[Mood: Fine] [Mentally: Tired] [Physically: Okay] [State of Mind: Ready For War!]
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bub·bly (b b l )
adj.
Full of or producing bubbles: a bubbly drink; a bubbly soap.
Resembling bubbles: big, bubbly clouds.
Full of high spirits; effervescent: bright, bubbly children.
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Whenever I think bubbly, I imagine someone loud, cheerful and always perky. You know, like very active in asking and answering. I know of a couple of people who are bubbly, and usually they never fail to brighten up my day.
As positive as bubbly people can be, some can also be irritating to the core. It’s one thing to lighten up a conversation, but it’s crazy to lighten up a situation where everyone is so stressed up and waiting to blow. Though usually they are welcomed to the group.
So why are some people bubbly? I see it as if these people have a very optimistic mindset of whatever comes their way, and they never let a silly obstacle pull them down. This is one attitude which should be in all of us. Being bombarded with exams and work, one can only handle such stuffs by being positive about what he/she is doing.
The most common thought people get when they think bubbly is children. I am no different. The sights of children running around the playground, screaming their hearts out to express their delight, it can simply melt my heart. Not to mention babies being carried by their mums, be it on the MRT or while walking, and they stared at me. I just showed them a funny face and they’ll start squealing as if it was the greatest thing that happened to them.
Apart from people and children, bubbly reminds me of one person. Michael Buble. No, I don’t know him that well, but I did saw his album being promoted on TV. I can’t recall if he’s a blues singer, a jazz player or a trumpet player. But the name sticks in my head. Lolz. Some of the weird things I remember.
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Sadistic tactical maneuvers in combat
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I know people are going to critic me and say, “Hey, that’s not a word, so why are you talking about it?” Well, mainly because I have nothing to do. And the phrase is something associated with something else I like other than computers: Combat planes.
Although I would like to point out that the word “sadistic” doesn’t really fit into the phrase. But doesn’t matter.
Tactical maneuvers in my life are restricted mainly to flight simulators on the computer. I like playing combat plane games because of the adrenalin rush I get when I’m on the tail of the bandit (Translation: when I’m directly behind the enemy). I have this friend who always plays flight simulator games with me.
During our secondary school days, we used to play “Falcon 4.0”, a combat flight simulator making u the pilot of an F-16 Falcon. Subsequently, we moved on to F/A-18 Hornet. While playing multiplayer, we never fail to do crazy stuffs in a dogfight (air battle). There was this time we had both our planes a distance apart, and we flew straight towards each other at full speed, ala Pearl Harbour, if you watched the movie. In the last minute, we shout out whether we’re going left or right. Believe me, it was quite a rush of blood to the head.
With my callsign being “Raptor” and his being “Razor”, we eliminated enemies like flies. “Razor, I’ve got visual on the bandit. Fox 2!” “Copy that, Raptor. Another bandit heading towards bearing zero-niner-zero, over.”
The exciting part were usually when we have a missile locked onto us, and we have to shake it off in order to stay alive. My friend, without a doubt, had lots of experience in this area (He is currently the Major General of an international virtual online flight squadron, and he is on his way to being a fighter pilot in real life). Me on the other hand, not much. So with the missile closing in, I just flew into the crowd of planes, hoping that one of the would get in the way of the missile. Rarely worked though. I usually had to eject before the missile hit my plane.
But one thing I like to do is shaking of enemy planes on my tail. I like to fly low (and I mean really low) among the mountains, depending on the terrain, and then you know, I did a similar thing Will Smith did in Independence Day. It was fun. Lolz.
That pretty much summed up what I wanted to write tonight. I changed the concept of Nuralogue from a single word per day to 2 words. This is so I can accommodate the 13 words given within this week. Thanks for all your entries. Most of them are very surprising, but I’m willing to give it a go. Until then, I better sleep.
Gonna have a long week.