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Sunday, January 04, 2004

Hail! The PC is back from the dead dumps

My PC has returned! My powers are restored! *MANIACAL LAUGHTER* Writing, blogging, killing time will be on full throttle once more.

Wait, no. There is one power unaccounted for, one of my most cherished: the ability to banish stress on a whim.

See, the PC I finally have on my desk now (looks good) — having survived the successive rigors of damage and repair — is not the same as it was before, and never will be again. The components that blew out were the motherboard, which was serviced (and feels so obviously like a completely different brand), and the GeForce2 MX graphics card (archaic and motheaten, I know), which was not. Without a graphics card, we come to the tragic consequence: I can no longer play graphics-intensive, big-title games. My pill. My therapy. A good gaming session has always made the world easier to face again.

Imagine my heartsick despondence, probably verging of depression (no, I'm exaggerating), when it all began — typical effect of parting a geek from his computer. But it was at this stage in my sorry-ass life when I realized how much of an adaptive optimist I really am... which is quite consoling. With the benefit of hindsight, it was a blessing in disguise.

I recognized the overdue opportunity to concentrate on my studies. Easier said than done, naturally (though there was a time when this guy, who's allergic to studying, was once a kid who got perfect grades without even trying). Still, every little favorable circumstance was worth every little notch of improvement; the payoff — whatever its size could've been — was pathetically certain. I mean: of course my fucking grades will improve if I lay off those games!

To circumvent all those extra hours of doing nothing, I've also been hanging out in friends' rooms for mindless chitchat and banter focusing on my other passion: reading. (Reading stuff I'd rather read, I mean.) Well, I don't buy books; a poverty-stricken student like me can't afford them. (Who else thinks books are expensive?) Instead I just hang out at bookstores for long periods devouring stuff from cover to cover. Mostly non-fiction, but will sample novels now and then.

Well, I did start buying magazines. At press time, I can see RM500 worth of several accumulated over time on the shelf. KLue, PC Magazine, the occasional Time and Newseek, a few old National Geographic and Wired issues, Loaded (I wholeheartedly confess) and PC Gamer for an early short stint, and even Men's Health. Yep. After being a regular on my roommate's stack of lady mag CLEO, I found Men's Health to be way more useful and a hell lot funnier — no surprise there (Last I checked inside my pants, the correlation was evident). But apart from the nutrition education, style assistance and the infinitely handy sex tips, it's also feeding this ridiculous urge to lift heavy objects repetitively. A bit worrying...

Thank goodness local computer zines are cheap and plentiful; I have so many of them. They will help me in deciding how my next dream PC will be like (a kickass graphics card is being considered!), which I'm planning to purchase this year. I really need to save up. Or get a job soon.

Aha! I just caught myself creating an evil little loop. Once I get back to gamer's paradise with a new PC, I'd probably be too stoned to continue the good habit of buying the magazines that inspired the purchase in the first place. Until eventually, something breaks down again.

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