Oh dear, we have to stop seeing each other..

Here’s a thing that’s going through my mind as a gamer once and a while and I’m sure fellow ‘holy’ hobbiests can confirm similar thoughts: “Boy, my backlog is beyond huge now, but I will have shitloads to play when I’m in old.” Well if you are like me, here’s me sounding like a douchebag:…… Continue reading Oh dear, we have to stop seeing each other..

Dear Hobby.

Dear Hobby, I want to express my gratitude for staying with me all these years, I could not, have frequently escaped from life, if I never met you. But I want to say that’s okay though, because when you were just a little hobby, nobody seemed to understand the power you could have over others over…… Continue reading Dear Hobby.

Odin’s wrath.

Red flags encounting, our host seems to be an incontrollable factor in even the most chic places, like the ‘Boss’s restaurant’. He did not even try to impress anyone anymore and I started to get worried about the bill suddenly. It’s time to add a paella-pan table to ours to expand I think, luckily Jesus was…… Continue reading Odin’s wrath.

Not exactly reaching Valhalla.

Oh boy, the cab-drive trip was killing me! The city’s finest night time wonders, beautifully lit historical buildings I might add, were swooshing by our windows while Odin is still yapping shop talk; pulling our attention in and out of this spectacle because he recently introduced questions to his story. The cab driver however was okay, he made sure…… Continue reading Not exactly reaching Valhalla.

Odin’s path.

Having come down in ten minutes I was indeed treated with a walking-distance trip to the head-office. In retrospect I was happy we left our hand-luggage at the hotel, the pavements sucked as there was construction everywhere. Erase earlier complaint on having to go to the Hotel in the first place. The Budapest office was impressive; I…… Continue reading Odin’s path.

Arriving at destination can take forever.

I knew this day was coming. Yet as normal, I try to be detached about it for as long as possible to contain myself. I get excited easy, but more even so as this was the first day I actually got to travel for work. I need a certain nonchalance to counter this ‘excitement’ up until the point of the last day of work before the event. That was Yesterday.

Oh gosh, has it been that long?

Haven’t we all made promises just for the sake of stating promises? Haven’t we all felt that there’s less and less weight to promises made by you in text? Have you ever considered even yourself an easy target to break a promise with? Well dear slightly interested person of the wild wild web, I do too often,…… Continue reading Oh gosh, has it been that long?