“Video-game Connoisseur”

Gone are the days of where just having a passion for video-games could get you job. Nowadays, you need some kind of degree like Computer Science or Technology or Engineering, etc. Something Computer-ish (Not an actual word, but I don’t care).

I’m not going to call myself a video-game connoisseur but, I do collect them and I definitely enjoy learning about the history.  Art and History were two of my favorite subjects in High School, after all.  There was a time when I really wanted to work within the video-game industry but I didn’t know where to even start.  All I knew was drawing and that the best I could do was character design if I ever shot for that type of job at all.

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I had a thought recently, that I’ve been working non-stop for far too long and being too selfless with my own dreams.  It was time to try to make my dreams come true and focus on myself more, though of course my family is still my top priority.  My new journey will still keep my family’s best interest, but also give me the freedom I need to take a step forward to making my dream job come true.  If I could get paid to sleep, I would be a billionaire by now but, since there is no such job like that- (why???)  I opted to have my second dream come true.  I wanted to play video-games for a living  🙂  Or at least work within the industry.  To do so, I could become a video-game tester or Quality Assurance Tester.  Some places don’t require degrees for these jobs, but some are just a bit too picky.  Gone are the days of where just having a passion for video-games could get you job.  Nowadays, you need some kind of degree like Computer Science or Technology or Engineering, etc.  Something Computer-ish (Not an actual word, but I don’t care).

I use to draw my own characters and come up with a background story for them-but my parents didn’t appreciate that I used red crayons to draw on the wall anymore.  I did better in High School of course after learning to use pencils and markers the right way 🙂  My imagination was at it’s peak during High School where I was around other like-minded students, some of whom were a year behind me.  I still want to narrow down which direction to take right now because I like designing characters and stories, but also playing games and writing about them.  I wish there was some kind of test I could take to help me pick a direction.

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Introducing myself to other consoles and different types of games is a hobby now.  I like learning about new games and the history behind their creation.  It gives me a kind of reassurance that this is the right direction.  After all, playing video games, along with reading comic books and watching cartoons is what inspired me to start writing.  I blog, I write science-fiction as well as help people with resume’s, school essays, and cover letters from time to time.

 

 

While the NES (Nintendo Entertainment System) was my first console, I do consider myself more of a Playstation person; this is the comparison equal to that of a dog lover vs cat lover version.  I have love for both consoles of course, but my loyalty lies with Playstation.  I think the main reason is because I follow my favorite RPG franchise, Final Fantasy.  FF use to be Published by Nintendo, until the debut of Final Fantasy 7 which came through SONY Playstation.  There is a Huuuuuuuge history behind this and I hope you readers already know about it. Spanning from the creation of Nintendo and Fusajiro Yamauchi to Square with Hironobu Sakaguchi. If not, please  youtube them.  I wish I could give you the links to my favorite video-game youtubers but I haven’t gotten their permission yet.

I’m so interested in the history of games, I’ve finally picked up a copy of Console Wars by Blake J. Harris and Super Mario: How Nintendo Conquered America by Jeff Ryan. Alas, I am slow to catch on because these books have been out for a long while.  Hopefully I can write a short review about them once I’m done 🙂  Please look forward to it!

Happy Gaming! 🙂

 

“Dear Tooth-Fairy”

So tonight, I’ll be putting $1 under his pillow and then in the morning, tell him that the Tooth-Fairy put the rest into his Savings account. Because she’s also an experienced financial accountant…apparently

My 5 year old recently had his first dental procedure-which was also his second dental visit.  In this visit, he not only received 2 crowns, whitening and filling, he also got 2 baby-root canals, which is the exact word the D.O. called it.  I was worried because I had mentioned it has been difficult weening him off his bottle because he loves milk, and I’m good with it because he receives essential vitamin D as well as helping him to improve brain function.  Everything else I made sure he would grow out of or into, but bottle-weening is just a failure at this time.  I noticed his front teeth being somewhat  loose and he also showed me  by doing the classic tongue-push-teeth that we all do when we feel our teeth loosened.  In his case, I was told that it was natural for children at his age to begin having loose teeth or already losing a teeth.  That made me feel somewhat better 🙂

Coincidentally, my dog, who is about 17 years old in human years (112 in dog years ) Lost her front fang just a few days before.  Long before I had my son, we identified my dog Niania as my daughter, mostly because she would waddle behind me everywhere I went like a baby duckling.  Now that my son is born, she has a sibling to play with.  There was a picture that we took of her, sitting and watching my son, who was about 3 months old, asleep in his tiny bed like a guardian dog.  Their relationship isn’t perfect of course.  She treats him just as she would a younger dog sibling.  When he misbehaves, she sometimes stands in front of him or nudge him with her mouth to tell him to calm down or relax or behave.  She once had 5 other siblings who we loved so dearly that we brought them with us when we moved from California.  Unfortunately, we had to give them away because we couldn’t bring them to our new apartment.

When I told my son that his tooth would be placed underneath his pillow and the Tooth-Fairy would put $1.00 for it in exchange, he asked me “why only $1.00?”  Good question, right? hahaha Well, I told him I would bargain with that Tooth-Fairy and get to the bottom of things.

I think I lost my first tooth when I was about 6 or 7.  That day when I told my mom, she said, we have to throw it over the roof of our house.  WHAT A WEIRD TRADITION, I thought.  According to our culture tradition, which ever direction on the roof the tooth fall from may predict your future prosperity, er-something like that.  I can’t remember what the outcome was.  In any case, I’m actually going to keep his teeth preserved as a precious memory trinket 🙂

So tonight, I’ll be putting $1 under his pillow and then in the morning, tell him that the Tooth-Fairy put the rest into his Savings account. Because she’s also an experienced financial accountant…apparently 🙂

“Unsung Heroes”

Yesterday while I went to pick up my little cousin from his elementary school, my car did that thing where it didn’t want to start.  Hard to explain but I’ll try anyway.  So let’s say I drove a solid 1 hour non-stop, and then when I reach my destination I turn off the ignition.  IF I try to re-start my car again within a 30 min time period from this, it will not start.  I usually have to wait between 45 min to 1 hr before it decides to start again.  So this does sound like my car is overheating, but I’ve been getting advice from friends that it might be this or that as well.  In any case, when I started my car and it worked, I rushed to get in into gear to move forward and stepped on the gas-unfortunately, when we came to a stop sign at the crosswalk, it decided to stop working, much like not having any gas at all.  I rolled my window down and pointed to the cars behind me to veer to the left as I tried to re-start my car.  Looking very desperate, a driver behind me also switched his emergency lights on and came over to my window to ask if he could help push my car to the gas station just directly to our right.  He was a Hispanic gentleman who seemed to have just gotten out of work and heading home or to the store-truthfully, mentioning his race shouldn’t make a difference, but otherwise this post wouldn’t be created.  He spoke very good English and had a kind smile along with him.  I unclicked my seat-belt to so I could put my car in Neutral and go out to push-BUT, in one last attempt to start the car, it actually worked-my car is a freaking DIVA.  The gentleman and I laughed and he got back into his car, but stayed behind us as we drove in case it stopped again.

I feel as though, good-hearted individuals like that gentleman don’t get recognized enough.  I see it often where people of his nationality are always up to helping other people in need.  I wanted to recognize this gentleman because I felt like it has been an on-going cultural acceptance, that people just help out when they can so it doesn’t matter what race or nationality they are.  I do agree with this, but also it does matter to me what nationality.  In our country’s current and on-going battle against racism, it is very hard for individuals of the minority culture to be recognized for the help and good deeds they incorporate back into the community.  They are instead shunned and hated upon.  Hate speech disgustingly written and sprayed on their car, houses or any property they own for neighbors to see and for their children to witness just how much hate exists.

If you have ever experienced a time when you needed help, and kind-hearted individuals were available or made their help available to you, I hope it’s something you will remember for all time.  Your heart will feel warm with love and appreciation and know that the down-to-earth humble feeling you have, comes rarely.  Which is why it’s so important to appreciate it when it happens.  When I teach my son about the kindness of humanity, I am always reminded of the feeling of humility when I needed help and, even though I never bothered to ask for it, my heart warms when I get the help I needed just by the kindness in their hearts-and not even asking for anything in return.

I feel so ashamed when I think of all the opportunities that are available to me, when I am researching the situation that is occurring in my country of birth, Cambodia.  Orphanages and schools suffer the most due to the lack of/inadequate help they receive from the corrupted government.  Instead, children and families of low-income depend on charity and donations from non-profit government organizations to help improve their lively-hood. I feel as though America is now suffering from this situation because our school budgets are being cut to nothing in some states, and low-income families suffer the most from low wages and increased taxes.

“The Power of Makeup”

Be that nice stranger that can tell someone that they look beautiful with or without makeup-just try not to be creepy about it hahaha

If you were a close friend of mine, you would know that between elementary through college, I was never a makeup girl 🙂  Not that I rail against the makeup industry or anything but I just didn’t know how to wear them.  Compared to a decade ago, makeup seems to have risen to a whole new level.  So many brushes, powders, highlighters, etc.

I remember  seeing so many girls my age and younger, wearing their makeups beautifully.  Their faces were like a canvas mixed with the most precise and beautiful paints.  I’d wonder how the heck they did that?  I come from a pretty traditional family, so for me to even think of wearing makeup in High School would still be frowned upon by my parents and possibly other adults in our Cambodian society.

My first time wearing makeup was right after I turned 23 years old.  I don’t know why I chose that date but, just roll with it okay?  Before makeup became a thing in my life, I use to be very passive about makeup.  I don’t know what eyeliners were, or eye shadows, concealers, blush-none of that.  And even when I did started wearing makeup, it was just simple black eyeliner and nude shadow on my lids with a cherry lip balm.  That probably doesn’t count as makeup to some hahaha  I started wearing it after I started going out on my first date-Yes, I went on my first date at 23!  Let’s get on with this.

Fast forward to 10 years after my 23rd birthday, I’m now more aware and knowledgeable about how to wear makeups.  Also, thank you YOUTUBE.  Ever since Youtube made a debut on the internet, I never thought how big in the industry it would become but also, the contributions it made to educational videos, PSA’s, How-to videos and online videogame streams- I LOVE videogames and would gladly sit and binge watch 9 hours if I feel like it 🙂 It also has the negative affect when it comes to people sharing videos of violent and bloody fights, arguments, physical abuse of seniors and infants–I cannot get into this because I burn with rage and can’t do anything else but curse those evil human beings who commit those evil deeds–

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Here I am without makeup, though I do have on moisturizer because heck, my skin gets extremely dry in the cold season 🙂  I have to say that my complexion has improved over the winter though, simply because I am now just getting the hang of using a moisturizer at all.  My face is either super dry or super greasy depending on the weather. I was never much of a moisturizer user either haha

Here I am with a full face of makeup.  My preferred style is mostly nude, but I am now becoming good at doing mauve makeup, as well as spring and summer inspired makeup.  Makeup really is an art. I can see how it can take a makeup artist years to become a great and famous makeup artist.

Many of our famous celebrities have been shown in magazines, many of the time with makeup but rarely do we see a picture of a celebrity without-which is why, when we DO witness a picture or video showing a famous celebrity, we are more surprised.  I’m not sure why but, the best I can surmise is that somehow NOT wearing-makeup, seems to be taboo in the minds of certain individuals.  It’s sad that this is the kind of world we are living in.  Of course it’s what’s to be expected when everytime there is a commercial on television, there’s a beautiful girl in makeup from head-to-toe, advertising a certain beauty product.  As well as in magazines and weekly coupons.  I have sifted through grocery coupons every week to find that, more than 80% of them are for beauty products and what grocery item coupon is left, is not usually something that’s on our shopping list to buy for making lunch or dinner.  I would love to see more coupons advertising more food products than beauty products because I firmly believe that there are other people like me, who would appreciate a good coupon on a bag of carrots, celery, lettuce or fruits.  Now, again, I am not railing against the makeup industry, I am a consumer after all.  But if we become a society where looking good is overtaking being fed, we’ll eventually submit ourselves into voluntary man-made famine…in a country where we can supposedly end world hunger with the amount of money we make without having a proper universal law for Maternity/Paternity-Leave-where, in other countries this law is upheld and very much appreciated by the working class.

So let’s just say we’ll close this blog with some Positivity 🙂  Be that nice stranger that can tell someone that they look beautiful with or without makeup-just try not to be creepy about it hahaha

“Nostalgia”

About a week ago I looked through one of my moving boxes that was still yet to be unpacked.  Opening it up to see the contents, I saw a few of my favorite things.  Videogames.

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I have to say, the past decade has been amazing for videogames, no matter which console.  Videogames are in a good place 🙂  My personality and way-of-life are all thanks to Videogames in fact.  What creativity and imagination I have now is all thanks to my introduction to videogames back when I was still in 5th grade.  By that time, I had already played Super Mario Bros-perhaps you’ve heard of it.

My favorite genre of videogames, RPG’s or Role Playing Games are videogames where the player is controlling the protagonist who is always set to explore the world to do something-or-other that prevents the end of the world or that start of a war.  You know, Lord of The Rings type of stuff.  My first RPG game was called Final Fantasy Mystic Quest-which is the franchise that would be my all-time favorite.

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FF: Mystic Quest was a videogame for the Super NES console.  The console which I spent hours and hours later playing Donkey Kong Country, Super Mario World, Killer Instincts and much more.  There are many individuals who say that, playing videogames is immature, unprofessional or that it enables kids to re-enact the violence they see in certain games.  Everyone is entitled to their opinions of course and it did surprise me to hear about certain incidences involving game violence and how the ESRB rating was created.   Entertainment Software Rating Board (ESRB).

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I played videogames with my little brother and and uncle, who is actually 4 years older than me-he is the one who really introduced us to games, so I do have to thank him.  It’s such a fun past-time for me because I had no other outlet to expand my growing imagination.  My love for videogames lead to my artistic skills and love for reading comic books hahaha

I am now half way in the process of getting my first book published. A book heavily influenced by videogame adventures style, manga art style and the storytelling style of a videogame director.

I would love to continue to have this kind of inspiration and influence in my life.  I have more games hidden in boxes somewhere and will hopefully rediscover them again soon 🙂

“Work. Stress. Anxiety.”

Let me now focus of expanding my horizon and gaining a better way of life through continued education and always strive to make a better life for myself and my family.

Recently since starting to write my Morning Pages, I’ve realized that I have been reborned-not literally.  I lived in California for over 20 years and my accent, habits, personality and hobbies were all molded into me during that time.  When we moved to Seattle in winter of 2006, I had to start all over again from the ground up.  Although I had been in college over 2 years, and was considered an adult, seeing myself back then I realized just how immature I was in mind.  I was not prepared for the future that was about to overcome me and my family.

For example, I had no work experience in Seattle even though I worked in 3 different places in California.  I hated staffing agents since that time because it was through the work staffing that I started working at an electronic assembling company.  I was the new girl and had no idea what sort of work was like because I had no experience in electronics, though my main job was mainly to assemble electronic components and ready them for assembling.  The Lead employee there had given me suspicious glances and I already knew there was something about her that made me shift away from her.  Even my fellow friendly co-workers too.  During the time I worked there, I was always greeted by friendly co-workers and others from a separate department and being my polite and friendly self, I always said ‘hi‘ back to them.  Short conversations were started and friendships were built.  But, MaryAnne, the Lead saw things differently.  She reported to our Supervisor, who is only around for 1 hour in the mornings before I am off work-My schedule starts at 10:00 PM and ends at 7:30 AM.  During this whole time, the supervisor is not even there.  In fact, she starts work at 7:00 AM, a full 30 minutes before I am off.  To cut the story short, I was fired because MaryAnne reported to the supervisor that I was too distracted at work– I was shocked and stunned that such a thing could happen, ESPECIALLY since the supervisor wasn’t there through the whole night to see my work performance.  I know better than to get distracted by wasteful conversations.  And she had the nerve to say that I was flirting or was enabling flirting with my male co-workers.  Which made me absolutely disgusted that she would lie and made my character out to be some sort of promiscuous girl.  In my mind, I was thinking, “Am I suppose to shake my head and turn around when someone says “good morning” to me or ask me how my day was?”  Just the most ridiculous bullshit I had ever heard of.  And this was why I was being fired???  Thinking about it now, I could have filed a suit against that company, but as it’s been over 8 years since the incident, I am well over the fact.  I have more battles to fight and have no time to even think about this company’s unfair treatment of me.  They weren’t the only company to treat me unfairly of course.  There are just so many companies out there that treat their employees like shit and get away with it.  I wish this wasn’t the case, but it is.  And unfortunately, some employees are not willing to raise their voice to protest against it, because they’re too scared of being fired.  Our new home was foreclosed nearly a year of living there.  I knew that it was partly my fault because I was not helping to bring in the income to help pay our mortgage.

A year or so later, I started school for Medical Assisting and graduated within the year.  After getting my diploma, I did per diem jobs for about 3 months until I started working at a certain clinic for over 3 years.  I later moved on to work at another bigger clinic for about 2 years after that.  I later decided that the new clinic I was at was just too difficult to get to, what with the working hours and the 1.5 hr commute.  I decided to go back to that company that I started off working with.  There, I was met with so many changes-not just with supervisor and management, but also with the employee’s, my co-workers.  One co-worker, whom I considered to be my best friend at work, whom I personally trained, pushed to aim for a promotion and encouraged, was now the Lead.  I was initially happy for her because I did recommended that she would be a good fit-at the time, I was a nominee for the Lead position but I opted out because I had decided to work elsewhere within the next month.

Upon returning, I was met with old friends telling me how much negativity there was and how the supervisor was biased in which employee was being treated better than the others.  I don’t blame them for feeling that way, because the first month I worked there, the Lead and Supervisor were bringing their knitting needles and yarns to work and talking and knitting during company time.  Honestly, I understand if they wanted to make the working atmosphere or environment to be friendly or down to earth, but from a professional standpoint, you would think it’s important to keep employees actively working-especially since this was a medical clinic.  It also doesn’t help that certain employee’s spoke too loudly and shouted across the Nurse stations information regarding patients-I think I was fed up the day I was asked to come in to work-on a day that I was off-I agreed to come in because I thought I could use the hours.  Unfortunately, I would be about 30 minutes late due to the last minute notice for me to come in and the prep time I had.  I even told the Supervisor, who asked me to come in and she was fine with it as long as I would be there.  As I walked in to work, coming past the Nurse Station the Lead, looks up and says “why are you so late?”  Just loud enough for everyone else to hear, making it seem as though I was a bad employee.  I said back to her, “I wasn’t suppose to be at work today, but I was asked to come in at 11:00.  I told the Supervisor that I couldn’t make it in until 11:30 because of the short notice.”  In my mind I was thinking, “Why don’t you talk to the Supervisor?  I didn’t have to be here today but she called me last minute and I told HER what time I would be coming in.” but I couldn’t say it out loud because I didn’t want to embarrass her.

Biting my tongue is one of the hardest thing I’ve learned to do and I think it’s the main reason why I liked working on my own. During the time I returned work, I was given the usual 90 days evaluation. Unfortunately, the Supervisor kept pushing back the review, saying that she wanted to see me improve-I had 5 years of Medical Assistant experience.  I helped to train the few senior staff that was there-that company has so much turn-overs.  I come into work professionally and behave as professional as I can.  Just because I am not always knitting, talking about which alcoholic beverage to buy for the weekend drinking party, or have lunch with you, doesn’t make me a bad employee.  She pushed back the review a second time and that was when I realized, she was just using my presence there to keep a full staff until she found someone else who would fit their “crew”.  I found out a little too late because I was later laid off but was told that I can reapply after a month. I’m blessed to know, that I don’t need to be in an association or “crew” to feel happy.  I didn’t reapply.  This is the company, where I only spent 1 month of Maternity Leave before returning to work Full Time.  Where I blacked-out from pain due to the stress and difficult shortage of staff and also, due to patience who check-in late and still want to be seen.  So when the doctor tells them they can be seen if they are willing to wait, it means I have to work like I am 2 different people.  I am hurrying to check-in a patient and then to give another patient their shots, and then find a room for that late patient while in between getting parent signatures for shots.  I started to experience chess pains and difficulty breathing.  After a week of these symptoms, and me putting up with it, I passed-out from the pain when I consulted another doctor about it.  I was just not taking enough care of myself because I was being to stressed from work.

I wasted my hardworking efforts at this company. I was a new mom and I wished that I could be with my son everyday when I am at work getting mean glares from patients and doctors who literally threw papers at my face. (This happened at the same clinic).  I am done working for companies like that and with Leads or Supervisors like those.  Let me be honest about that.

Let me now focus of expanding my horizon and gaining a better way of life through continued education and always strive to make a better life for myself and my family.