Numb Fingers

I've had lack of sleep ever since Friday evening, mainly due to two things.

The first is the fact that I downloaded a Gameboy Advance emulator just so that I could play the Yugioh game on my PC (and I currently can't afford to buy myself one).

And well, I've been glued to the computer ever since, neglecting both my blog and emails. I've never been this mesmerized since, well, Pokemon (Red and Blue) with the Gameboy emulator in the much older computer.

By the way, so far, I've managed to play two Yugioh games on the Gameboy Advance. One is the RPG, which I started around Saturday evening and finished it yesterday. The other, more addicting one, seems to have no end and I've been playing it since last Friday evening. The latter is really addicting since it's just a portable game of the actual cards, and you get a booster pack of five cards whenever you beat the computer opponent. Talk about addicting. Now if only I had an actual Gameboy Advance, I'd be trading virtual cards right now...

On the Bad Side

My elder brother is frantic about NBA stats, now more than ever since he's playing this basketball management game with his friends at smallworld.com. And well, he bugs me because the working computer (i.e. no random popup ads at Internet Explorer) is in my room.

And while I don't mind him using the computer once in awhile, I've seen him more times today more than I see him in a month. And well, he bugs me at the worse hours, like say, 1 am.

So obviously, not only is my Internet access limited, so is my sleeping hours.

What makes it worse is that he's in my room, and me being the strange person that I am, I want solitude. My brother is also the kind of person who's been bugging me ever since I was a kid that I immediately wake up the moment he (or any other person for that matter) enters the room.

Had to salvage the old PC (the one with the Gameboy emulator, along with all my high school documents) and bring it to his room, which I had moved downstairs previously (still from his room, so you can just imagine the frustration of bringing back a heavy object back to its previous place).

Now if only dust didn't cling...