acting. Please don't kill me. I haven't read 50 Shades of Grey yet... I want to read that shit.

Doesn't alcohol lower down the libido of a man if taken excessively? Cause there was one time in college wherein this straight friend of mine always stared at my eyes and said "Can I kiss you? You're hot..." (probably the effects of alcohol = he's delusional) whenever he's hammered at one of his parties. And when I actually let him kiss me, he vomitted on my neck. I think I've gone past adventurous for straight men on that page.

I remember going into this remote beach with my best friend. We were supposed to be 5 friends to go at that beach but the three of them cancelled at the last minute. I was bored as hell that summer and decided that I'll bask in the summer sun no matter what it took. When we arrived, the two of us were so tired from hand-carrying the tent, the water bottles and our own crap that we immediately set camp and slept the whole day. I slept in the hammock while being ravaged by fire ants creeping on my legs. And my bestfriend slept inside the tent since she was having a cold and a slight fever. I woke up at around 11'ish PM and almost slept for 10 hours. I decided to have my shower from the communal shower/loo-of-doom. Afterwards, I grabbed the bottle of scotch inside the tent. When I was searching the tent, a man nudged my shoulders and asked me. "Hey bro, do you have a light?" I turned around and noticed that he was one of the guys from the group of couples from the other tent a few miles beside ours. There were four people in their group, 2 women and 2 men, and him being one of them. I took out my lighter and he took out his cigarette. After he got his ciggy lit, he said "Thanks." I then returned to my business in finding the bottle of scotch, because I was planning to drink it in the seaside and have some alone time. The man returned and asked me another question so I stood up and turned to him as he said, "Uhm... hey bro. Can I blow you off, over there?" as he pointed to the shrubberies behind our tent. I thought to myself, "YAY! I'm getting laid!" but then I reasoned that getting herpes from a stranger and with me moaning or grunting would wake my best friend from her snoring. So I became a prude and said to him, "Thanks but... I'm with someone. I don't normally do these things. Thanks but I'll pass." The man smiled and returned to his tent. While my friend pretended to be asleep and mocked me for the whole night as we drank the bottle of scotch at the beach sands. My answer to the question with regards to my gaydar: For me, I can't really tell if anyone is gay nowadays. The man who asked me for some sexual rendezvous in the woods had a ring in his finger, so I reckoned he was married. If I bumped into him in another scenario, probably in a mall or in a public pool, he'd probably turn out to be a heterosexual man in my opinion... without the onset of a blow-job of course. And yes, my gaydar is shit.

I just found this song on youtube and currently I can't get it out of my head. I can't believe this song was made on garageband. Their video is cute too. This band seriously needs to get viewed. Already a fan.

I feel like I'm being a psychiatric ward to make the gay away. The first few seconds of the "Ooh's" and "Aaah's" already gave me a clue to what this hell is about. I shouldn't have continued.

He's the reason why I like men with meat in their bones. He's just too cute. He plays the role of a gay slacker. If a guy is as funny and as cute and charming as that... now way I'm letting him out in the real world. I'm chaining him to the bed.

I find it rare to find a natural beauty these days without having the need for peripherals such as conduits to enhance their so called beauty. If this is a conversation that tackles scientific beauty then I'd say that the merits of proportionality does convene to what defines beauty. I once watched a documentary in discovery channel with one of the hosts as Elizabeth Hurley and John Cleese. The show was called "The Human Face", and they tackled the issue of what defines beauty within proportions. They had that funny insight at the near end of the show, about John Cleese's face not applicable to this diagram created by some doctor to measure the proportions of a beautiful face, and the doctor stated that John Cleese has a very 'manly' face or full of testosterone which defines a subset of beauty altogether. His face extended outside of the diagram. The hilarious part was when they tried measuring Tom Cruise's face and determined that he was beautiful on accounts of proportionality, seeing that they just used a diagram for identifying women's beauty through face proportionality *snaps fingers*. The rumor that Da Vinci's Mona Lisa was Da Vinci's face after all does exude a common truth that face proportions is a good measure for beauty may it be for a woman or a man, and with such imperfections comes real beauty altogether. The slightly bent nose, the distance of the mouth and the nose, the distance of the eyes, the ears, and etc. Beautiful men are easy to find. You just need to know what makes the face beautiful. Because attraction is a different thing. You could be attracted to a guy whose face is not proportional and say he's beautiful, but the consensus would be amongst the people around you or your friends would be is that he's not, which also comes with the factor of whether you're asking the insights of men or women. And yes, men are aesthetically pleasing to look at if you have a distinct knowledge of what makes a person attractive based on your personal preference and the general consensus. If you can associate both then you have your own version of the perfect man.

I seriously have a thing for Jecht. He looks like he hasn't bathed for days and drags around a long sword while slashing people. What more could a man ask for? And he has underlying issues which is treatable with couples therapy. I'd be happy to strap him to a lounge chair and discuss his issues with a shrink if he looks like this: Thank God for people who are into Cosplay. This guy looks the part and he's cute.

The sexiest character for me would be Ifrit. He's smoking hot plus he'll chew on your head if you piss him off. And he's tall dark and handsome. My kind of man/half beast/half horned cow or something like that. He's practically naked and he's hard to define. I think I can change him which makes me gravitate towards his hotness.

Yup. The evident whistling falsetto at the end got me mate. I can feel the essence of Mariah Carey being imbibed by the guy with a 5'o Clock shadow. Fierce sistah. And I like that guy's top. Does this make me gay? Hmmm. Haha.

OH GOD! The first time I viewed that song "Friday" it only had 500k views, then BOOM! -- I was about to show it to a friend of mine the next day, then another gastroenteritis explosion catapulted the views, which had it spurted to 3mil views in a span of 24 hours. The power of teeny-bopper era supersedes any logic as to why the lyrics of a song should be paramount in a song. One Direction I think is a one-hit-wonder unless they produce songs that actually has sense or is relatable to other market segments, other than their demographics, which is the tweens, teens, pubescent teens, and pre-pubescent teens. Even the era of backstreet boys, spice girls, A1, westlife, and other boy bands that exceeded the quota that they would diminish somehow within mainstream pop-culture; some of the groups that I've mentions have songs that are very relatable besides the "Ohhs" and "Aaahs" you'd get from auto-tuned tracks nowadays. Which provided them a lasting power even after all these years. And you can't trust singers nowadays, with the rampant and blatant excessive abuse of auto-tuned tracks available in iTunes. What you hear from the album isn't necessarily realistic or based on what you've imagined or heard once you've seen them perform live.

I'd rather run out my frustrations for the day, then sing inside the shower afterwards.

This song has been driving me crazy lately. I know it's only 20 years ago and not much of an oldie when this song came to the charts. Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough by Patty Smith & Don Henley

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I could actually use this in my writing. *giggles*

Yeah, already downloaded and saw the ending. Still was a bit lacking for me. It's a rush attempt to fix things. But of course, that will do somehow.

Shelter and Soldier's Girl. Shelter because I adored the storyline. Soldier's Girl because it has Lee Pace in it and his acting was amazing. He was such a beautiful transvestite.

I tend to be a C. Haha. But I did make my ex a scratch-post with a little biting here and there and scratching everywhere. There's always something mind numbing to gasping that I find exciting. I'm all big into looking into the person's eyes. And I can't concentrate if he's all noisy. I'd rather see the emotions on his face rather than the blurbs in his mouth if it would only distract me. I'm a zen person. I can't help it.

Sheila - Woman Bloody Hell - It's like What the hell. Abso-f**cking-lutely - Extremely in agreement. Git - Idiot Flooded - Cramped with Work Nickers/Undies - Briefs/Panties Good Arvo - Good Afternoon Avos - Avocado Bastard - Something I say to my dear dear friends Barbie - Barbecue Beaut - Fantastic or Pretty Bloody Oath - True Moolah - Money Pash - Kiss Reckon - It's like absolutely Rubbish - Nonsense Stubby - Those small beers Stoked - I'm excited Fair Dinkum - Awesome bloke Fair Go - Give it a try There's still lots of it. But I generally don't speak bogan unless provoked. Haha.

I KNOW! I didn't spent a couple of years waiting for this franchise to get botched at the end. Shepard cannot die. His boyfriend is waiting back in Earth. Cross fingers for DA3 then. I'm expecting another Alistair-like character to pop-up soon.

Good Day, Yettie One. I am in complete agreement with your statements. However, I was not implying that depression (when you're clinically referred to as) is a choice. That is why I said on my previous post: In other words, I was referring to those deemed by the psychological community, as depression, not being a choice. And what I felt and is still feeling is a criss-cross of emotions between powerlessness and the variable option to choose what I'm feeling. Depression makes you yielding to the thoughts that compose your current state being, because depression has a self-fulfilling prophecy that you repetitively induce to yourself: unconsciously or consciously, without knowing that you actually are causing it upon your self. Why do I say it upon yourself? Because the purpose of going to a shrink is to identify the cause, the root, the object or the prestation of what makes your comportment associate itself to the negativity that surrounds you. There are two classified types of depression: clinical and opportunistic. Clinical means that there is an imbalance in your physiological state that makes you feel depressed. These are the mentally incapacitated individuals who are given prescription drugs for feeling this overwhelming emotions. Opportunistic however means, the way you think is dependent upon your environment (friends, family, society, work, relationships) which leads you to powerless thinking. If a woman is depressed because her husband physically and emotionally abuses her. Then the advice a normal person will provide is to stay away from her husband. But what if person who's giving the advice doesn't realise is she is psychologically aroused by the treatment or condition that her husband is providing her? Thus, leads to her having some form of disease, an emotional attachment to her abuser, or punisher. And when she decides to go to a shrink, she tells her shrink that the reason why her husband is maltreating her is because she cheated on him, or maybe she's afraid, or more likely, she her shrink may enlighten her that she enjoys the abuse as a form of comfort for her past mistakes: which is wrong. My previous example was to enunciate that a person who's depress will not know the reason for his or her depression because the powerlessness associated with depression hampers your ability to think rationally that there is a root cause for what someone might be feeling. There are several kinds of depression, e.g.: Dysthymia, Post-Partum Depression, Seasonal Affective Disorder, Atypical Depression, Psychotic Depression, Bi-Polar Disorder, Pre-Menstrual Dysphoric Disorder, Situation Depression, Major Depressive Disorder, Anxiety Depression, Chronic Depression, Double Depression, Agitated Depression, Endogenous Depression, Melancholic Depression, or Catatonic Depression. And with all those kinds of depression, there is a diagnosis. And I have been diagnosed as someone who has chronic depression and melancholic depression. I've been suffering for years with being overly empathic. I cry at movies, feel guilty for someone whom I've watched in a telly being jailed for robbing a convenience store. I would feel morose when someone close to mine would die, or I would greatly sympathise for a friend who has relationship issues. It is something that comes under than the severe types of depression but it is still a depression. There are some things that I don't wish to share and some parts I wish to keep for myself, only because I want to forget those things that makes me human. As a person, you still have to keep something for yourself. All I'm saying, for me to tell that depression is a choice, because no matter HOW MUCH negativity, self-imposition, powerlessness, pessimism, you have in every bone and fiber of your skin -- the reason why you try to go to a doctor, a shrink, or a friend, is because you want to know the reason why you're feeling that certain way. Deep inside, in the recesses of your unconsciousness, you want to believe that THERE IS SOMETHING that could help you. And within that positivity, no matter how small or minute, that gives you the choice to fight it. I'm not speaking of such term in a literal way, but I'm referring to in a figurative sense that all of us in this thread wants be rid of it. If you are to say to me right now that depression is never a choice, then why go to a shrink to ask for assistance in identifying the root cause of your condition? It's because you want to know if there is a way for a professional to give aid to you. If depression is not a choice, personally speaking, then how come there are cures for it. And even if the said cure would take years, or even if you have a new form of depression not assessable in this time and age, the future thinking that IT can be cured is THERE. Depression is like a phantom arm. You feel that it's real but it's not real. Only the person who is experiencing the depression can ascertain that the phantom arm is real. And the phantom arm because an extra appendage, when the people around him feels the extant of it's impact upon themselves: negatively or in a way that affects their lives. Just the fact that we are HERE both writing our opinions in a thread about depression, having a sensical debate about our own experiences, tells ourselves and other people, that we are choosing to feel that depression can be fought or battled. We are choosing to say, "Yes. I am depress. But doesn't mean my life stop revolving. Therefore, I can talk about it because I know how depression has affected or is affecting me." The fact that WE both can talk about it, shows that there's that certain sliver or hope, that we both know that someday, it will be cured of our system. If you're stating that depression is not a choice that's why people are trying to find ways to cope up with it, then you're comparing depression to a disease. Unless depression takes over your life and controls you then yes, you don't have a choice. And yes it would not be a choice unless, it's a clinical diagnosis. And yes, medicinal treatments is quintessential to alleviate one's condition. And yes, even if you're medically diagnosed as someone who would be put in the looney bin, you still have a choice to take your medicines, talk to a shrink, do processess that could help you. And it's your choice, if you have a severe type of depression, to seek help, be cured, or be rid of it. Change is constant. And with that constance comes the underlying paradox that we have options and choices. Some options may not be available to us, some may be under our reach or hidden in our views. But the thing that separates us from creatures, us humans, is that we have the decision to either SEEK those choices or RUN away from those probabilities. No matter how complicated our lives might be, we always have that glimmer of a shiny pointed arrow that leads us to where we're going. So why would you choose to be a pessimist and think that depression is not a choice, and that I'm coping up because that's the only thing you can do. I'd rather think that we all are trying to find means to cope up because we feel that we chose to fight it, not because it has CONTROLLED our lives, that the only thing we can do is sit back and see it unravel. I don't like to incline myself with such triflings of negative outcomes, and we should all think that everything is at our disposal. It's the 21st Century. To sum it all up: Literally speaking depression is not a choice, we ALL did not choose this to happen to us. I didn't bargain for this emotion at ebay when I was shopping for a discounted item and found out my item was a rip-off. But what comes after depression, is a choice. Either to be cured or not to be cured. So I am here, writing a novel, because it composes me. I sit in a toilet to ruminate because I'm not that severe to have several voices in my head speaking all-together. If you can find that inner peace, that sanctum in your head where everything goes away, then good for you. I learned that ability to compose my thinking in three years. Three years. It wasn't easy, but I chose to do it. So unless you want to be set up in an asylum or be at the Bettie Ford Clinic then yes, your depression might be hampering your life for IT not being a choice. But for those who are not. The fact that we all can still smile, gives everyone a chance that we can get through with it. I don't mean it in a negative way Yettie One, but I want to incline you to think that what comes after depression, is the greatness of life that we all have options. (*hides under bed*)

I can't wait for Assassin's Creed 3 and Dragon Age 3. Another sleepless nights shall face me, but I think I better finish my story. I don't want dragons appearing on it. Mass Effect 3 was a bit of a let-down for me, and Skyrim was a bit bleeeh (I did love the opening theme song of Skyrim: EPIC!).

I would defo pee on him if he starts singing one of those high school musical sh*tty songs.

For me, depression is an option. But even options have limitations. Sometimes it's hard to know what those options are unless you break from the shackles that binds you to that certain disposition of loneliness. I've been depress most of the time and it's hard, difficult, or rather, an air of lacking confounds me not to see things in a better light. What I do when I feel the burdens of my own conscience are about to crush me; I sit down on the toilet or any public place without the disturbance of any sound that would hamper me from not thinking. Silence is the greatest companion for a mind that screams all the emotions that raptures your soul into chaos. When I'm in that cubicle, or in the toilet; I sit on the loo and breathe. I don't think about anything, but the process of breathing itself composes my senses to think rationally. 15 minutes is all I need to escape everything. You know that feeling when you feel like going to a place where your mind is the only permissible option that you can perceive that place to be; I find that relaxing and soothing. I have a few close friends; I'm an ambivert but mostly introverted. Albeit I go out and spend time with friends: talk in a coffee shop, watch a movie, talk to my best mate, or chatter about our daily life and problems; there are those moments where you wanted to be alone and you can't help but shutting everyone around you because you feel everyone's so distant to you. I've even thought of vanishing from my family and friends and probably communicate with them when I'm already in that contented phase, wherein I don't feel the need to exclude myself from my surroundings or everyone, anymore. But there's that voice that kept me holding back to stay, and think about what I'd miss if ever I did leave everything behind. I don't know if this is depression, or just a fleeting emptiness that I sometimes feel. But it's hard. I've prayed many times for some higher power to erase this emotion. But even one's creator cannot eradicate something I'm choosing to feel. I think everyone goes through that phase of loneliness where the redundancies of life gets to you, somehow. But for me, I've been suffering this feeling for almost three years now. I even thought of changing religions because my religious community - I feel - doesn't give me that spiritual guidance. And yet when I visit my church, and talk to him... it does feel comforting. Maybe the thought that some higher power is there, or the belief that somehow, out of all the crap in my life that I've been thrown, it will make some sense eventually. As much as I don't like thinking about this scenario, I can't help but say to myself: "You know what, there are a lot of dying people in this very minute. There are people who sleep on the streets without a cover on their heads, or a shelter to go home to. There are sick people who don't have the money to have the cure they need. And there are those people in this very minute who are contemplating death because they want to escape. Your problems are nothing to them. It is your own option to choose whatever emotion you feel. And if you do want to choose death as your salvation, then you are selfish. Go in the toilet now and breathe for 15 minutes, then leave and smile damn it. You're still breathing for fck's sake." I don't know if I'm crazy but I sometimes talk to myself. I hope this helps someone. And for those who think that depression is an option, unless you're psychologically proven that you have a mental condition, then depression is nothing but a choice. Even people who have been in an asylum sometimes get out as a free man of their disease. Because how can one normal person not choose to be free of one's own limiting disposition? Cause for me, it's a choice. If you want to be selfish and think of your loneliness as a thing that holds you back from living normally, then be selfish for a while. There's nothing wrong with that. But just make sure that you're not the person whom people will think who has settled for a single emotion all throughout their life. It would be a waste of time if the only thing your friends will say in your eulogy, after you've passed away, is: "Yes. He was a very depress man. I didn't even know why we're friends in the first place. Probably because he was a good drinking buddy because he was always silent. And if you have problems, he listens. Or maybe because he doesn't want to talk to me and I just rant all of my problems. Either way, he was a very depress man." So yeah. Be happy everyone. I sound like a retard.