Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Typing Maniac

With much fascination, I have always wanted to type without even looking at the keyboard. For ten long years, I have been waiting for some generous souls to teach me how to touch type. Even though I finished the Typing Apocalypse Flash game in just one attempt, the factor for success was how I memorized the phrases to be typed knowing that I would be setting my visions again to the QWERTY letters.

Every now and then, in finishing reports and projects in front of the computer boob tube, my neck would always be in constant, throbbing pain. Like a day dream, I know that this will disappear in the middle of my slumber (after the dreary, painstaking computer session). But, since it has been a regular occurrence, I want this chain to be broken once and for all.

Hopefully, by playing more of such typing games, I would now learn how to touch type.

Not mistaking my cellphone keys for the keyboard buttons.

The mania commences...

Paper Bundles and Eaten Toblerone Bars

Research shows that chocolate (or any other food in that makes a significant tickle of sweetness in your taste buds) stimulate brain activity. Indeed, this might sound true as proven in the middle of a Know-It-All Facebook session. For the past few days, after all the paper load that I have to do for the next day (of a specific day), I would usually sneak out a small tempting bar of Snickers and Toblerone out of the ice box and at the same time, answer several trivia quizzes in the said Facebook application. By the way, the gratuitous amount of chocolate was given to us, the chocolate fiends, by our equally chocolate-loving, guilty pleasure-inducing balikbayans from the London Bridge. If not for them, I would have not earned my Junior Brainiac status.

From American Idol to Jacky Chan movies, from Asian Food to a decade's worth of children follies, I've keyboard-mashingly (from numbers 1 to 5) tried my best to beat the competition especially with the people I know who are highly knowledgeable and ultra addicted to a specific category (like Pixar movies and Star Wars) making one chamba answer after another. I despair every moment I receive a SORRY! note, and jubilantly jump out of the computer chair (and sometimes, shout on the top of my voice disturbing my Indian neighbors) whenever I make a correct reply.

Like Archimedes in his discovery of the water displacement theory, I finally found the Facebook application that will be worth eating chocolate for and will be relaxing from making the paper bundles organized for.

At least, I've been incredibly lubricating my neurotic senses despite all the disturbances and inconveniences that I've been causing my dozing off (and sometimes, feces-reducing neighborhood cats).

But, speaking of electricity...

...ah, there's the rub.

Now, back to the boxed social reality.