ME, my wife and HALO...

These past few days I've been trying really hard to put something up on this blog. And today I have decided to do it. No need to plan out, just open it up and type what ever that crosses my mind...

Of late I haven't been in sync with my toy collecting part of myself. Why? I kept wondering about that...Heck, I even posted about it in one of the forums I go to...until today I still ask that question. Nowadays, I'm not that crazy about toys. Not like before. Used go bananas at the mere sight of a new toy, but now...Some of my friends said that I'm bored with the toy lines that I collect, they said I needed a change of air...but I don't think so. Maybe I'm bored of the toy collecting field...

You see I'm the type that only buys the one I like or which looks good with awsome poseability. And the figures I have are usually one off for me. I'm not a completist or a poser. I know what I collect. I know the characters. And I have come to know a few if not a lot of people who collects for their own peace of mind. They know the things they collect and they know the characters. Those have become my dear friends and have my absolute respect.

Its the other bunch that I can't stand. Those who collect for bragging rights. Those who knows nothing except that which is a repaint or a reissue. Those who say, "oh...this is nothing much..." and BOOM...you see a figure the size of car...I mean...WTF? What are you trying to prove? It's like comparing who's dick is the longest contest. So maybe that is one of the facts that I'm losing interest...who knows, I might sell off my whole collection and get myself a sofa, a new television set and an X-box!

Now that's where my next paragraph will bring us.

I have realized that sometimes, as a guy we have the tendency to carry on our simple single dude way of life. In our humble home, we don't have a sofa. We use two single mattresses and put a nice cover on it. That's our sofa. It's comfy, it's nice and it's not expensive. I was kinda happy with that, cause having a sofa in our apartment brings to me this problem when we have to move later. Well, that's the dude part of me thinking. I managed to discuss with my cutey little wifey about what I think and she was okay with it.

Or so I thought.

Actually she wanted a sofa. She just agreed with me to make me happy. And for that I felt like a doofus. She has made so much sacrifices for me and I think I should make her happy. Get a sofa. That's all. And worry about how to carry it down all the way from the 11th floor later. I mean, we're not moving that soon...so we can get a sofa. A REALLY NICE SOFA. (here's for you beautiful!)

She gave me the green light for an X-box...so I should make her happy right?

Being married is trying to understand one another and supporting each other. And since my dearest is feeling rather down lately...I want to do things to make her happy. To tell her that everything will be okay and that I'll always be around for her...no matter what!

And that comes down to my last story. HALO.

It's a game. A video game. And I'm obsessed over it! I want to keep playing it over and over again. I want to be Master Chief!...Wait...I AM MASTER CHIEF!!

So yeah...I'm obsessed with the game.

Conclusion?

I'm bored with toy collecting but not quitting cause I still love having those plastic figurines to play...errr...to display.

I'm happy with my wife and I want to make her happy the best I can. (Sayang...no matter what, you're the hottest wife a man could ever have!)

I am Master Chief.

End.