Vacation mode healing

After work today, well even for the past several days, I've been on vacation mode. It showed today on my Holier Than Thou Priest. I've let the tank die twice in a row on the very first group I've joined on Drak'Tharon Keep. I was about to say something in my defense but bowed out and said it was my bad & didn't heal fast enough. Compared to the next tank we had as well as the off-tank sort to speak, I had a better time healing them. I can heal but if the tank gets a third down in HP in the initial pull of a group, there's something wrong don't ya think? With the second tank, I planned ahead, anticipated with medium heals, threw in Shield for shats and giggles, and the most part over-healed. Not good me thinks, but all in all, it brought me down a bit, until now, I was spoiled and didn't have to heal 98% my tanks without worry. As for today? My heals were in vacation mode. Please ask me to leave if I'm in your group for the next two weeks.

one night in the battlegrounds...

I’ve been venturing into the battlegrounds lately with one my alts currently at level 60. The win-loss ratio has been 45:55 during prime time. After prime time for the past week or so, it dropped drastically to 0:100. As much I dislike to lose but I can tell if we’re going to lose right away especially in AV. It’s been a total lack of organization about 75% into the BG and by the time we pull our $hit together it’s a little too late. Of course, one of the last chat messages before leaving are like "GG…we can never cap towers & defend it." Insert unhappy face because it's nothing new here.

One night ago, there was one AV that got my interest.

It started from someone in chat about a warrior. It was one of those "Holy #%$$^, this guy is decked out." So I went "Hmmmm…" and off I went. Sure enough in the lead of the pack is this warrior.

What did I do? I charged in. We ended up face to face. We do our little dance but not the forbidden dance. Ten seconds later, my face hit the ground. In my mind, “Ok, what just happened?” So what I do next? Hit that mount key after reviving and looked for that dam warrior like a heat seeking missile.

So at the nearest tower from the graveyard, I see that rat-face-looking-bastard night elf. Yes, I’m horde and a Death Knight as well. A DK when everybody else sees me and throws there hands in the air saying “great…not another DK.”

I charged again like the pale death horse I rode on. Again, my face has a liking to the ground and must’ve eaten some snow but not the yellow snow.

According to raid chat seconds later, the warrior had at least four healers on him. When is the last time you had that many healers on you? None? Me too.

So what do you do when you get kicked down again? You get back up and get your a$$ kicked again that’s what.

One more time, I ate some snow again.

Before we lost, we’ve gone gangsta-style and killed that buggah. So instead of yelling "WOOT!" I hit my macro and did the chugga-chugga-choo-choo train emote. Yeah, I need a new emote.

What was really interesting to me is that in the armory, this person was decked out in all pvp epic gear. Nothing new here. He’d also according to the armory, had no BC or WoTLK factions listed either. Nothing new here as well.

But it was interesting…to me.

past Father's Day...

Someone asked me what I did for father’s day. I responded quickly, “You don’t want to know what I did for Father’s day”. So seconds later with a cute smile she convinced me what I did last weekend. I told her one of two possible scenarios. You figure out which one I told.

The first one…

What I usually do this day, me, my mom, my brother, his wife, and my twin niece & nephew went to my dad’s grave. My mom bought a sorted bunch of flowers and we put them in the vase that’s part of his head stone.

I believe the moment I said “my dad’s grave”, she started to cry, well not cry, but tears built up and her eyes were all shiny. My eyes would’ve swelled up too but I was pinching my right leg without giving it away.

Then we said our peace in our own way and headed off to our favorite dim sum/seafood place. My dad wasn’t into Chinese but I know he was definitely into seafood, hell he would’ve preferred to catch his fish than buy it. Fishing was his hobby.

This scenario sounded normal enough, which in truth, is what we do every year, except my brother is a father too and we do what he wants, which is either Chinese or seafood. Go figure.

The second scenario happened in a galaxy far, far away…

Years ago I went to my father’s grave. Whether it was days or weeks before Father’s day, I don’t really recall.

Well, it was foggy. Maybe it was just overcast but what ever it was, the weather wasn’t as usual. It’s San Diego for Christ’s sake.

There I was, all alone, and I mean all alone in the cemetery. What I remember was I had my arms wide apart and I was doing that circular motion with my hands like I was resurrecting someone.

Ok, maybe I was.

Moments later, from the corner of my eye, I’d noticed someone walking towards me and he was wearing all black but I swore this person had a pale glow aura around himself.

When I made eye contact, I stopped doing that circular motion with my hands and my arms fell down since I was interrupted.

“Are you alright my Son?” He asked.

“Why yes Father. I’m ok. Just chillin’.” I replied.

He was a man of the cloth, a reverend.

"So…(eye brows motioned up)…what were you doing just now?" He inquired.

“Ummm….” I paused since I didn’t have an answer and if I did he wouldn’t have understood.

“So you were trying to resurrect your Dad.” He answered for me.

“Umm…yeah.” I replied as if I were guilty of something sinister.

“That’s ok.” He said seconds later.

“O-kay?” I responded with my eyes slightly bulging out.

“It’s ok…because… if you had two other people with you and you were trying to summon your Dad…I would’ve gotten Holy on your a$$ and would’ve critted all of you with a rank 100 smite.” Said the Elite Holy Priest.

So I said my peace and “hearthed” back home.

Ryobi's Loft #3

There was a knock on the door and Ryobi walked on over to answer the door

“Who is it?”

“It’s me. Oliana.”

Opening the door.

“Hey…” Before Ryobi could finish his greeting.

Oliana rushed to Ryobi and embraced him almost like a tackle.

“What’s the matter, my dear?”

Oliana crying. “T got let go early this morning.”

“What? No way.”

“What sucks is that I didn’t get to see her before she left. No warning. Nothing.”

“I don’t think anyone ever gets to see anyone before they leave. Remember Dizzi? She tried to say goodbye to us but the assistant HR just escorted her out. We’ll try and call her later. I don’t think she’ll be in the mood to talk to anyone right now anyway.”

“Can I stay here? I’m not going back to work.”

“Sure.”

“I’m going hang out on the balcony and water your plants with all this crying.”

“Ok.” Giving Oliana a reassuring hug before she went to the balcony.

“Hey man, not that I was eavesdropping, I’m sorry to hear the news about T.” Said Bhodee.

“Me too dude.” Said Trelli with a sad face.

“I hate this. When is this ever going to stop. Frack. Mutha fracking frack. T was like a big sister to me. Always helping me out when I needed it or anyone else as a matter of fact. She was more of a friend to me than me to her. I never really thank her for everything she has done for me.”

“I’ll call Bethei and cancel our plans for Slave Pens today.”


There was no mood in playing today. How could we anyway?

Ryobi's Loft

“Well…Cäriñä came over since her internet was down. I was checking my email at the time but her pet monster hovered right behind me and bumped my chair…unintentionally. I turned around and the way Shalamar was looking at me…it unnerved me like no end. You know how it is.”

“Dude, I bubble up when he gets close.” Exclaimed Bhodee.

“Poor guy. I bet he wants a hug.” Pitied Trelli.

“Well give a him a hug and see what happens. You’re the only one that’s the same height as him anyways you burly oaf!” Bhodee stated.

“Hey! I was born that way. I can’t be silky smooth like you guys.” Mooed the tauren.

“So, can you get to the story?” Bhodee pleaded.

“Well, Cäriñä went ahead and logged in to my computer without as much as a Hi to me. So I offered Shalamar a drink. He just looked at me as if I was dinner or something. I paused for an answer but nothing.”

“Moments later”, he said “Je suis désolé de vous déranger, mais pourriez-vous s'il vous plaît me dire où sont les toilettes?”, “He said it like a true gentlemen.”

“For some reason, I actually remembered my French back in high school and just nodded in the direction of the bathroom.”

“Holy crap, he can speak French?” Bhodee said surprisingly.

“I can only imagine what happened in there.” Trelli said imagining.

Ryobi just shook his head and looked at Bhodee whom later rolled his eyes.

“Ok, what happened next?” Bhodee asked.

“What do you think happened next!” Ryobi threw it out there in disgust.

“I can only imagine…” Trelli said as if he were answering the question.



to be continued…

To be reborn...

I rubbed my eyes because it felt like I was gazing forever in the distance. When my vision became clear, I soon realized that I was reborn in the afterlife of neither living or dead.

In my wake, I was surrounded. Surrounded by my friends. Friends who came to past but never crossed the hidden barrier into the afterlife. Our headstones were laid close together knowing we’ve met our fate in the end. Even in the end our circle of friendship was never broken.

So until then...I will sit here during the first moon, say my peace, give my respects, and go on until they cross into the afterlife.

Well…time has passed and I’ve seen at least a dozen who have crossed under the first moon. None are familiar to me. I should feel sad yet I can’t. Not that I was holding back but this new me is different.

I wanted to wait some more but I was compelled to walk away. I’d looked back several times as if one of friends would suddenly appear and we’ll be united again. But this feeling, which I can’t describe with mere words, grew less and less. I soon walked further away never looking back…again.

-Chrodee

My no-longer played Undead Warlock when I first created him many moons ago.

Ryobi's Loft

…the following morning at Ryobi’s loft


Khatrelli and Bhodee walked in through the slightly opened door and see Ryobi leaning towards inside his fridge.

“Dude, where did you get those slashes?” Bhodee questioned looking at Ryobi’s scratched up back.

Ryobi standing up quickly realizing he had no shirt on and turned around sheepishly.

“Dude, you’re a priest, why didn’t you heal yourself? Trelli asked.

“Dude, you’re asking why he didn’t heal himself and not ask…where did those slashes came from?” Bhodee questioned again.

Ryobi just shrugged and looked towards his bedroom when they all heard a whipping sound.

“Dude, you just didn’t…” Bhodee asked with his eyes popped out.

“Wait, did he just do what I think he just did…” Trelli asked more to himself than to anyone.

Bhodee and Trelli just busted up and fell rolling on the floor laughing their asses off.

“Dude, if Cäriñä finds out about this…” Ryobi pleaded all of a sudden.

“Don’t you ever learn? Trelli gasped still laughing.

“Don’t you know what’s coming once she finds out? Bhodee inhaled like he had asthma.

“It did crossed mind…afterwards.” Ryobi shuddered at the thought.

“How in the hell did you pull this off? Bhodee recovered as he stood up.

“Well you know…I have my ways.” Ryobi flexed to himself.

Bhodee and Trelli looking at him not convinced.

“I’m charming…and you know, I do have mind control.” Ryobi saying with a straight face.

“Oh” Bhodee and Trelli said in unison looking at each other.


to be continued…