You know how you declare you totally hate something and label yourself an anti for life.
 You do right?
Well, do you also know how when you make that declaration, sometimes life has a way of making you eat those words and spin you 180degrees?
You don't? well...read on and educate yourself with my experience.

I never been a turn based fan. Those tactical games where by the characters walk on the spot and in a fixed square and await their turn.

I was fooled once, by Ogre Battle. The cute little character art of valkyrie, mages, archers,priestess and ogres splashed across the cd cover.

I was intrigued.

I brought the game back only to be frustrated by the system.
Having to wait for the enemies' turn and sometimes taking such a long time I threw the game out and swore off turn based games.

And Final Fantasy released a game on the tactical genre. I gave in, giving the game a chance but then I gave up.
I played it for awhile but seeing that I cannot recall much from the game/storyline it shows it wasn't even a blimp on my Awesome Games Radar.(AGR)

Fast-forward a couple of years and put a DS into my hands, I found myself with Final Fantasy Tactics A2: Grimoire of the Rift. It was easy to see where this was headed.
Satisfying me for  the time being till I found a more suitable game for myself with the cute game art and then banishing it to the LGC,  Lousy Games Corner.

But., seeing that I stayed up till 5 am playing the game means something. I put the game in last night and didn't off it till my body was slumped on the bed in a "my muscles have all gone to  sleep" fashion.

Have I matured into a different kind of gamer?
Or was it just a one night stand kind of thing? (But seeing that the morning after, or rather, afternoon after, I am still thinking
about the game means it's not.! *gasp*.)

I might have to dig out all the tactics games from my LGC and see if they make it on my AGR.
I think it's time we look past our declarations and step out to try.

With life, you will never know.

Today my daddy said to me, "Penis."

Okay, okay, so he didn't just say it straight up.
Like look into my face and yelled, "PENIS".
Rather, it was because of a burning curiosity on the parts of both of us.

We wanted to know how the urine bag works.
The kind that hangs on the side of a hospital bed with a tube leading from the bag and into the trousers of a patient.

So apparently my dad, having asked the nurse for an explanation was now telling me how it works.

Without battling an eyelid or flinching, he said, "They just shovel it right into the penis..."
Even though I do not have a penis, it sounds rightfully painful and i crossed my legs tighter as if to protect my imaginary penis.
"..and up into the bladder." YEOWCH. Clinching my lower abdomen, I squelched up my face, wondering how it would feel peeing directly into a bag. It's like an external bladder.

Uncrossing my legs, I sat up, looked at my dad with wide eyes and asked, " what about females?"

Without missing a beat he replied, " They shovel it up the..."

Ok he didn't say vagina. Haha.
 I guess there's only so much censored words a father can say to his daughter.