IT LIVES!! IT LIV- Ouch, Son of A...

HE LIVES!! HE LIVES!! *Maniacal cackle* What? Creation, what are you doin- OUCH! Bad creation! You do not zap Dr Frankenstein with your remaining static char- OUCH! Finally succeeded in convincing my parents I was putting together a computer out of nothing but spare parts. Started on last Wednesday, actually *technically* finished the assembly on Thursday afternoon, it actually booted up much to my relief. Then the problems hit. First thing I noticed was that there was an apparent leak somewhere in the power supply, because I kept getting an electric shock from the casing... In Tim's book of the 5 common stages that need to be troubleshooted after assembly, I hit 4 of them.

In face of an OS that refused to install, a belligerent proto-computer that insisted on trying to kill it's creator via electrocution, and a fast approaching Chinese New Year, I surrendered and turned it in to the experts at Sim Lim who I assumed would magically fix it with their superior knowledge of the machine spirit I had somehow pissed off.

And more problems turned up. My motherboard had somehow burned itself out, and I would have to wait until next Friday (tomorrow) to see if they could fix it.


Damn. I thought I had raised ein Ubercomputer, able to match Bryant's own (RAMwise anyway), able to let me play TF2 without slowing down when three Medics activate their Ubers at the same time and three sentries fire at their patients, or play COD4 and shrug off the idiots who think its funny to toss 3 smoke grenades at the same time to force others to lag.

Instead, it seems I've failed miserably at playing computer technician. Oh well, I guess I'll know tomorrow if it can be saved.

At the same time, I'll know for certain tomorrow if I'll be in ACJC. You never know what happens in the postings, you hear all these stories...

Its strange thought, heading to the ACS family, after 4 years of being taught to jump on cars with an ACS sticker on their windscreens. Doesn't help that I've been trying to look for Dan Abnett's Traitor General, but if they ever ask though, SJI first.

Oh yes, I found this picture on icanhascheezburger.com, in their lookalikes section.



While they do look remarkably alike, I'm sure Bryant can tell us what else is similar about these two pictures.

WE ARE LEGION!!

8 points!! WIN!! I R WINNAR!! 7 A's!!

And that was all that filled my head as I collected my results on Monday. The hall was filtered out.

Got together with Sam and Bryant to let loose a raucous "WE ARE LEGION!" in the middle of the hall. I guess it wasn't exactly appropriate to those who didn't do well, looking back though.

Hehe, 3 days on, and it still makes me happy to think that I'm finally a true free man. Everyone else seems happy with their results, Bryant has 9, Sam has a 13 but he doesn't really care because it's enough for Trinity, Tim K has a 6 (Duh).

Best looking option so far would be ACJC Science stream. It's a bit far (Okay, very far), but it's good, there are plenty of SJI guys going there and there are plenty of SJI guys already there.

So far, Bryant, Ray and Kaiyang are putting it as their first choice, and so will Tim K as long as he doesn't get the call from ACSI (IB) teacher. Tim Foo has DSA'ed himself there, so he's going there whether he likes it or not.

To be honest, I did consider going for the IB program as well. The Net searches seem to say that IB is the new in-thing, but I'm one to listen to all sides. Apparently, while US colleges hold the IB in higher esteem than the A-Levels, the opposite seems to be true in the U.K.

A 41 and a 44 pointer (Out of a score of 45) in the IB were shown the door at Oxford and Cambridge, where an applicant with 3 A's in his/her A-Levels was accepted.

Considering I don't really have any plans to head all the way across to the US to study, yeah, bugger that. I've had enough of being a damned guinea pig in all these new educational schemes that very often tend to crash and burn (Yes, whoever thought up TDP in SJI must die).

Into 2009

-Eat a Quad Stacker (Done)
-Eat a Mega Mac (Done, Mega Mac beats Quad Stacker)
-Unlock Axtinguisher (Done)
-Unlock Blutsauger (Done)
-Finish up to Chapter 4 minimum
-Take over the world
-Resuscitate the plant above my desk (Failed)
-Return all of Sam's Discworld books (Done)
-Get the other two Gaunt's Ghost omnibuses (Done. There's only one other)
-Figure out why the *&!@ TF2 keeps shutting down on me mid-game (Done, and fixed)
-Convince parents to let me build my own computer

Before I go any further, there's a good guess that O-Level results will be out on 12 of January. A newspaper article involving a tuition teacher who scammed parents asked the judge to let her out on bail for her daughter's O-Level posting, and the judge agreed to let her out until Jan 19. According to another blog I saw, that means "the JAE will be done by Jan 19", so it must have started a couple of days before. The author guessed that it would be 12 Jan, given the posting starts a few days after the results come out.

I bought a microphone, so I can communicate/shout at the dumbasses who try and shovel enemies to death when I uber them. All I'll say is it's unlocked a whole new experience.

First time I tried talking in the Starhub servers, they thought I was speaking Chinese.

Then midway through Gold Rush, the building near the second point, me and another Medic were building ubers to rush the sentries on the ceiling. Then, all of a sudden, a red Demoman turns up at the door and attempts to blow us and our patients to pieces. With 97% ubercharge, I thought "Oh shi- I'm out of here!"

So I tried to back down the stairs and realized I couldn't go any further. Turning around, there was yet another red Demoman who tried to attack us from the back. I quickly switched to my blutsauger for a close range duel.

All of a sudden I'm bombarded with voice-chat screaming "MICRO, USE YOUR UBER YOU STUPID CH**BYE!", "UBER ME! UBER ME YOU F***KING C**T!". I got the Demoman, but the other one fragged me...

In the respawn room, I was assaulted once more with verbal abuse. That never gets to me, but the following line did.

"Eh, why you so stupid ah? Got uber why never use... Lucky I got or we all die liao..."

In a squeaky, lazy drawl that was far too high to be male. The girl was the other Medic. THAT really got to me. That annoying, bimbotic drawl that sends me into my own version of the Black Rage. If I knew the Dark Angel's Litany of Hate, I'd have chanted it.

I DIED TO SAVE YOUR BLOODY UBERCHARGE YOU STUPID BITCH! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE GOOD WITH THAT DAMNED MEDIGUN! YOU WILL NOT TELL ME I WAS STUPID TO LOSE MY UBERCHARGE FOR YOURS! YOU WILL NOT RALLY ALL THE GUYS IN TEAM AGAINST ME SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU FLOUT RULE 16 OF THE INTERNET (There are NO girls on the internet)

Okay, that's out. Team furious with me, I furious with team. So I switch team, and everything became much better.

There was an old uncle on the other team, given how he sounded and spoke on the voice chat. And he was very, very good.

It was like being lead into battle by a grizzled veteran of war, the one with the perpetual unshaven face and greying hair, a lean frame that nonetheless manages to overpower muscled barbarians on the other side of the lines. The one who always manages to keep his squad alive and lead them home while looking and sounding badass the whole time.

Very nice to Medics he was. Disappointed I didn't have a Kritzkrieg for him, since he made one more effective on defence than an ubercharge. Won every game and came in top three whenever I stuck around and healed him. Watched him rape enemy team as Soldier when another Medic Kritzkrieged him.

Microphone's greatly reduce odds of an ubercharge becoming a dud. Most players will be considerate enough to tell you that they're out of ammo. Still accidently ubered an AFK Heavy once. We stood there like a bunch of dummies, unmoving and watching the world go by surrounded by a blue tinted glow.