The 90s were the BEST!

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Before people were obsessed with FB comments and how many likes they have on their photos…kids actually had real fun. I miss those days.

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GLaDOS is the ultimate Tiger Mother.

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I recently finished reading Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother by Amy Chua, which gained a bit of notoriety last year (maybe it was the year before) for claiming the “Chinese” parenting style as superior.

I’ve been playing Portal 2 more lately and it just occurred to me: GLaDOS is the ultimate Tiger Mother.

Harsh. Sometimes mean. Ironically encouraging.

Yup, sounds just like a Tiger Mommy.

No wonder she freaks everyone out. Amy and GLaDOS.

Pirates, cars, and fishes.

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I’ve just started playing The Secret of Monkey Island and it brought back so many memories of my childhood.

The Secret of Monkey Island

 

As a kid, I played a lot of point-and-click games, most notably Freddi Fish and Putt-Putt.  Ah, the good ol’ times of finding things randomly that you could pick up and keep and not know exactly why sometimes, but still kept it anyways.


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I feel like a kid again.

The Road Not Taken.

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One of my favorite poems:

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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When I read this poem sometimes and reminisce about my life and how I got here, the myriad of paths I could have taken throughout the years, I remember something important: Thank God I took the one less traveled by because Frost was right, that has made all the difference.