I made Tung's substitute look a little foolish on Wednesday. He took up more than half the board to work out one question everyone else couldn't do, even Zhongxi and Khai Sam. I'd already done in the the ten year series because thats where they fish all these revision questions from, and I solved in a much shorter number of steps. Seeing this as a golden opportunity to prove that my bid for top in A maths in class wasn't far fetched and outsmart an experienced teacher while I was at it, I announced I had a much shorter, faster and simpler answer. "How much shorter?" he asked. "Really short" I replied confidently, and scribbled five lines. When the class finally deciphered my horrendous handwriting, there were exclamations of "So easy?!?!?!", "So short only?!?!?", and most pleasant of all, "Cheng Heng pro!!" The sub scrutinized my working for awhile, probably looking for a mistake somewhere, but apparently found none and admitted I was right.
I also pondered the meaning of Labour Day. Why in the world is it called Labour Day, when we don't labour on it?? Okay, I spent it labouring, mugging actually. I guess most people have too. After about 3 hours of maths, I got bored and decided to write again, intending to spend about an hour on it. It took me another three hours to do this.
Homeward Bound
The long grasses billow in the wind
Far away from the city's din
In this ocean of gold and green
Where few have known and ever seen
Is a place where things go slow, especially life
No conflicts here, devoid of strife
An emerald shard of Heaven on Earth
It's Nature's Sanctuary, of infinite worth
The endless field goes on and on
My memories of this place are all fond
But the recollection I hold most dear
Of all the happy times I spent here
In the haven where life saunters at a leisurely pace
Is the eternal image of her face
Though many years have passed since then
I remember it as clearly as one possibly can
The first time I moved here, I noticed a tree
And under it, a girl who looked the same age as me
When she saw me coming, she waved and smiled
Calling for me to stay awhile
I walked over, and sat down
Next to the girl in the pink and white gown
I was a shy child, and I slightly feared
Having the pretty stranger sit so near
At first I didn't dare speak
But this girl was far from meek
"Hi! Did you just move here? Are you new?" she asked
With her bubbly disposition, we became friends fast
From then on, whenever we were free
We'd both head down to that old tree
We'd frolick and chase each other in the fields and then
In the midst of such fun and laughter, a beautiful friendship began
For the next five years, we would play
In that lovely field every single day
But one day we had to part
Destiny cruelly tearing us apart
My parents decided I belonged in the city, and I should return
The very thought of leaving her made my soul burn
We spent our last evening under the tree
Seeing her so sad really pained me
Tearfully, she asked why I had to go
I broke down too, and said I didn't know
We stayed there, watching the stars
The distance between us would soon be that far
There, nestled in each other's arms we lay
Until the inevitable break of day
As the sun came up into the sky
Once again, she began to cry
The sun lit up her eyes and long hair with its rays
As she whispered sadly "Promise you'll come back okay?"
Its been three years since that day
Once again I stand beneath the tree today
Silently thinking in reminiscence
Of her personality so effervescent
Everything is similar to the day I first came
The weather, the season, exactly the same
But this time, everything's so dreary
The emerald fields seem like deserted praire
Its now seems of life devoid
A giant empty abyssal void
Without her life this place is dead
Suddenly, a voice calls out to me in recognition
Could it be? I turn with anticipation
A hurtling body knocks me down
Emitting happy, joyous sounds
I look up and see her lovely face
I can't think, my mind's in space
"Sorry, I must be heavy"
Her crystal voice tinkles and apology
We get up and we embrace
She holds her head towards my face
Under the tree's leafy dome
She whispers the sweetest words "Welcome home"
Bryant's reaction
When shown to Bryant, he sandwiched a compliment between two insults, so I didn't catch it at first..
Me: How is it??
Bryant: Fuck you, how did you write this!! Its awesome!! Fuck you!!
Sam's reaction
Me: So what do you think??
Sam: I must wipe my ass with this so no one sees your talent
Aleena's reaction ( My other literature pundit)
Me: And your stand on it is??
Aleena: You considering publishing this??
I just realized, someone could steal all this and publish it as their own, that has me worried....
Maybe I should stop posting my works up here.....
Sad news, United lost 3-0 at the San Siro Stadium to AC Milan, after winning the first leg 3-2. There goes the Treble I guess. Well, at least that means Fergie won't be retiring too soon, he said he wanted one more Champions League trophy before he retires....
Some church people came to school during RME. You could have connected a brain activity meter to my head, and all you'd see is a flat line while they talked. Sounded like a bloody conversion session.
Hours Mugging: 30
Thursday, 3 May 2007
Saturday, 28 April 2007
Manchester United for the treble!!!
The week started off beautifully. Monday was a day of practically no education whatsoever. Someone lost the key to the class, and the class com spent half an hour looking for it. Eventually, they had the maintenance people come down to open the classroom. Even better, Mr. Lam didn't turn up until there was ten minutes left, so all he did was go through answers. The Full Lit guys spent the period moving from area to area because Mrs. Ang couldn't stand the fact that the air-con was down in the usual room, and we couldn't find a good spot. English could hardly constitute as a lesson. Elective History continued as usual, but its normally interesting. Chinese, well, what more can I say?? We spent PSE period learning to change a three pin plug.
Mr Tung left on Wednesday for the US to attend his daughter's graduation ceremony, so we were left without a real maths teacher. For the first period of maths in the day, we had one of the Tamil teachers who could barely speak English relieve us. Old Tung wasn't kidding when he said he doubted if the substitute teachers could teacher maths. The second period, we didn't even get a relief teacher, so you can imagine what it was like. I blew up at Chris today when he told me to get out of the goal when I conceded just one goal, shouting numerous expletives at him, which included screwing himself, only in a much more expressive way. I didn't dare to come back to me after that, and I didn't concede a goal either. Now, I've taken this crap long enough. Admittedly, I haven't done so well lately, but not so badly that Chris demands that he replace me as keeper. Every time a goal is conceded, they blame me, despite the fact that half the goals were conceded because
1. Defenders didn't clear the ball properly. Many times, when they attempt to volley or head away a goal kick, they miss, and I, placing confidence in their ability, ends up suffering, either having to slide across the ground to catch it, or being chewed out by letting a goal in. Might I remind Chris that in one match, he headed the ball right straight into my net. And he thinks being a keeper is easy....
2. The area is so small, you can score from a goal kick easily.
3. Everyone wants some glory, and my defenders abandon me to attempt to score, promptly get dispossessed, and leave me to take on the attackers by myself. Wow, now I'm supposed to be good enough to take on three strikers at once. Either that, or they leave the wings wide open for someone to run down from and score.
Well, today, playing with JC and his mates, I was a keeper with a real set of defenders, who didn't abandon me for goals or block my view. I saved three shots from school team soccer players, and conceded only one goal in the forty minutes I played, upon which my defended admitted it was his mistake. They all said I wasn't bad, and were appalled when I told them Chris wanted me out of goal. Shows what I can do with a real team, with people who don't throw the blame around. Look, just because I'm a little on the passive side Chris, don't even think of moving me out of MY position you stupid fucktarded piece of crap.
Anyway, on a happier note, Manchester United came back from two down at the 50th minute to win 4-2 against Everton at Goodison Park. O'Shea opened up with a goal from a corner kick, Phil Neville equalizing for his former club with an own goal, Rooney slipped a shot from a tough angle for the winner, and set up a never before seen player Eagles to score his first goal. United's lead stretched to 5 points in the Premier League when Chelsea drew with Bolton at home!!! Quadruple eh, Special One?? Don't count on it. The Premier League is ours.
Clocked 25 hours of study so far, almost there...
Mr Tung left on Wednesday for the US to attend his daughter's graduation ceremony, so we were left without a real maths teacher. For the first period of maths in the day, we had one of the Tamil teachers who could barely speak English relieve us. Old Tung wasn't kidding when he said he doubted if the substitute teachers could teacher maths. The second period, we didn't even get a relief teacher, so you can imagine what it was like. I blew up at Chris today when he told me to get out of the goal when I conceded just one goal, shouting numerous expletives at him, which included screwing himself, only in a much more expressive way. I didn't dare to come back to me after that, and I didn't concede a goal either. Now, I've taken this crap long enough. Admittedly, I haven't done so well lately, but not so badly that Chris demands that he replace me as keeper. Every time a goal is conceded, they blame me, despite the fact that half the goals were conceded because
1. Defenders didn't clear the ball properly. Many times, when they attempt to volley or head away a goal kick, they miss, and I, placing confidence in their ability, ends up suffering, either having to slide across the ground to catch it, or being chewed out by letting a goal in. Might I remind Chris that in one match, he headed the ball right straight into my net. And he thinks being a keeper is easy....
2. The area is so small, you can score from a goal kick easily.
3. Everyone wants some glory, and my defenders abandon me to attempt to score, promptly get dispossessed, and leave me to take on the attackers by myself. Wow, now I'm supposed to be good enough to take on three strikers at once. Either that, or they leave the wings wide open for someone to run down from and score.
Well, today, playing with JC and his mates, I was a keeper with a real set of defenders, who didn't abandon me for goals or block my view. I saved three shots from school team soccer players, and conceded only one goal in the forty minutes I played, upon which my defended admitted it was his mistake. They all said I wasn't bad, and were appalled when I told them Chris wanted me out of goal. Shows what I can do with a real team, with people who don't throw the blame around. Look, just because I'm a little on the passive side Chris, don't even think of moving me out of MY position you stupid fucktarded piece of crap.
Anyway, on a happier note, Manchester United came back from two down at the 50th minute to win 4-2 against Everton at Goodison Park. O'Shea opened up with a goal from a corner kick, Phil Neville equalizing for his former club with an own goal, Rooney slipped a shot from a tough angle for the winner, and set up a never before seen player Eagles to score his first goal. United's lead stretched to 5 points in the Premier League when Chelsea drew with Bolton at home!!! Quadruple eh, Special One?? Don't count on it. The Premier League is ours.
Clocked 25 hours of study so far, almost there...
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
Its possible to clothesline yourself.
Mr Tung was in his harbinger of doom mode again, warning us that Circle Property questions were the hardest to get marks in since there was so much labeling to be done. After turning a simple circle and triangle into geometrical hieroglyphics that baffled me and just about everyone in class, he announced " Boys, this will get you...... One mark" and went on to drill into us the various symbols and other so called " Essentials". Sam Chou, being the rather expressive person he is, commented that "Aiyah, not worth it lah". At that point, Tung emitted a sound that can only be described as a cross between a city being flattened to ground zero by an N-bomb and a lion roar , and Sam continued his reign as Most "Outstanding" student, after which Tung went back into harbinger of doom mode and turned his dire warnings on our recent graph test which everyone screwed up. Its not the first time Sam Chou has brought the whole class down with him. The first time was when he actually said the F word in front of Miss Matthews during SS when she mentioned she was sworn in as a Singaporean citizen a couple of years back.
But at the end of school, Wayne lightened the mood by running head first into the cordon put up around the track. Kevin apparently decided to stop running into doors and felt stealing Wayne's quadratic curve was more entertaining. In the end, Wayne chased him all the way to the track, Kevin deftly sidestepped him as he made a lunge, causing Wayne to clothesline himself on the cordon. Sam, Bryant and I responded by reciting the "You got OWNED" chant. Pity we didn't get that on video.
Another tragic day, Columbine 2 took place, 22 people already dead. I first heard about while I was half asleep in the car on the way to school on the radio, the news startling me awake. The only other time the radio has had that effect on me is when I heard Man U destroyed AS Roma 7-1 in the Champions League. Most saddening thing was its just days before the anniversary of the Columbine shooting. I heard the shooter was an Asian man. Just a stupid, and probably insensitive theory of mine, but maybe the shooting was inspired by Doom 3, just like Columbine was rumoured to have been inspired by Doom.
Speaking of Doom 3, Sam Loh lent me the game. One weekend with it, and I now spend my nights with a flashlight under the covers, wishing I had a plasma gun instead. At many points, the game just turns annoying when its all dark and I'm forced to use the bloody flashlight to watch the zombies, Imps and the other hellish apparitions sample Space Marine's leg.
Best news I've heard in a long while, Mum and Dad finally trust me enough to leave me and my younger brother and sister behind while they tour Europe for two weeks. The best part is, its right after the exam, and they'll probably miss PTM. Of course, they plan to leave us with Mum's sister, but Mum quietly allowed me to return back here to stay on weekends. She'd have let me stay at home by myself, but I need someone to wake me up, or I'll never get to school. I just hope this isn't one those reality TV shows where the parents tell their kids they'll be out of town for a few days, when they're actually camping a few houses away with camera crews catching everything.
They leave 3 days before the FA Cup Final, which gives me a chance to invite fellow Man U supporters over. Man U ownaged their last two games, 7-1 AS Roma, 4-1 Watford. Chelski on the other hand, have barely survived their last two games, only snatching lucky winners in injury time against Valencia and Blackburn in the Champions League and FA Cup respectively. Only problem Man U has is the defensive crisis. Except for Evra, all the first choice defenders are down, which leaves United one option, which is to score, and score big, like they always have.
But at the end of school, Wayne lightened the mood by running head first into the cordon put up around the track. Kevin apparently decided to stop running into doors and felt stealing Wayne's quadratic curve was more entertaining. In the end, Wayne chased him all the way to the track, Kevin deftly sidestepped him as he made a lunge, causing Wayne to clothesline himself on the cordon. Sam, Bryant and I responded by reciting the "You got OWNED" chant. Pity we didn't get that on video.
Another tragic day, Columbine 2 took place, 22 people already dead. I first heard about while I was half asleep in the car on the way to school on the radio, the news startling me awake. The only other time the radio has had that effect on me is when I heard Man U destroyed AS Roma 7-1 in the Champions League. Most saddening thing was its just days before the anniversary of the Columbine shooting. I heard the shooter was an Asian man. Just a stupid, and probably insensitive theory of mine, but maybe the shooting was inspired by Doom 3, just like Columbine was rumoured to have been inspired by Doom.
Speaking of Doom 3, Sam Loh lent me the game. One weekend with it, and I now spend my nights with a flashlight under the covers, wishing I had a plasma gun instead. At many points, the game just turns annoying when its all dark and I'm forced to use the bloody flashlight to watch the zombies, Imps and the other hellish apparitions sample Space Marine's leg.
Best news I've heard in a long while, Mum and Dad finally trust me enough to leave me and my younger brother and sister behind while they tour Europe for two weeks. The best part is, its right after the exam, and they'll probably miss PTM. Of course, they plan to leave us with Mum's sister, but Mum quietly allowed me to return back here to stay on weekends. She'd have let me stay at home by myself, but I need someone to wake me up, or I'll never get to school. I just hope this isn't one those reality TV shows where the parents tell their kids they'll be out of town for a few days, when they're actually camping a few houses away with camera crews catching everything.
They leave 3 days before the FA Cup Final, which gives me a chance to invite fellow Man U supporters over. Man U ownaged their last two games, 7-1 AS Roma, 4-1 Watford. Chelski on the other hand, have barely survived their last two games, only snatching lucky winners in injury time against Valencia and Blackburn in the Champions League and FA Cup respectively. Only problem Man U has is the defensive crisis. Except for Evra, all the first choice defenders are down, which leaves United one option, which is to score, and score big, like they always have.
Saturday, 14 April 2007
Forget windwalk, do the highway walk!!
Friday the 13th indeed... Didn't start off too badly at first, getting through Physics period without a scratch, and old Tung confirming my logarithm equation, which means I have just written the eleventh law of logarithm!! Then the crap started, with no one completing the graph test 8( When that horror ended, PE started, and I realized that in anticipation of the match today, I had forgotten to bring PE uniform. I managed to get Andrew to lend me his set on the condition I wouldn't stain it, which wasn't so hard since my class spent PE in the LT because of the rain. Then came chemistry, along with the memory of the chemistry homework I hadn't done yet. Score two for Friday the 13th. The second maths period came with Tung teaching us about cylicparallelograms. While the name certainly sounds cool, learning about them isn't. To top it all off, he taught it right through PSE lesson. 3 for Friday the 13th.
And if that wasn't bad enough, the match was called off because of a lightning storm, but we were still forced to train. Tells quite a bit about Alfred Nathan's intelligence, since we he was saying earlier on that lightning storms have a 6km radius, and we were just over a click from the Police Academy where we were scheduled to play at. We walked, no, waded our way into our new field/swamp to train, and the second stringers like me became cannon fodder for the starting fifteen. Eventually I got to play on the first team when Gabriel left, but I didn't start so well, dropping the first kickoff. The only Sec 4 who really bothers to be nice with me is Dick, some are sympathetic, the rest apathetic.
Word's been going around that I was the student who was reported on the radio for walking on the highway last year. Well, actually it was probably me walking from CJC to the HDB hub cause my ez-link was running low. Its so far spread now that Edmund from 323 asked me on our first encounter "How far did you walk on the highway?" "Far enough to be reported on 97.8" I replied. (I'm not sure what station it was actually, but Nat says it was 98.7)
Thursday, 12 April 2007
Lollipops don't go well with cake
Mrs Ang got fed up with people stalling for time and how certain songs took forever to download, so she decided to stop all the presentations and ordered those who haven't presented yet to just send the analysis of the songs to her, so now I won't get to present my anti-emo song (Bright side of life by Monty Python). I think it was one's guy's song. He picked this disgusting song about baking a cake that looked like it came from Playhouse Disney or something, and involved some supposedly 16 year old girl with pink hair and dancing around what looks like Muppet ripoffs baking a cake. My eyes were burned by that horrible video, thank goodness I can't remember the tune. Bryant summed it up best, calling it a "Crack-induced dream".
Why any sensible teenager would shame themselves by doing that is beyond me.
Mrs Ang : So whats your take on this song??
Guy: Erm...... Lollipops don't go well with cakes?
The class was unanimous on failing him except Luke, who wanted to pass him since he thought the girl was hot.b
Eric Lam suaned us today (again) because no one turned up for the make-up practical. Turns out everyone who was supposed to go didn't turn up. Luckily I finished it in time, so I was spared some of his wrath. He went on about how the whole classes attitude sucked, and how we were insolent, blah blah blah. Man, I'd wish he'd stop thinking the whole class was like that. Just because Adithya ( I don't care if I spelled it wrong ) only wants attention, and Sam Chou is a lazy asscrack doesn't mean the whole class is. I mean, hell, good portion of us actually listen, with me even taking down notes. I admit he's a good teacher, but seriously, there is NO room for error with him. Could help if he smiled more, its like Darth Vader teaching Physics when he walks in, all he's missing now is the voice synthesizer.
The good news is at least I did well for the maths test, with 18 out of 20, but I doubt Sam and Bryant want their marks up here. Pretty surprising to see Shen Shin get 18/20 as well, normally we have to save him in maths.
The bad news? There's another one tomorrow on graphs, which I suck at, I can't draw for nuts.
Why any sensible teenager would shame themselves by doing that is beyond me.
Mrs Ang : So whats your take on this song??
Guy: Erm...... Lollipops don't go well with cakes?
The class was unanimous on failing him except Luke, who wanted to pass him since he thought the girl was hot.b
Eric Lam suaned us today (again) because no one turned up for the make-up practical. Turns out everyone who was supposed to go didn't turn up. Luckily I finished it in time, so I was spared some of his wrath. He went on about how the whole classes attitude sucked, and how we were insolent, blah blah blah. Man, I'd wish he'd stop thinking the whole class was like that. Just because Adithya ( I don't care if I spelled it wrong ) only wants attention, and Sam Chou is a lazy asscrack doesn't mean the whole class is. I mean, hell, good portion of us actually listen, with me even taking down notes. I admit he's a good teacher, but seriously, there is NO room for error with him. Could help if he smiled more, its like Darth Vader teaching Physics when he walks in, all he's missing now is the voice synthesizer.
The good news is at least I did well for the maths test, with 18 out of 20, but I doubt Sam and Bryant want their marks up here. Pretty surprising to see Shen Shin get 18/20 as well, normally we have to save him in maths.
The bad news? There's another one tomorrow on graphs, which I suck at, I can't draw for nuts.
Sunday, 8 April 2007
No, I am not dead (Not yet anyway)
No, I am not dead from drinking my chem practical results, just hell busy and slightly depressed. A few things have happened since I last posted, most notably me getting this laptop I'm using to post this. It came fully operational when it was sent to us, with not too many problems. For one, it has yet to hang yet, and downloads stuff faster than I down unknown substances. Its a older model, and it came minus Windows Word, Excel, and everything else that's vaguely useful for doing work on, thank goodness it still has notepad. Well, it came free with an ownage wireless subscription, so I'm not complaining.
This technological piece of mana from Heaven came when my maths tutor commented to my mum that they were giving out laptops if you subscribed to a certain wireless plan, and with our old wireless router working as often as Daryl does his Chinese homework, it didn't take much to convince mum. Of course, she intended to use the laptop for herself, but she gave up on it pretty fast, and since dad already has on, the laptop falls to my administration. With the wireless I can use it in the comfort of my room at two in the morning, which I do pretty often now on weekends. Really have to get on with downloading Word though.
This technological piece of mana from Heaven came when my maths tutor commented to my mum that they were giving out laptops if you subscribed to a certain wireless plan, and with our old wireless router working as often as Daryl does his Chinese homework, it didn't take much to convince mum. Of course, she intended to use the laptop for herself, but she gave up on it pretty fast, and since dad already has on, the laptop falls to my administration. With the wireless I can use it in the comfort of my room at two in the morning, which I do pretty often now on weekends. Really have to get on with downloading Word though.
Monday, 12 March 2007
Death and Rebirth
Results came back. 23th out of 34 in class, not even in the top half. Sam barely got there despite screwing both his sciences bad. BC got 6th with a 60% average. Really have to pick up by next term and join him up there. PTM was okay, mostly cause my dad was overseas and it was just Mum. In our ten minute slot, she and Mr Tang spent twenty minutes discussing why I wasn't doing well despite me paying attention in all classes ( And working my butt off when it comes to maths ). Eventually the got down to blaming it on me sleeping late. Would you consider midnight too late?
Thank goodness for good ol' Sam. I'd turn emo and be slashing myself if not for him inviting me over to his place. Bryant, Jin and I were chauffered to his house by his driver for my first taste of Gears of War. When we got out of the car, I realized Sam's second week comment about him living in a HDB flat was bullshit. I won't comment much on his house, but I'll say he is loaded with a capital L.
First thing we did was head to his living room where his 360 is permenantly hooked to one tuff-looking screen. The three of them needed to practice for the tournament, so I settled myself on his computer to try The Suffering. The game truly deserves its position in Gametrailers Top Ten Scariest Games Of All Time. But the revolver in it is pretty weak, so I stuck to slashing those weird, freaky looking blade thingies with that big convict knife ( I can't remember the name, started with an S ).
Eventually, when Jin was taking a break, I offered to be target practice for Sam in multiplayer while Jin was away. He and Bryant spent a whole 30 seconds explaining the controls, and Micro the Moving Target was sent in to the arena to die. By strange force of destiny, or pure luck, I somehow managed to kill Sam, rearrange Carmie's facial features with my Lancer saw, save General RAAM's dignity and crush Sam's. "Sam, two days from the tournament, and you get killed by someone who learned the controls in half a minute two minutes ago." I remarked. Sam set out to straighten the laws of the universe. And got chainsawed again by me. Full of rage and shame, he tried one more time, only to watch Carmie have his torso ripped in half by RAAM's Lancer on Gears stunning graphics. By the end of it, Sam was crouching on prone on the couch like some crack addict not getting his dose, muttering "This isn't happening, this isn't happening" over and over again. Eventually, the universe rightened itself again, and I lost the other three matches.
We stopped for lunch around two. Sam's maid prepared something that looked like a mini version of the grilled chicken foldover at Mac's, only with ham. As we ate, his dog came into the kitchen. We fawned over it for a moment, and Bryant commented that the dog actually responded to voice commands. So Sam says " Sick the balls Laura". And the dog makes a dash for his. Sam saved himself and the rest of the Loh family line from his overeager to please dog, and we went back to the 360.
This time, I played multiplayer with BC, and the same thing happened. I was dodging Longshot rounds that miraculously missed RAAM's head. Somehow through my nervousness and Bryant's swearing, I managed to roadie run to him and eagerly stuck the trusty Lancer chainsaw into him. He lost the next two as well like Sam, but that might have been because he got freaked out when I shouted "HERE'S JOHNNY!!!" everytime I charged with the chainsaw revved up. Eventually, at the combined request of him and Jin, I stopped and promptly lost the next few matches. Awed by the humilating way they were both killed by me, Bryant remarked that "For all we know, he could have some secret talent for being chainsawing." Sam quoted Star Wars "He might be the one that may bring balance and peace to the world." And Jin acidly shot him down by countering " How the hell do you bring peace in Gears?"
When we played Co-op camapaign, we confirmed that I had become a true follower of the Chainsaw. I refused to use any thing but my Lancer, and relished close quarter combat cause I could saw without charging and getting shot. Unfortunately, this was my downfall when it came to the glowing Wretches. They blow up when killed, and you got to be pretty close to chainsaw.
The Locust are all asthmatic!!
Thank goodness for good ol' Sam. I'd turn emo and be slashing myself if not for him inviting me over to his place. Bryant, Jin and I were chauffered to his house by his driver for my first taste of Gears of War. When we got out of the car, I realized Sam's second week comment about him living in a HDB flat was bullshit. I won't comment much on his house, but I'll say he is loaded with a capital L.
First thing we did was head to his living room where his 360 is permenantly hooked to one tuff-looking screen. The three of them needed to practice for the tournament, so I settled myself on his computer to try The Suffering. The game truly deserves its position in Gametrailers Top Ten Scariest Games Of All Time. But the revolver in it is pretty weak, so I stuck to slashing those weird, freaky looking blade thingies with that big convict knife ( I can't remember the name, started with an S ).
Eventually, when Jin was taking a break, I offered to be target practice for Sam in multiplayer while Jin was away. He and Bryant spent a whole 30 seconds explaining the controls, and Micro the Moving Target was sent in to the arena to die. By strange force of destiny, or pure luck, I somehow managed to kill Sam, rearrange Carmie's facial features with my Lancer saw, save General RAAM's dignity and crush Sam's. "Sam, two days from the tournament, and you get killed by someone who learned the controls in half a minute two minutes ago." I remarked. Sam set out to straighten the laws of the universe. And got chainsawed again by me. Full of rage and shame, he tried one more time, only to watch Carmie have his torso ripped in half by RAAM's Lancer on Gears stunning graphics. By the end of it, Sam was crouching on prone on the couch like some crack addict not getting his dose, muttering "This isn't happening, this isn't happening" over and over again. Eventually, the universe rightened itself again, and I lost the other three matches.
We stopped for lunch around two. Sam's maid prepared something that looked like a mini version of the grilled chicken foldover at Mac's, only with ham. As we ate, his dog came into the kitchen. We fawned over it for a moment, and Bryant commented that the dog actually responded to voice commands. So Sam says " Sick the balls Laura". And the dog makes a dash for his. Sam saved himself and the rest of the Loh family line from his overeager to please dog, and we went back to the 360.
This time, I played multiplayer with BC, and the same thing happened. I was dodging Longshot rounds that miraculously missed RAAM's head. Somehow through my nervousness and Bryant's swearing, I managed to roadie run to him and eagerly stuck the trusty Lancer chainsaw into him. He lost the next two as well like Sam, but that might have been because he got freaked out when I shouted "HERE'S JOHNNY!!!" everytime I charged with the chainsaw revved up. Eventually, at the combined request of him and Jin, I stopped and promptly lost the next few matches. Awed by the humilating way they were both killed by me, Bryant remarked that "For all we know, he could have some secret talent for being chainsawing." Sam quoted Star Wars "He might be the one that may bring balance and peace to the world." And Jin acidly shot him down by countering " How the hell do you bring peace in Gears?"
When we played Co-op camapaign, we confirmed that I had become a true follower of the Chainsaw. I refused to use any thing but my Lancer, and relished close quarter combat cause I could saw without charging and getting shot. Unfortunately, this was my downfall when it came to the glowing Wretches. They blow up when killed, and you got to be pretty close to chainsaw.
The Locust are all asthmatic!!
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