With my little eye, a Heavy who doesn't realize anything suspicious about a "friendly" Pyro back to his own base in the sewers. Butterfly knife FTW.
Have begun playing Team Fortress 2, mostly as a Spy, going around stabbing hapless Snipers and Heavies in the back. Okay fine, the learning curve is really steep for Spy (70 kills to 250 deaths), it didn't help that the other side had become Spy-paranoid after I captured the intelligence twice in my first game. Seriously, I walk up cloaked to a Pyro from behind and all of a sudden he/she/it turns around and lets off a plume of fire and I'm roasted.
I guess its imprinted onto me now, since its the first class I played in TF2, much like how I'm stuck to the Vengeful Spirit if I ever touch DotA. Its just so FUN to rush into a giant crowd of people who have no idea you're there and go on a kamikaze stabby rampage!! Or sap like 7 dispensers and sentries in a row and watch the poor Engineer futilely try to save them.
Of course, Sam and Jem insist that the Spy is NOT for kamikaze stabby rampages. But meh, they wised up and camped a Heavy outside all escape routes for me whenever I pick up the intel, and you can't cloak or disguise yourself when you're carrying the intel, so I ended up rushing up to the battlements and stabbing as many Snipers and Demomen as I could before someone found me out. Which, unfortunately, got faster as time went by.
I'm enthusiastic about buying it, seeing that I DON'T need a Damien-grade computer to run it, and my computer could actually take it if I got a new graphics card and added some RAM to it. While we're on the topic, my computer apparently has better processing than a WCG computer. Mine packs 3GHz, while Bryant's new one packs just 2GHz. And mine's four years old. Lulz anyone? My cousin must have put some really powerful shit in that thing when he built it.
Did I note that the price tag at the Steam site says it costs just $19.99? I mean, I have no idea what other costs come with that, maybe because its just TF2 alone, and not bound together with the Orange Box (Not that I'm interested in dropping Companion Cubes or killing head crabs anyway), maybe thats just the price alone without shipping/tax and all those other strange costs that come out from bloody nowhere.
But if it really does cost just twenty bucks, I'll take it, definitely. I mean, I can't even buy Sudoku DS for twenty dollars! And no, just because I like sudoku doesn't mean I'm a 4Chan browsing gay Japanese sociopath Sam.
Oh yes, my DS. I just bought Pokemon Diamond for myself. Okay fine, every other game Pokemon has released after Gold/Silver/Crystal was just a blatant attempt to milk the series for money (I realized that when I was 12, thats how bad it was...). But then again, I'm quite partial to milk myself. Come on though, who here has not played/watched Pokemon when they were younger? And who didn't have fun while they were at it?
Anyway, played through 10 hours of it already (Courtesy of today being a no-school day), got just three badges because I keep retreating back to the PokeCentres because my Empeleon/Arrogant metal penguin in a suit runs out of PP so fast.
Pokemon Diamond tries (and pretty much fails) to look 3-D. While they did stick the day and night back into the game, and added the option trade across the internet via a wireless router, it is useless because my router hates me and throws up all sorts of errors when trying to connect.
Monday, 25 August 2008
Monday, 18 August 2008
Its Been A Good Week
A very good week in fact. Prelims are going sexy sweet. Nothing says "I Love Life!" more than playing COD4 at seven on a Monday morning while there are some poor buggers out there fighting for their lives in a Geography exam.
And I passed my Chinese at O-Levels. I PASSED!!! One who has never passed since the start of Sec 3, has PASSED! With a C5 I might add.
English Oral was imbarrage! It was so...so... Ah crud, its the attack of the Michael Phelps Syndrome. All I can say was that it was cool, like he did upon finding out he had become the winner of the most Olympic golds of all time. Yes, the irony of not being able to say anything now despite owning for oral is not lost on me.
Wait, its coming back now. In a litany of...of... fuck this, it was awesome, lets just leave it at that. Electric guitars playing in my head as I walked out of the library, I did get myself lost on the complicated and poorly explained route out planned by the teachers.
I found myself trying to kick open the mysterious locked door at the third story of a flight of stairs behind the library I never knew existed until then. After some back tracking I finally came across the hidden sign saying "This Way Please" pointing downward which lead me to another three doors, two of which were locked and the last one leading into a surreal and empty hall.
Unable to resist the urge to be a complete jackass on the stage without anyone throwing stuff at me, I ran onto the empty stage and attempted to sing various songs in falsetto voices not unlike Robin Gibb, before accidentally knocking over the "Silence, Examination in Progress" sign with a noisy clang as I grabbed my bag.
Apparently, Kevin Lee had decided to show that he had male hormones in him by talking about how "pretty" one the examiners have been, but who the hell has the time/peace of mind to check out the examiners in a oral exam where you have one shot only and a bad mark will send you down to the pit of you-are-totally-screwed.
Admittedly from what I saw of the other examiners I guess Kevin and Co. weren't far off, though one did look like Melissa Yeo which incited a blood rage to go rip her arm off and proceed to beat her to death with it.
And I passed my Chinese at O-Levels. I PASSED!!! One who has never passed since the start of Sec 3, has PASSED! With a C5 I might add.
English Oral was imbarrage! It was so...so... Ah crud, its the attack of the Michael Phelps Syndrome. All I can say was that it was cool, like he did upon finding out he had become the winner of the most Olympic golds of all time. Yes, the irony of not being able to say anything now despite owning for oral is not lost on me.
Wait, its coming back now. In a litany of...of... fuck this, it was awesome, lets just leave it at that. Electric guitars playing in my head as I walked out of the library, I did get myself lost on the complicated and poorly explained route out planned by the teachers.
I found myself trying to kick open the mysterious locked door at the third story of a flight of stairs behind the library I never knew existed until then. After some back tracking I finally came across the hidden sign saying "This Way Please" pointing downward which lead me to another three doors, two of which were locked and the last one leading into a surreal and empty hall.
Unable to resist the urge to be a complete jackass on the stage without anyone throwing stuff at me, I ran onto the empty stage and attempted to sing various songs in falsetto voices not unlike Robin Gibb, before accidentally knocking over the "Silence, Examination in Progress" sign with a noisy clang as I grabbed my bag.
Apparently, Kevin Lee had decided to show that he had male hormones in him by talking about how "pretty" one the examiners have been, but who the hell has the time/peace of mind to check out the examiners in a oral exam where you have one shot only and a bad mark will send you down to the pit of you-are-totally-screwed.
Admittedly from what I saw of the other examiners I guess Kevin and Co. weren't far off, though one did look like Melissa Yeo which incited a blood rage to go rip her arm off and proceed to beat her to death with it.
Monday, 28 July 2008
Get Ready to Go Again
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Quote of the Post
Mrs Ang : Here Cheng Heng, have a piece of cake, I've been so unkind to you. With good reason though. (Passes cake)
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Well, two weeks to prelims. Damn, where the heck did all the days go... Guess this is what using a credit card feels like.
Managed to convince Bryant to follow me to Woodlands Library to study, since the place looks, sounds and *normally*, is peaceful.
Unfortunately, as per normal, when I have an idea, a couple hundred other people will have the same idea at that same moment. The place was packed, and for some reason, everyone seemed to come in groups of three, so there was never a seat for the both of us at any of the tables.
An hour and a half of freefragging the Bendemeer E Maths papers on the floor, we gave up and deviated to the comics section as his request. Tried Macs, but they don't allow you to study there on weekends, stayed at the foodcourt for an hour or so.
Then, we wound up at the new games shop that opened up. Which I never saw, despite going to Causeway Point every week, but they classified Metroid Prime Hunters as a New Arrival. It came out in 2006. Place is pretty cheap though.
Saw a couple of little kids playing badminton as we were walking through the estate. They look better than half the class at it, if our PE lessons are anything to go by.
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Bryant : Feel like playing as well?
Me : Why not? With them?
Bryant : Nah, don't think so.
Me : Because we're antisocial bastards?
Bryant : Yeah.
Me : Or you just don't get beaten by an eight year old
Bryant : That too.
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I must have struck his dad's car more than 10 times in the half an hour we played. Not intentionally, though even he admits its an ugly car.
Physics was okay today. They shrunk the paper to fit within two hours by cutting the MCQ, but it still went well. Bodes well for the prelim.
Mrs Ang is playing conscience games with us. She gives us CAKE to try and make us feel guilty about not doing our work so we'd do it. And it was good cake! It's working too, so now we're all trying to squeeze it in between doing Mr Lam's MGS paper.
Career talk today, went to the engineering course, and all the signs point to me being an engineer. Need to be good at Physics, good at Maths, and don't mind getting dirty, and not too many people want to do it. My kind of job!
*Daydream Starts*
Me :DIE MATHAFUKKER!! THATS THE LAST TIME YOU SPAWN CAMP ME!
(Bashes Pyro's head in with big wrench)
*Daydream Ends*
Anyway, just to end off, something Kai Yang spotted today at the bus stop.
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Kai Yang : Guys, look! Lesbians!
*Points to a pair of girls holding hands and walking*
Me : Wow, he's right!
Bryant : Guys, just because they're holding hands doesn't mean they're lesbians. I mean, my sisters do that as well, they aren't lesbians. Wait, uh-oh... What if
Me : Lets not go there...
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Because that is wrong on so many counts. 8 (
Started a Facebook account at 3am on Sunday morning. Kevin Wong found it within 24 hours. And I hadn't even told anyone yet. They'll make a stalker out of him yet! 8 )
Quote of the Post
Mrs Ang : Here Cheng Heng, have a piece of cake, I've been so unkind to you. With good reason though. (Passes cake)
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Well, two weeks to prelims. Damn, where the heck did all the days go... Guess this is what using a credit card feels like.
Managed to convince Bryant to follow me to Woodlands Library to study, since the place looks, sounds and *normally*, is peaceful.
Unfortunately, as per normal, when I have an idea, a couple hundred other people will have the same idea at that same moment. The place was packed, and for some reason, everyone seemed to come in groups of three, so there was never a seat for the both of us at any of the tables.
An hour and a half of freefragging the Bendemeer E Maths papers on the floor, we gave up and deviated to the comics section as his request. Tried Macs, but they don't allow you to study there on weekends, stayed at the foodcourt for an hour or so.
Then, we wound up at the new games shop that opened up. Which I never saw, despite going to Causeway Point every week, but they classified Metroid Prime Hunters as a New Arrival. It came out in 2006. Place is pretty cheap though.
Saw a couple of little kids playing badminton as we were walking through the estate. They look better than half the class at it, if our PE lessons are anything to go by.
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Bryant : Feel like playing as well?
Me : Why not? With them?
Bryant : Nah, don't think so.
Me : Because we're antisocial bastards?
Bryant : Yeah.
Me : Or you just don't get beaten by an eight year old
Bryant : That too.
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I must have struck his dad's car more than 10 times in the half an hour we played. Not intentionally, though even he admits its an ugly car.
Physics was okay today. They shrunk the paper to fit within two hours by cutting the MCQ, but it still went well. Bodes well for the prelim.
Mrs Ang is playing conscience games with us. She gives us CAKE to try and make us feel guilty about not doing our work so we'd do it. And it was good cake! It's working too, so now we're all trying to squeeze it in between doing Mr Lam's MGS paper.
Career talk today, went to the engineering course, and all the signs point to me being an engineer. Need to be good at Physics, good at Maths, and don't mind getting dirty, and not too many people want to do it. My kind of job!
*Daydream Starts*
Me :DIE MATHAFUKKER!! THATS THE LAST TIME YOU SPAWN CAMP ME!
(Bashes Pyro's head in with big wrench)
*Daydream Ends*
Anyway, just to end off, something Kai Yang spotted today at the bus stop.
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Kai Yang : Guys, look! Lesbians!
*Points to a pair of girls holding hands and walking*
Me : Wow, he's right!
Bryant : Guys, just because they're holding hands doesn't mean they're lesbians. I mean, my sisters do that as well, they aren't lesbians. Wait, uh-oh... What if
Me : Lets not go there...
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Because that is wrong on so many counts. 8 (
Started a Facebook account at 3am on Sunday morning. Kevin Wong found it within 24 hours. And I hadn't even told anyone yet. They'll make a stalker out of him yet! 8 )
Saturday, 5 July 2008
Dying City
Walking through the ruins of a dream I once held dear
Seeing only desolation and emptiness down here
I raised this city of a dream, I did it oh so fast
But the essence is so near death, its life now in the past
The wind howls through the barren streets, cold and unforgiving
Sapping away at my very will to go on living
I seek shelter behind a crumbling wall
Anything to stave off the chilling squall
Rain beats down mercilessly without pause
As I huddle pathetically behind the wall, a rebel without a cause
All alone and broken-hearted, as the rain mingles with my tears
As they both slide down my face, as I watch my city dear
Turn to dust, and nothingness and air
As I stand there in the rain, in the zenith of my despair
Then it hit me, like a paper ball casually thrown
Perhaps it is a good thing that I had only known
The dream for such a short time, so the memories
Of that which I mention as a dream allegory
Are mercifully few, for the time was brief
But so sweet the were, reminiscence brings nought but grief
It is better to love and lost than never loved at all
To take that plunge and risk that painful fall
And along with that epiphany came the light
The rise of the sun heralding the end of night
Storm clouds stop pouring and begin to slowly clear
And gone with them are my sorrow and my fear
My city still lies in ruins, but now it’s far from dying
Life still hides in the cracks, so far from expiring
Should I try to rebuild it? Or should I start anew?
Start once over again or search for lands afield?
No matter, I have plenty of time to decided
How the resurrect this dream which almost died
Once again, I walk through the ruins of a dear I once held dear
But now, in a different light, with hope and second chances here.
Seeing only desolation and emptiness down here
I raised this city of a dream, I did it oh so fast
But the essence is so near death, its life now in the past
The wind howls through the barren streets, cold and unforgiving
Sapping away at my very will to go on living
I seek shelter behind a crumbling wall
Anything to stave off the chilling squall
Rain beats down mercilessly without pause
As I huddle pathetically behind the wall, a rebel without a cause
All alone and broken-hearted, as the rain mingles with my tears
As they both slide down my face, as I watch my city dear
Turn to dust, and nothingness and air
As I stand there in the rain, in the zenith of my despair
Then it hit me, like a paper ball casually thrown
Perhaps it is a good thing that I had only known
The dream for such a short time, so the memories
Of that which I mention as a dream allegory
Are mercifully few, for the time was brief
But so sweet the were, reminiscence brings nought but grief
It is better to love and lost than never loved at all
To take that plunge and risk that painful fall
And along with that epiphany came the light
The rise of the sun heralding the end of night
Storm clouds stop pouring and begin to slowly clear
And gone with them are my sorrow and my fear
My city still lies in ruins, but now it’s far from dying
Life still hides in the cracks, so far from expiring
Should I try to rebuild it? Or should I start anew?
Start once over again or search for lands afield?
No matter, I have plenty of time to decided
How the resurrect this dream which almost died
Once again, I walk through the ruins of a dear I once held dear
But now, in a different light, with hope and second chances here.
Saturday, 28 June 2008
I Am A Crazed Gunman
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Quote of the Day : Hey guys, if you unscramble Oberon, you get Bonero!
(Jem)
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Chinese Oral was bad today, at least everyone else thought it was hard, but not to worry, I'm not going to run through the school gunning down helpless students in my fury (Though I will be very tempted to do so if I dent my Chinese O-Level because of it, and I happen to locate an old Soviet munitions dump with RPDs in it.)
If all turns out well (Or unwell, depending on your perspective), someone, somewhere will notice the title, think I'm another insane Asian teenager who'll go do a Seung-Hui Cho and shoot, maim and kill random innocent bystanders like that Japanese guy who I can't remember the name of.
Of course, that someone somewhere will probably call the police or something of the like to stop Columbine III, and I'll probably be arrested and severely interrogated like one girl who pretending to be a crazed gunman(gunwoman, gunperson?) to get more hits on her site.
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Call of Duty 4
The problem is though, I am a crazed gunman. In COD4 at least. Ask all the walls I filled with lead.
I managed to convince my brother to split the cost of buying COD4 for PC, and while I can only run the thing at Low setting, the graphics are still looking plenty l33t to me, and it doesn't lag. And before anyone else asks, unless I'm *really* motivated to go for some reason, I'm not paying to play COD4 at a LAN center.
My first hours on the multiplayer were quite miserable though. Perhaps I shouldn't have entered a 24 player free-for-all map at level 1 when everyone else was using P90's and Martyrdom (which is basically being as cheap as a two dollar whore) on a server I had 300 ping on.
Things started to sort themselves out after I got my RPD and stuck to team games, which is not to say easier, since with team games when one side is dominating, you get carpet bombed every 15 seconds.
Eventually I found a Singaporean server (YES!!), though my team got owned so bad by this guy called g0dspeed that we were dead again before our bodies from our previous deaths turned cold. I now have a new respect for MP5's with silencers and the UAV Jammer perk.
The Spetnaz winning tune (Their anthem I presume) is pretty darn cool!
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Almost beat the crap out of Adhitya today. I basically lifted by the collar till Sam Chou pulled me away before I got started. He's got an annoying as fuck tendency to add useless/offensive/annoying/plain stupid things into someone else's conversations, like those forum trolls you always want to brain with an ice cream scoop, but never get the chance to. I was pretty cheesed off and tired after the floorball game today, I was dealing with Kevin who was angry with me for hurting his thumb because he punched me and cracked it, so yeah, by the time Adhitya came over to be the social pariah he is, I was ready to break backs and snap necks.
Quote of the Day : Hey guys, if you unscramble Oberon, you get Bonero!
(Jem)
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Chinese Oral was bad today, at least everyone else thought it was hard, but not to worry, I'm not going to run through the school gunning down helpless students in my fury (Though I will be very tempted to do so if I dent my Chinese O-Level because of it, and I happen to locate an old Soviet munitions dump with RPDs in it.)
If all turns out well (Or unwell, depending on your perspective), someone, somewhere will notice the title, think I'm another insane Asian teenager who'll go do a Seung-Hui Cho and shoot, maim and kill random innocent bystanders like that Japanese guy who I can't remember the name of.
Of course, that someone somewhere will probably call the police or something of the like to stop Columbine III, and I'll probably be arrested and severely interrogated like one girl who pretending to be a crazed gunman(gunwoman, gunperson?) to get more hits on her site.
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Call of Duty 4
The problem is though, I am a crazed gunman. In COD4 at least. Ask all the walls I filled with lead.
I managed to convince my brother to split the cost of buying COD4 for PC, and while I can only run the thing at Low setting, the graphics are still looking plenty l33t to me, and it doesn't lag. And before anyone else asks, unless I'm *really* motivated to go for some reason, I'm not paying to play COD4 at a LAN center.
My first hours on the multiplayer were quite miserable though. Perhaps I shouldn't have entered a 24 player free-for-all map at level 1 when everyone else was using P90's and Martyrdom (which is basically being as cheap as a two dollar whore) on a server I had 300 ping on.
Things started to sort themselves out after I got my RPD and stuck to team games, which is not to say easier, since with team games when one side is dominating, you get carpet bombed every 15 seconds.
Eventually I found a Singaporean server (YES!!), though my team got owned so bad by this guy called g0dspeed that we were dead again before our bodies from our previous deaths turned cold. I now have a new respect for MP5's with silencers and the UAV Jammer perk.
The Spetnaz winning tune (Their anthem I presume) is pretty darn cool!
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Almost beat the crap out of Adhitya today. I basically lifted by the collar till Sam Chou pulled me away before I got started. He's got an annoying as fuck tendency to add useless/offensive/annoying/plain stupid things into someone else's conversations, like those forum trolls you always want to brain with an ice cream scoop, but never get the chance to. I was pretty cheesed off and tired after the floorball game today, I was dealing with Kevin who was angry with me for hurting his thumb because he punched me and cracked it, so yeah, by the time Adhitya came over to be the social pariah he is, I was ready to break backs and snap necks.
Monday, 23 June 2008
Its the End of the Dream For Now...
For me (School holidays just ended), for France (Booted out of the Euro at the group stage, scoring just one goal), and probably for Italy (Spain will beat them, you'll see).
While I don't actually have any homework to complete now (None that I could find anyhow), as you can see I'm continuing my tradition of staying up the first night before school starts again. I should name this ceremony. Suggestions anyone?
We were supposed to watch Get Smart on Friday, but Bryant made the fatal mistake of returning home first, and getting held back by his mum. So there I was, stuck at AMK hub, regretting not checking the 5+ messages he sent me telling me that he went home first.
So I think to myself "I'm young, I'm all dressed up, I got money, and I've got time". So what do I do? Well, I traveled all the way to Paradiz for a solitary LAN session. Intended to play COD4 online, but the first place I went to couldn't get online for some reason. So I toyed around with CNC3 for awhile. Its true, all CNC games degenerate into mAjOR tANk rushes. Not that that isn't fun in itself. After playing Dawn of War for so long, its nice for a Yuri's Revenge veteran like me to finally be able to run over enemy infantry with vehicles.
After an hour I finally gave up mowing down NOD base after NOD base with Mammoth tanks, and decided to hop over to the next LAN shop to see if COD4 worked online there.
Joy indeed, it worked there. And even if the rest of the guys hadn't failed to get Get Smart tickets because they were sold out, I wouldn't have moved my ass from that seat. Turns out, its not that hard online. With a new account, I was beating people with Martyrdom perks. I was having so much fun *not* getting owned that I didn't notice Sam, Bryant and Shen Shin appear right beside me till Sam said "Cheng Heng, it doesn't count if you play against yourself"
We managed to find outside competition in the guys next to us, so it became a 4 vs 4 match between the two camps. I was worried they'd be horrifically good like some other COD4 players at LAN shops I've encountered, but the worries disappeared after the first minute. We maxed out the score cap at 75 kills, they were still meandering around 20. They gave up after awhile, I would have too. I'm not wasting precious time and money getting owned.
I gave up on the Last Stand perk. Hardly ever kill anyone with that, so I traded it in for Deep Impact to shoot through walls. Which means everything from doors to stone barricades when used with an RPD. Finally broke my streak of losing every team match I play in. Sam is frightening when he's mad, almost broke a hole in the table when he slammed it after I shot him out of a window with the mounted SAW at sniper range.
Highlight of it all though, was the final match. Because Jem arrived later, we had five people, so one team always had one more player than the other. And because all the computers he used hanged for some strange unknown reason, we allowed him to use an already existing account. He picked one that already was at level 50 at least, so he was running round with every perk and just about every weapon unlocked.
So as we connected to the Crash map...
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Me : Right, so I'm a commie, Sam's a commie...Bryant is a Brit... Shen Shin is SAS as well...Jem is SAS...Wait, thats not good...
Sam : HELP ME BABY JEBUS!
Shen Shin : You're screwed Sam! You're SCREWED!
Me (muttering) : You know, I AM still here...
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And I did believe that Sam and I were going to get our butts handed to us. We were outnumbered and outgunned since every time Jem died he handed a Barrett rifle to either Bryant or Shen Shin, so all three of them were holding guns that were unlocked at level 49. Till I heard that.
Buoyed by Sam's immense belief in my gaming ability and Shen Shin's overwhelmingly optimistic view on our odds of winning, I rampaged my way to a 3 kill lead. Sam now suddenly looking like Duke Nukem himself had decided to join our team, obligingly acted as bait to lure the three into my sights, or basically just watching the door while we staked out in a building.
They couldn't get me with their Barrett rifles often since they were too busy taking cover from me and Sam, not that cover helped with Deep Impact. We won that match by 40 points. I got 18 kills, double that of anyone else. All three of them looked like they just got beaten by a chicken in Tic Tac Toe.
With the Chinese O-Level oral coming up, and the SPA not long after, its kinda hard to look forward to returning to school. Need something to look forward to. Like another LAN session.
While I don't actually have any homework to complete now (None that I could find anyhow), as you can see I'm continuing my tradition of staying up the first night before school starts again. I should name this ceremony. Suggestions anyone?
We were supposed to watch Get Smart on Friday, but Bryant made the fatal mistake of returning home first, and getting held back by his mum. So there I was, stuck at AMK hub, regretting not checking the 5+ messages he sent me telling me that he went home first.
So I think to myself "I'm young, I'm all dressed up, I got money, and I've got time". So what do I do? Well, I traveled all the way to Paradiz for a solitary LAN session. Intended to play COD4 online, but the first place I went to couldn't get online for some reason. So I toyed around with CNC3 for awhile. Its true, all CNC games degenerate into mAjOR tANk rushes. Not that that isn't fun in itself. After playing Dawn of War for so long, its nice for a Yuri's Revenge veteran like me to finally be able to run over enemy infantry with vehicles.
After an hour I finally gave up mowing down NOD base after NOD base with Mammoth tanks, and decided to hop over to the next LAN shop to see if COD4 worked online there.
Joy indeed, it worked there. And even if the rest of the guys hadn't failed to get Get Smart tickets because they were sold out, I wouldn't have moved my ass from that seat. Turns out, its not that hard online. With a new account, I was beating people with Martyrdom perks. I was having so much fun *not* getting owned that I didn't notice Sam, Bryant and Shen Shin appear right beside me till Sam said "Cheng Heng, it doesn't count if you play against yourself"
We managed to find outside competition in the guys next to us, so it became a 4 vs 4 match between the two camps. I was worried they'd be horrifically good like some other COD4 players at LAN shops I've encountered, but the worries disappeared after the first minute. We maxed out the score cap at 75 kills, they were still meandering around 20. They gave up after awhile, I would have too. I'm not wasting precious time and money getting owned.
I gave up on the Last Stand perk. Hardly ever kill anyone with that, so I traded it in for Deep Impact to shoot through walls. Which means everything from doors to stone barricades when used with an RPD. Finally broke my streak of losing every team match I play in. Sam is frightening when he's mad, almost broke a hole in the table when he slammed it after I shot him out of a window with the mounted SAW at sniper range.
Highlight of it all though, was the final match. Because Jem arrived later, we had five people, so one team always had one more player than the other. And because all the computers he used hanged for some strange unknown reason, we allowed him to use an already existing account. He picked one that already was at level 50 at least, so he was running round with every perk and just about every weapon unlocked.
So as we connected to the Crash map...
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Me : Right, so I'm a commie, Sam's a commie...Bryant is a Brit... Shen Shin is SAS as well...Jem is SAS...Wait, thats not good...
Sam : HELP ME BABY JEBUS!
Shen Shin : You're screwed Sam! You're SCREWED!
Me (muttering) : You know, I AM still here...
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And I did believe that Sam and I were going to get our butts handed to us. We were outnumbered and outgunned since every time Jem died he handed a Barrett rifle to either Bryant or Shen Shin, so all three of them were holding guns that were unlocked at level 49. Till I heard that.
Buoyed by Sam's immense belief in my gaming ability and Shen Shin's overwhelmingly optimistic view on our odds of winning, I rampaged my way to a 3 kill lead. Sam now suddenly looking like Duke Nukem himself had decided to join our team, obligingly acted as bait to lure the three into my sights, or basically just watching the door while we staked out in a building.
They couldn't get me with their Barrett rifles often since they were too busy taking cover from me and Sam, not that cover helped with Deep Impact. We won that match by 40 points. I got 18 kills, double that of anyone else. All three of them looked like they just got beaten by a chicken in Tic Tac Toe.
With the Chinese O-Level oral coming up, and the SPA not long after, its kinda hard to look forward to returning to school. Need something to look forward to. Like another LAN session.
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
Strange New Directions...
The holidays have passed in a haze (But what's new there?). Haven't exactly finished all that we were supposed to do for holiday homework (Again, what's new there).
Strange new directions were all over this month of June.
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CAD webcomic
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Ctrl-Alt-Del has decided to head in a very, very different direction from its easy and light-hearted humour. Tim Buckley has decided to add a very serious side to it, by having Lilah have a miscarriage (*GASP*). Take a look for yourself, if you haven't seen it already When I first saw it, the first thing I thought was "WTF?" The next was "WTF!" The rest were pretty much the same. Apparently, I wasn't the only one to think that, the guys on the CAD forums hit 16 pages of posts in a single day.
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Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
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My little secret pastime when no one's looking that no one knows. Anyone who has my MSN that is... (And no Sam, contrary to what you believe, it is *NOT*, I repeat, *NOT* hentai).
In the year that I haven't touched it, its storyline has decided it had to become even more confusing. It turns out the Syaoran and Sakura at the beginning were both clones of the originals, Sakura has now taken to wearing Gothic clothing and becoming all ice-queen like, the actual Syaoran turns out to be the son of the *original* Li Syaoran and *original* Sakura Kinomoto from the CCS series, and that Syaoran isn't his actual name, which clears up a lot of the timeline plot holes actually.
But it's even more creepy since he's fallen in love with a girl that doesn't just look like, but looks identical like his mother. Made me blow out a few neurons in horror, that's for sure...
CLAMP is also now trying to make a giant multiverse of all their series with Yuuko as the link it all being the Dimension Witch and all.
Its all probably old news to a die-hard fan (Which I am not), but I've built quite a reputation for being a lagger.
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Gee whiz, and here I was worrying that my...Wait, never mind, I said nothing. You didn't see anything! *Lowers self into manhole*
Oh yes, if you can, go out and catch Kung Fu Panda. It follows the life of Po, an overweight panda who is stuck looking after a noodle shop with his father (Who is a goose, don't ask me how that works out), but wants to learn Kung Fu, and join the Furious Five, a group of the best Kung Fu fighters in China, comprising of a tigress, a snake, a monkey, a stork and a praying mantis. Not going to write more because I don't want to spoil it, and also because I am a lazy ass.
My favourite line was this one
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Father : Son! You had the noodle dream! Oh! Perhaps it is the time to tell you the secret ingredient to our secret soup, which I learnt from my father! *Hugs portrait of an goose* Who learnt it from his father! *Hugs portrait of another goose* Who learnt it from one of his friends after beating him in a mahjong game. *Points to a portrait of a pig*
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Or perhaps this
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Po : Omigod! Omigod! OMIGOD! YOU'RE ALL SO MUCH BIGGER THAN YOUR ACTION FIGURES! Well, except for you Mantis, you're about the same size.
Mantis : (Insulted screech)
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Strange new directions were all over this month of June.
------------
CAD webcomic
------------
Ctrl-Alt-Del has decided to head in a very, very different direction from its easy and light-hearted humour. Tim Buckley has decided to add a very serious side to it, by having Lilah have a miscarriage (*GASP*). Take a look for yourself, if you haven't seen it already When I first saw it, the first thing I thought was "WTF?" The next was "WTF!" The rest were pretty much the same. Apparently, I wasn't the only one to think that, the guys on the CAD forums hit 16 pages of posts in a single day.
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Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
----------------------------
My little secret pastime when no one's looking that no one knows. Anyone who has my MSN that is... (And no Sam, contrary to what you believe, it is *NOT*, I repeat, *NOT* hentai).
In the year that I haven't touched it, its storyline has decided it had to become even more confusing. It turns out the Syaoran and Sakura at the beginning were both clones of the originals, Sakura has now taken to wearing Gothic clothing and becoming all ice-queen like, the actual Syaoran turns out to be the son of the *original* Li Syaoran and *original* Sakura Kinomoto from the CCS series, and that Syaoran isn't his actual name, which clears up a lot of the timeline plot holes actually.
But it's even more creepy since he's fallen in love with a girl that doesn't just look like, but looks identical like his mother. Made me blow out a few neurons in horror, that's for sure...
CLAMP is also now trying to make a giant multiverse of all their series with Yuuko as the link it all being the Dimension Witch and all.
Its all probably old news to a die-hard fan (Which I am not), but I've built quite a reputation for being a lagger.
------------
Gee whiz, and here I was worrying that my...Wait, never mind, I said nothing. You didn't see anything! *Lowers self into manhole*
Oh yes, if you can, go out and catch Kung Fu Panda. It follows the life of Po, an overweight panda who is stuck looking after a noodle shop with his father (Who is a goose, don't ask me how that works out), but wants to learn Kung Fu, and join the Furious Five, a group of the best Kung Fu fighters in China, comprising of a tigress, a snake, a monkey, a stork and a praying mantis. Not going to write more because I don't want to spoil it, and also because I am a lazy ass.
My favourite line was this one
-------
Father : Son! You had the noodle dream! Oh! Perhaps it is the time to tell you the secret ingredient to our secret soup, which I learnt from my father! *Hugs portrait of an goose* Who learnt it from his father! *Hugs portrait of another goose* Who learnt it from one of his friends after beating him in a mahjong game. *Points to a portrait of a pig*
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Or perhaps this
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Po : Omigod! Omigod! OMIGOD! YOU'RE ALL SO MUCH BIGGER THAN YOUR ACTION FIGURES! Well, except for you Mantis, you're about the same size.
Mantis : (Insulted screech)
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