Unjust

This is a very silly part of me, I know. But the inner child really wants to play. There's no logic and pretense to it. I must do it sometime, sooner or later. Worn out by the old age of empire, tired of holding on to the endless zero hour. I need to move on for my conquest to command and conquer and head back to some sim-plicity, at least for a while. Why is this happening to me?

Perhaps its the trip to the EA office that trigger all these mixed feelings. I can't help but to be awed by the wall of fame, 10 years of fun and for me it all started with the need for speed. The most painful moment was the feeling of so near yet so far. Those game testers were cruelly teasing my inner child with their super high tech machine and super big flat screen TV. So much envious for the 360s while the old halo looking rusty above my head. Those were the days.... I had to focus on what I was supposed to do instead and had to keep on reminding myself that I'm there at the EA office to work because that was my location on set, for the day.

An evil thought came into my mind this moment of time, especially after both Brob and Mag bought themselves new laptops. I have the urge smash my 2 year old laptop to make excuse for a new one, so that I can be reunited with my virtual world once more. Yes you may, go on and minus 80 points from both my IQs and EQs.