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Yesterday’s ladder run. I placed gold a week back, won my first game last night and got demoted to silver, lol. Lost 3 right after that, then caught 7 wins back. Last game lost to a Terran mech in plat. Don’t understand the HotS meta yet (oh, swarm hosts).
The trod to masters might be longer than I thought. :)
It’s back. I’ve been itchy to play StarCraft every time I can get. Been warming up with some team games to get my ladder anxiety at a decent level, then hit the ladders I go. I have to get to Master’s League this time around.
It took a little StarCraft nightmare to make me write this. I was shoutcasting HOTS with “bunny” and I didn’t know any of the units. What’s worse, I was reading TwitchTV chat and they were flaming the hell out of me. I woke up and I said, good god, I need to play HOTS.
So I did. I’m a little rusty though. I haven’t really touched the game seriously for almost one year. I played a little bit of twos, and started practicing my mechanics with elite AI. I must admit I still die to Cheater AI, that’s the next thing to beat.
Ah… my noob ass…
random thought: 2013 goal = masters league in SC2/HotS.
BRING IT
I made it this far.
those times when i play dress up.
Work in progress.
This is a composition with my minifigs that I’m trying to get right. I have this marine looking lego minifig which is my “Jim Raynor in training”, surrounded by marine & zerg army men toys.
I love this picture – but the focusing bugs me! I tried so hard to get the focus on the gun barrel, but it kept focusing on the zergling behind. Argg.. back to the drawing board…
Aye, captain!
My little musketeer.
Why thank you! ♥
No, I did not. :) I don’t really like “female” cups!
I’m sitting here in my cubicle, feeling restless and uninspired. This doesn’t happen very often. But when it does happen, it hits… hard. Instead, I’ve succumbed to listening to John Mayer on repeat; half wishing that he was singing to me, and forgetting for a moment that he is a world-renowned D-bag.
I hear him play the guitar and my old desires of being able to play an instrument and sing comes flooding back. It’s frustrating at times, feeble attempts of singing and all you hear are more attuned to squawks than melodies. I just end up laughing, at myself. Good thing I have a good sense of humor.
I’ve taken the liberty to over-decorate my cubicle. Some of my coworkers think it’s a mess, but I think it’s a thing of beauty. I see it as a constant reminder of what I’m working for.
I read someplace that goals are dreams with a deadline. When I’m particularly finding it challenging to push myself at work, I picture what I want to be 5 years from now. The ambition is so preposterous that I keep telling myself, make every day worth it. Keep proving to everyone what you are, what you can do, and what you’re worth. And then the 5-year goal seems to be more achievable.
I’m pretty ambitious to a fault, but dreaming is free.
Five years ago, working here would be the perfect example of a preposterous ambition. But now I’m sitting here, and every time I look up – I see Kerrigan, Jim Raynor, Deathwing (and a random snowman) staring back at me.
A lot of people thought I was a mess. Back in school, I would roll out of bed, always late and maxing out on absences. There’s a few good reasons for that. One, StarCraft; two, Diablo II, three, Warcraft III. It didn’t matter to my university mates that I was rather bright; but I was simply that girl who was totally enamored with her video games.
Proved them wrong. If I can give a high-five to myself a decade prior, I would. Still glad I turned out the way I am, and not anything else.
The only thing constant about my writing is being an expert in digression.
I still feel a bit uninspired, bored and under-utilized. But after giving my little cube a second look, I remembered how lucky I really am.
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