Butler : Master Wong, it's already 9 in the morning, and you'd best wake up now if you want to catch the last of the Americans raiding the Razorfen Downs if you want that Icemetal Barbarute.
Me : Damn, my head is killing me...
Butler : That's because you allowed yourself to be spun multiple times at a high speed on a playground ride last night sir.
Me : Explains wh- Wait, when did I get a butler?
Butler : I'm a figment of your imagination, just like your army of psychic monkeys. Which I'll have to go out and feed in a while.
Me : What happened last night again? I mean, I remember a few snatches now and then of a burning fire...
Butler : Ah yes, you went on for a barbeque sir. With the Creative Writing Circle, and some honourary members.
Me : What honourary members...erm...what is your name anyway?
Butler : Butler, Master Wong. Maximilian Butler.
Me : Geez, I am unimaginative. Anyway, who were those honourary members you were talking about.
Butler : Mr Yeak and Miss Lee.
Me : Butler, I appreciate your strict British adherence to protocol, but we're in Singapore, I can haz first names plz?
Butler : Mr Seth and Miss Jacinta
Me : Seth I remember, but who's Jacinta?
Butler : The lady with the lighter Master Wong. Your long suffering bridge partner.
Me : No bells Butler.
Butler : Do you recall a particularly well-endow-
Me : Ah yes, Jacinta! Delightful girl, that one. Attempted to bludgeon me to death with an Andrei Arsharvin water bottle during the bridge game after I failed to realize she was my partner. Multiple times.
Butler : An agonized glare of pure venom is usually a good clue Master Wong.
Me : Wait, I recall porn somewhere during that game...
Butler : That would be Martin, the movie Miss Wanyu brought sir, not porn.
Me : Don't give me any of your sardonic yet dignified sass Butler! It might as well have been porn!
Butler : As you wish Master Wong. By the way, might I suggest that you wash your hands before you go raiding? The smell of maple bacon is remarkably hard to remove from a keyboard.
Me : Yeah, why do my hands smell so delicious?
Butler : You insisted on roasting your share of the bacon over the open fire sir. With your bare hands. Which I suggest you stop trying to eat.
Me : Fine...(Takes fingers out of mouth) Is that how I got this cut on my hand Butler?
Butler : No sir, you got that trying to retrieve your deodorant can-
Me : Chemical. Flamethrower.
Butler : After Miss Kimberly tricked you into thinking she threw it into the dumpster, and Mr Tim knocked your supporting hand out of the way, causing the lid to crush your left hand. And spill your drink.
Me : Curse you Madame Dictator, you can take away my chemical flamethrower, you can stop me from spelling swear words with the bacon on the grill, but you will never break my spirit!
Butler : In all fairness to Miss Kimberly Master Wong, she did tend to the cut after you hurt yourself.
(Massive crash is heard, followed by the clinking of cutlery)
Butler : Master Wong, please put away the cleaver, I'm certain Miss Kimberly did not attempt to poison you while tending to the wound.
Me : Damn you Tsundere girl. Was there anything I would *want* to remember about last night?
Butler : Plenty Master Wong! Like the doughnuts Miss Lauren brought!
Me : That I pimped up with Jeannel's fudge and the marshmallows Kim wouldn't let me torch! Man, eclairs the first time, now doughnuts. I think I love this girl.
Butler : Then you discovered that the basketball team that Miss Sarah plays with is comprised mostly of-
Me : I promised I'd keep that quiet.
Butler : And you won your bet with Mr Aloysious, now that Mr Shirram has confirmed that Mrs-
Me : Classified too Butler.
Butler : As you wish sir.
Me : More importantly Butler, did I get to use my chemical flamethrower? I brought a spare in case Kim took away the first one. Which she did.
Butler : No, fortunately or unfortunately. You proudly declared you were a learning android while brandishing the spare, which rather gave the game away.
Me : Crap...
Butler : If it makes you feel better Master Wong, Miss Jacinta already had run out of lighter fluid by then, so even if you had succeeded in evading Miss Kimberly, it'll have been for nought.
Me : Did me and Tim succeed in sneaking alcohol into the barebeque?
Butler : No Master Wong, you swore abstinence from alcohol of any sort remember?
Me : Only so I can watch other people get drunk and laugh! Which reminds me, did I get to tell the story why I swore abstinence?
Butler : Yes, you did regale them with that tale sir. They especially liked the part where Mr David kicks your friend for throwing up, which caused him to throw up again.
Me : Hehe, awesome then.
(Falls face first on the floor while getting out of bed. Canned laughter is heard)
Me : (Muffled) Just why did I get on that spinny-majiggy thingy again Butler?
Butler : You were on a sugar high from that doughnut you created sir.
Me : (Still muffled) Bugger. It... Did I do anything else stupid while I was high?
Butler : Well, you did insist on somehow inserting fruit bazookas into that new story-creation game the CWC was going to try.
Me : (Muffled) Oh that one! Please tell me I had the presence of mind to approve that. That was a terrific idea.
Butler : I can assure you that you did sir. Right before Miss Wanyu was kind enough to give you a ride home.
Me : (Muffled) Good... Actually Butler, I think I'll lie here a little longer and give Razorfen Down a miss for now, my head still hurts.
Butler : Very well then sir. I'll be off to feed the army then.
Me : (Muffled) Tell General Bubbles to get ready for the invasion of Blizzard headquarters while you're at it. I intend to have a copy of Starcraft 2 for myself, and a few hundred copies to sell on eBay by Saturday.
Butler : As you wish Master Wong.
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Sunday, 14 February 2010
I R 18!!!!
Bloggeh is also 3 years old today!
*Blows party streamers*
As of now, there are currently 2 cans worth of Carlsberg circulating around in me, so holding on to my sobriety as I write this will be a problem.
I opened my eyes to, ready to greet the world for the first time at the age of 18. It was going to be an awesome day, with the CWC welcome tea and training after that, with mostly AFKable classes in between. I got out of bed, seeing the first rays of daybreak peeking through my window as they heralded the arrival of the sun as it ascended towards the heavens. Somewhere outside a bird started chirping. And I actually just laid back and watched it, reveling in the beauty of such a spectacle of the natural world.
Before I realized it was almost 7
Which means I got to school late, which means you have to go to detention, unlike SJI where it means reminding the prefects on duty that writing your name down is a waste of valuable energy. Silently cursing my Fat Ninja and No Profile perks for letting me down in my hour of need.
But Fate does pick me up and dust me off once it's done laughing at me (if only to ensure I survive till the next time it's bored). My class brought out a cake for me, which was honestly a pleasant surprise, with Alex (I think) throwing in a couple of marshmellow sticks that 2SB7 was selling. Well, the whole awkwardity thing was still there, but for a while it became comfortable awkward. Don't ask me to explain. It was probably the balloon Alice got me, which floated around my head like my own personal anti-aircraft mine.
I spent the rest of the day getting numerous happy birthdays from just about everyone I met in the hallways (It was probably the balloon), while at the same time thinking about what to do to get out of detention. Bad enough it was a training day, but it was the day of the CWC welcome tea. AND my friggin 18th birthday. I eventually came up with a four-tier plan, complete with three back-ups in case the previous one failed, that even Artemis Fowl would have been proud of.
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Plan A : Pay someone to pretend to be me since my eZ-link card photo is from Primary 1, so it wouldn't be too hard to pass someone off as me if they checked.
Plan B : Make up a convincing story to get out of jail. (I AM part of the CWC)
Plan C : Leverage on the fact that it was on my birthday to try and get the teacher release me out of pity.
Plan D : Stash my bag somewhere, sign in for detention, pretend to go to the toilet and run for sweet freedom.
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Unfortunately, I couldn't ask the rugby guys or the CWC people to stand in for me, and that being almost my entire social circle, I was pretty much screwed for A, because everyone else I knew that was not in those two catergories was busy.
Plan B and C crashed immediately upon finding out the detention teacher on duty was the schizo chem teacher lady, who has a black hole where her soul should be, so no story no matter how convincing would work.
Plan D never got implented. It was Sarah's fault mostly. She was hanging on to my iPhone to Facebook, and she got me too interested in what exactly she was trying to hide for me to stash my bag somewhere else, and I only got it back from her when the detention teacher arrived.
So I spent the next hour and a half with CK, who borrowed the first page of my Tutorial 23 to sleep on so he could pretend to be doing work, while exchanging bored glances with Manfred.
Thankfully, schizo lady said because none of us fell asleep, used earphones, talked or played MonsterKill, Governor of Poker, Chess or any sort of app from the Apps Store (because she apparently has tunnel vision), she was going to let us off....10 minutes early.
But it was enough to rush down and get the pizza and my second birthday cake from the CWC, as well as briefly meet the new CWC juniors and watch Jeannel and Sarah fight over my iPhone again to sound their horns on Mousehunt.
After extricating my phone from Sarah (again), I rushed off to training where Rong decided it was time for him to have some fun, so we ran the usual suicides and clotheshangers. As we sat there stretching when we were done, exhausted and possibly in catatonic shock, Rong asked all the birthday boys for the week (Me, Kun and Shafiq) to stand up. And keep their boots on.
He decided that singing Happy Birthday was for faggots, so he ordered the rest of the team to carry all three of us around the track once. So five minutes of much good-natured swearing, countless reminders to lose weight and threats to throw me into the pool, we were headed home.
I sent the balloon up into the night sky. I've always like to give my belongings a Viking funeral, and I simply couldn't bear to just throw the balloon away, since it was losing helium.
Just finished reading all the hilarious birthday posts from everyone.
Winner is still Gerald's post from last year.
"May the skies rain mayonnaise!"
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to look at the night sky again, this time after the third Carlsberg.
*Blows party streamers*
As of now, there are currently 2 cans worth of Carlsberg circulating around in me, so holding on to my sobriety as I write this will be a problem.
I opened my eyes to, ready to greet the world for the first time at the age of 18. It was going to be an awesome day, with the CWC welcome tea and training after that, with mostly AFKable classes in between. I got out of bed, seeing the first rays of daybreak peeking through my window as they heralded the arrival of the sun as it ascended towards the heavens. Somewhere outside a bird started chirping. And I actually just laid back and watched it, reveling in the beauty of such a spectacle of the natural world.
Before I realized it was almost 7
Which means I got to school late, which means you have to go to detention, unlike SJI where it means reminding the prefects on duty that writing your name down is a waste of valuable energy. Silently cursing my Fat Ninja and No Profile perks for letting me down in my hour of need.
But Fate does pick me up and dust me off once it's done laughing at me (if only to ensure I survive till the next time it's bored). My class brought out a cake for me, which was honestly a pleasant surprise, with Alex (I think) throwing in a couple of marshmellow sticks that 2SB7 was selling. Well, the whole awkwardity thing was still there, but for a while it became comfortable awkward. Don't ask me to explain. It was probably the balloon Alice got me, which floated around my head like my own personal anti-aircraft mine.
I spent the rest of the day getting numerous happy birthdays from just about everyone I met in the hallways (It was probably the balloon), while at the same time thinking about what to do to get out of detention. Bad enough it was a training day, but it was the day of the CWC welcome tea. AND my friggin 18th birthday. I eventually came up with a four-tier plan, complete with three back-ups in case the previous one failed, that even Artemis Fowl would have been proud of.
----
Plan A : Pay someone to pretend to be me since my eZ-link card photo is from Primary 1, so it wouldn't be too hard to pass someone off as me if they checked.
Plan B : Make up a convincing story to get out of jail. (I AM part of the CWC)
Plan C : Leverage on the fact that it was on my birthday to try and get the teacher release me out of pity.
Plan D : Stash my bag somewhere, sign in for detention, pretend to go to the toilet and run for sweet freedom.
----
Unfortunately, I couldn't ask the rugby guys or the CWC people to stand in for me, and that being almost my entire social circle, I was pretty much screwed for A, because everyone else I knew that was not in those two catergories was busy.
Plan B and C crashed immediately upon finding out the detention teacher on duty was the schizo chem teacher lady, who has a black hole where her soul should be, so no story no matter how convincing would work.
Plan D never got implented. It was Sarah's fault mostly. She was hanging on to my iPhone to Facebook, and she got me too interested in what exactly she was trying to hide for me to stash my bag somewhere else, and I only got it back from her when the detention teacher arrived.
So I spent the next hour and a half with CK, who borrowed the first page of my Tutorial 23 to sleep on so he could pretend to be doing work, while exchanging bored glances with Manfred.
Thankfully, schizo lady said because none of us fell asleep, used earphones, talked or played MonsterKill, Governor of Poker, Chess or any sort of app from the Apps Store (because she apparently has tunnel vision), she was going to let us off....10 minutes early.
But it was enough to rush down and get the pizza and my second birthday cake from the CWC, as well as briefly meet the new CWC juniors and watch Jeannel and Sarah fight over my iPhone again to sound their horns on Mousehunt.
After extricating my phone from Sarah (again), I rushed off to training where Rong decided it was time for him to have some fun, so we ran the usual suicides and clotheshangers. As we sat there stretching when we were done, exhausted and possibly in catatonic shock, Rong asked all the birthday boys for the week (Me, Kun and Shafiq) to stand up. And keep their boots on.
He decided that singing Happy Birthday was for faggots, so he ordered the rest of the team to carry all three of us around the track once. So five minutes of much good-natured swearing, countless reminders to lose weight and threats to throw me into the pool, we were headed home.
I sent the balloon up into the night sky. I've always like to give my belongings a Viking funeral, and I simply couldn't bear to just throw the balloon away, since it was losing helium.
Just finished reading all the hilarious birthday posts from everyone.
Winner is still Gerald's post from last year.
"May the skies rain mayonnaise!"
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to look at the night sky again, this time after the third Carlsberg.
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Argh, Why No Love Mr, Jobs?!??!
The Microsoft gods haven't stopped kicking me in the nuts since I bought my iPhone last week, from the moment I tore the plastic off the box.
Horrified that my hands left smudge trails on the screen, I started to search through the box for the cleaning cloth that was supposed to come with it, only to find it wasn't there, before discovering my USB ports were all full, so I had to spent 5 minutes risking electrocution trying to free up one so I could get it registered and fully activated.
Then I lost my wireless password, prompting another hour or so of trial and error before I finally gave up and called Singtel, with the school's own wireless networks showing me very little love as well, refusing to be in range unless I was standing in the library. And then I couldn't even play Mousehunt with it due to some issues with Safari, causing it to show only a blank screen when I tried to access it during school.
So until Friday I was left with an iPhone that did nothing but ring at inopportune moments when I was trying to get a connection in the library, and cheat at poker. Seriously, it cheats. It pulled out a four of a kind after I bet everything on a full house (At the time of writing, it just deleted my progress in Governor of Poker)
On the bright side, school's turning out to be pretty okay. No more PW, so I end earlier, and coincidentally on the days I don't have training, I haven't fallen behind, done all my homework (ie subjects I care about), while still finding time to play MW2.
Wait, actually, no. Half my good teachers got swapped for terrible ones, and some weird infection is going around the team, which causes odd lumps to start forming on you before they burst on impact and sting like a bitch when exposed to dirt. The new J1's just came in, so the canteen is crowded (more so than usual).
Then again, they haven't realized the library is a good place to crash, so my sanctuary is safe for now.
Horrified that my hands left smudge trails on the screen, I started to search through the box for the cleaning cloth that was supposed to come with it, only to find it wasn't there, before discovering my USB ports were all full, so I had to spent 5 minutes risking electrocution trying to free up one so I could get it registered and fully activated.
Then I lost my wireless password, prompting another hour or so of trial and error before I finally gave up and called Singtel, with the school's own wireless networks showing me very little love as well, refusing to be in range unless I was standing in the library. And then I couldn't even play Mousehunt with it due to some issues with Safari, causing it to show only a blank screen when I tried to access it during school.
So until Friday I was left with an iPhone that did nothing but ring at inopportune moments when I was trying to get a connection in the library, and cheat at poker. Seriously, it cheats. It pulled out a four of a kind after I bet everything on a full house (At the time of writing, it just deleted my progress in Governor of Poker)
On the bright side, school's turning out to be pretty okay. No more PW, so I end earlier, and coincidentally on the days I don't have training, I haven't fallen behind, done all my homework (ie subjects I care about), while still finding time to play MW2.
Wait, actually, no. Half my good teachers got swapped for terrible ones, and some weird infection is going around the team, which causes odd lumps to start forming on you before they burst on impact and sting like a bitch when exposed to dirt. The new J1's just came in, so the canteen is crowded (more so than usual).
Then again, they haven't realized the library is a good place to crash, so my sanctuary is safe for now.
Thursday, 31 December 2009
For One More Day
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Micro : Clear!
*Bzzt*
Micro : Clear!
*Bzzt*
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Okay, just resurrected my blog. And the title has nothing to do with the fact that it's the last day of 2009.
Two more days actually, since we all stayed over at Sam's place when he got back from Australia.
The usual merry band was supposed to arrive, but I came early, so only Sam Wang had turned up.
Most of us were pretty rusty, having not held a controller in...almost a year in some cases. (Sam forgot how to reload in Gears)
Me and Sam started off trying to finish Overwatch on Veteran level, where one of us rides an A130 while covering the other guy on the ground while he makes his escape.
But we eventually gave up after 20 or so tries, mostly due to our poor coordination as well as the fact that neither of us could resist making the guy on the ground dance with the A130's 40mm grenade launchers.
It all went downhill after that though.
We all trooped to dinner defeated men. Bryant and Sam failed to get anything out of 3 hours playing Spec Ops, Moses and I couldn't find anything we could play together and not get owned at, and Mark was looking for cover after forgetting to bring Bryant's Mirror's Edge, a year after he borrowed it.
Because Mark arrived we had enough people to play Halo 3, which I've gottten pretty good at for no apparent reason, though when we reached Valhalla it all degenerated into Moses trying to run people over with the vehicles and me waiting in the skies with a Banshee and challenging him to a dogfight.
By 1 in the morning however, we hit the same problem we had in the afternoon. We had given up playing Horde mode, Rainbow Six was being uncooperative by not letting us play co-op, while Chris and Moses had to go home because they couldn't stay over. We eventually did something we had sworn we would, but never did during similar sleepovers.
We watched the Futurama movies Sam Wang had been bringing for the last 2 years.
Futurama...I wonder why I never started watching it in the first place, though the movie's liberal use of time travel made the whole story pretty confusing.
I played Dead Space until 5 in the morning when I realized everyone had fallen asleep.
Meaning I was alone, and unlike Isaac, did not posses a plasma cutter, a RiG or hobnailed boots for stepping on necromorphs. Keeping a close watch on any vents in the room I quickly turned off the 360 before hiding under my blanket. With the two cans of Spam I brought but never got a chance to open.
Micro : Clear!
*Bzzt*
Micro : Clear!
*Bzzt*
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Okay, just resurrected my blog. And the title has nothing to do with the fact that it's the last day of 2009.
Two more days actually, since we all stayed over at Sam's place when he got back from Australia.
The usual merry band was supposed to arrive, but I came early, so only Sam Wang had turned up.
Most of us were pretty rusty, having not held a controller in...almost a year in some cases. (Sam forgot how to reload in Gears)
Me and Sam started off trying to finish Overwatch on Veteran level, where one of us rides an A130 while covering the other guy on the ground while he makes his escape.
But we eventually gave up after 20 or so tries, mostly due to our poor coordination as well as the fact that neither of us could resist making the guy on the ground dance with the A130's 40mm grenade launchers.
It all went downhill after that though.
We all trooped to dinner defeated men. Bryant and Sam failed to get anything out of 3 hours playing Spec Ops, Moses and I couldn't find anything we could play together and not get owned at, and Mark was looking for cover after forgetting to bring Bryant's Mirror's Edge, a year after he borrowed it.
Because Mark arrived we had enough people to play Halo 3, which I've gottten pretty good at for no apparent reason, though when we reached Valhalla it all degenerated into Moses trying to run people over with the vehicles and me waiting in the skies with a Banshee and challenging him to a dogfight.
By 1 in the morning however, we hit the same problem we had in the afternoon. We had given up playing Horde mode, Rainbow Six was being uncooperative by not letting us play co-op, while Chris and Moses had to go home because they couldn't stay over. We eventually did something we had sworn we would, but never did during similar sleepovers.
We watched the Futurama movies Sam Wang had been bringing for the last 2 years.
Futurama...I wonder why I never started watching it in the first place, though the movie's liberal use of time travel made the whole story pretty confusing.
I played Dead Space until 5 in the morning when I realized everyone had fallen asleep.
Meaning I was alone, and unlike Isaac, did not posses a plasma cutter, a RiG or hobnailed boots for stepping on necromorphs. Keeping a close watch on any vents in the room I quickly turned off the 360 before hiding under my blanket. With the two cans of Spam I brought but never got a chance to open.
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Mixed Signals
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Things to do this holiday
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Do my homework, for subjects I consider important anyway (Status : As if)
Get all the Live achievements for RE5 (Status : I HATE Professional mode)
Start my Apothecary fanfic (Status : Well...I decided on his name?)
Revive the Perion series (Status : ERROR-No Necronomicon)
Contact Sam and find out when he's coming back (Status : Bro, have you been trying to call me?)
Become an OGL (Status : I traumatized one of my interviewers for life. What do you think?)
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With Project Work over, possibly well done, there was only one thing left. OGL interview. You may have recalled that I hated Orientation, so why would I sign up? Change the system from inside, duh.
Yep, I strolled into the interview room with high on coffee, 3 hours of sleep and adrenaline from sneaking into the hall when it was locked. I went with (After what Zongren told me) the balls-out approach to the OGL interview.
I went in as the Cheng Heng who most commonly appears at during Sam's sleepovers at 3 in the morning. The Cheng Heng that the Cracked.com editorial staff would welcome as a long lost brother. It was an all-or-nothing. The Council would either put me at the top of those shortlisted for OGL, or start calling the police.
I heard no sirens in the distance during the interview, but I'm pretty sure they had a silent alarm under the table.
It was going well at first. They asked me about what I wrote on my application form, as well as what a cacophony was. They liked what they saw on it apparently.
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Micro : What my greatest skill will be as an OGL? See, like I wrote on my form, I can see the quiet, silent people. People who go unnoticed. There's bound to be a Hinata Hyuuga or a Nigel No Friends in every group. And I can see them very well, because I was one of them. Still am sometimes. I didn't write that because I overshot the word limit already.
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Thine moment of eloquence. Then came thine moment of retard.
Then I shot myself in the foot when said I didn't get along with girls well. Can you blame me?
Crush 1 was a tomboy, and now that I think back, possibly a dyke.
Crush 2 was a girl who liked reading and watching yaoi, and swore celibacy at 14 (I had nothing to do with it. I think)
Crush 3 was a probably the bset looking girl in UWC (And a local to boot), but...wait, you all know how this one ends don't you?
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Councillor : You know, your OG will definitely have girls, what are you going to do about it?
Micro : Erm...play it by ear I guess, like I have been so far. I mean, it's working isn't it? I haven't had any sexual harassment lawsuits brought against me haven't I?
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I will have one soon enough after they asked for a pickup line. A higher up in the Council was definitely smoking something when they thought up that section of the interview.
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Coucillor 1 : Think of a pickup line for her (Points at Councillor 2)
Micro : Mi scusi, but what rating are we looking at? M18? NC16? PG13? PG? Or family friendly?
Councillor 1 : R21, hit us with your best.
Micro : Say, you've got 306 bones in your body right?
Councillor 2 : Wasn't it 206?
Micro : I'm a PCME student, don't judge me!
Councillor 2 : Heh, so am I. Anyway, yeah, I've got 206 bones in me.
Micro : Want one more?
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Zongren said he could hear all 6 of them laughing from outside the classroom. He was telling everyone at training later that I definitely in after that. Of course, he hasn't read the comments from their interview.
They said it was original, but the girl certainly looked shell-shocked. And if I hadn't succeeded in portraying myself as a self-centered, misogynistic amalgam of contradictory traits, I might actually make it.
On to the Count of Monte Cristo then
Due to my organization and coordination skills being close to level one, I confirmed with Tim we'd be going to watch the Count of Monte Cristo on Thursday about....thirty minutes before the show started?
Good thing he lives nearby, otherwise I'd have to spend the entirety of the thing stuck next to a guy created from Shen Shin's DNA (Or vice versa) because Jeannel and Shawn wanted alone time. Instead of stalking Bryant, Sam and myself, he stalks Jeannel and Shawn, instead of obsessing with Space Marines, he obsesses with... Jeannel and Shawn it appears (Tim too...), but the same need to constantly 1-up everyone around him and that low, monotone drone which makes it's entry whenever it's most unexpected and least welcome makes me feel secure putting money on the fact that they were related.
Indi turned up apparently, and I even thought I spotted him, but I couldn't be sure it was him. Turns out it was...
ACSian theatre's Count of Monte Cristo was pretty good this time, without masses leaving at the interval like the Odyssey. Of course, Song and Kun were complaining the words and analogies they used half the time were too chim, but meh, that's ACSian theatre for you.
It took some artistic license and didn't follow the original story to the letter, Danglars and Dante do not die in the original.
The former is starved and humiliated before repenting and being released by the Count, instead of killing himself after losing on the stock market, as Andrew Ong hilariously portrayed. The rest of the bits, not the shooting (though everyone laughed at that anyway because he's so damn funny).
Dante goes off once his revenge is exacted, and presumably goes off to live out the rest of his life in quiet, jewel encrusted opulence while boning his hot Arab slave girl/mistress/prospective wife the whole time. He does not do a partial striptease before leaping to his death in a river in a spectacular finale. Though the all white storm coat did set off a few gaydars, so I guess we can forgive Bryant for throwing it off.
By the way Bryant, Wilson asked you to lay off the steroids. At least that scene allowed me to find out that the stage can lower itself. And there's a door when it's lowered. I didn't even discover that when I snuck into the place myself...
Overall, CMC was pretty good. If it can make me forget that I've spent three hours watching it, it's good.
And they had the good sense to make a wardrobe change, compared to what they were wearing in the posters. It was so weird, me and Damien have decided to make a life-sized copy of it and give it to Bryant on his birthday.
It had a large, puffy bowtie. 'Nuff said.
Sigh, all the melancholy after I watch ACSian theater performance, good as they are. I always wonder why the heck I chose to stick with a rugby team where I'd be lucky to be a regular sub, let alone start. I sometimes wonder if things would be better if I signed up with the drama people.... Too late now to change...
All the things that never happened, and never will be...
Sad blogpost is sad... 8 (
Things to do this holiday
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Do my homework, for subjects I consider important anyway (Status : As if)
Get all the Live achievements for RE5 (Status : I HATE Professional mode)
Start my Apothecary fanfic (Status : Well...I decided on his name?)
Revive the Perion series (Status : ERROR-No Necronomicon)
Contact Sam and find out when he's coming back (Status : Bro, have you been trying to call me?)
Become an OGL (Status : I traumatized one of my interviewers for life. What do you think?)
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With Project Work over, possibly well done, there was only one thing left. OGL interview. You may have recalled that I hated Orientation, so why would I sign up? Change the system from inside, duh.
Yep, I strolled into the interview room with high on coffee, 3 hours of sleep and adrenaline from sneaking into the hall when it was locked. I went with (After what Zongren told me) the balls-out approach to the OGL interview.
I went in as the Cheng Heng who most commonly appears at during Sam's sleepovers at 3 in the morning. The Cheng Heng that the Cracked.com editorial staff would welcome as a long lost brother. It was an all-or-nothing. The Council would either put me at the top of those shortlisted for OGL, or start calling the police.
I heard no sirens in the distance during the interview, but I'm pretty sure they had a silent alarm under the table.
It was going well at first. They asked me about what I wrote on my application form, as well as what a cacophony was. They liked what they saw on it apparently.
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Micro : What my greatest skill will be as an OGL? See, like I wrote on my form, I can see the quiet, silent people. People who go unnoticed. There's bound to be a Hinata Hyuuga or a Nigel No Friends in every group. And I can see them very well, because I was one of them. Still am sometimes. I didn't write that because I overshot the word limit already.
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Thine moment of eloquence. Then came thine moment of retard.
Then I shot myself in the foot when said I didn't get along with girls well. Can you blame me?
Crush 1 was a tomboy, and now that I think back, possibly a dyke.
Crush 2 was a girl who liked reading and watching yaoi, and swore celibacy at 14 (I had nothing to do with it. I think)
Crush 3 was a probably the bset looking girl in UWC (And a local to boot), but...wait, you all know how this one ends don't you?
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Councillor : You know, your OG will definitely have girls, what are you going to do about it?
Micro : Erm...play it by ear I guess, like I have been so far. I mean, it's working isn't it? I haven't had any sexual harassment lawsuits brought against me haven't I?
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I will have one soon enough after they asked for a pickup line. A higher up in the Council was definitely smoking something when they thought up that section of the interview.
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Coucillor 1 : Think of a pickup line for her (Points at Councillor 2)
Micro : Mi scusi, but what rating are we looking at? M18? NC16? PG13? PG? Or family friendly?
Councillor 1 : R21, hit us with your best.
Micro : Say, you've got 306 bones in your body right?
Councillor 2 : Wasn't it 206?
Micro : I'm a PCME student, don't judge me!
Councillor 2 : Heh, so am I. Anyway, yeah, I've got 206 bones in me.
Micro : Want one more?
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Zongren said he could hear all 6 of them laughing from outside the classroom. He was telling everyone at training later that I definitely in after that. Of course, he hasn't read the comments from their interview.
They said it was original, but the girl certainly looked shell-shocked. And if I hadn't succeeded in portraying myself as a self-centered, misogynistic amalgam of contradictory traits, I might actually make it.
On to the Count of Monte Cristo then
Due to my organization and coordination skills being close to level one, I confirmed with Tim we'd be going to watch the Count of Monte Cristo on Thursday about....thirty minutes before the show started?
Good thing he lives nearby, otherwise I'd have to spend the entirety of the thing stuck next to a guy created from Shen Shin's DNA (Or vice versa) because Jeannel and Shawn wanted alone time. Instead of stalking Bryant, Sam and myself, he stalks Jeannel and Shawn, instead of obsessing with Space Marines, he obsesses with... Jeannel and Shawn it appears (Tim too...), but the same need to constantly 1-up everyone around him and that low, monotone drone which makes it's entry whenever it's most unexpected and least welcome makes me feel secure putting money on the fact that they were related.
Indi turned up apparently, and I even thought I spotted him, but I couldn't be sure it was him. Turns out it was...
ACSian theatre's Count of Monte Cristo was pretty good this time, without masses leaving at the interval like the Odyssey. Of course, Song and Kun were complaining the words and analogies they used half the time were too chim, but meh, that's ACSian theatre for you.
It took some artistic license and didn't follow the original story to the letter, Danglars and Dante do not die in the original.
The former is starved and humiliated before repenting and being released by the Count, instead of killing himself after losing on the stock market, as Andrew Ong hilariously portrayed. The rest of the bits, not the shooting (though everyone laughed at that anyway because he's so damn funny).
Dante goes off once his revenge is exacted, and presumably goes off to live out the rest of his life in quiet, jewel encrusted opulence while boning his hot Arab slave girl/mistress/prospective wife the whole time. He does not do a partial striptease before leaping to his death in a river in a spectacular finale. Though the all white storm coat did set off a few gaydars, so I guess we can forgive Bryant for throwing it off.
By the way Bryant, Wilson asked you to lay off the steroids. At least that scene allowed me to find out that the stage can lower itself. And there's a door when it's lowered. I didn't even discover that when I snuck into the place myself...
Overall, CMC was pretty good. If it can make me forget that I've spent three hours watching it, it's good.
And they had the good sense to make a wardrobe change, compared to what they were wearing in the posters. It was so weird, me and Damien have decided to make a life-sized copy of it and give it to Bryant on his birthday.
It had a large, puffy bowtie. 'Nuff said.
Sigh, all the melancholy after I watch ACSian theater performance, good as they are. I always wonder why the heck I chose to stick with a rugby team where I'd be lucky to be a regular sub, let alone start. I sometimes wonder if things would be better if I signed up with the drama people.... Too late now to change...
All the things that never happened, and never will be...
Sad blogpost is sad... 8 (
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Just That Bit Closer to Sam Fischer
Instead of falling asleep at the SJI table, I decided to look for more comfortable and quiet lodgings, so I broke into LT1, since the air-con was on there while it was pitch dark.
Wondering where I could buy a pair (trio?) of green-lit goggles to go with my l337 n1nj4 skillz as I lay down in the space below the lecture seats, I drifted off to sleep in the chill air...
Only to be awoken by a "testing, testing" from the speaker system 20 minutes later. Apparently a technician turned up early to test the microphones. Patting myself on the head for having the foresight to stash all my stuff below the chairs as well while picking a row all the way at the back, I lay frozen below the seats until he left before I promptly blew the joint.
The adrenaline rush cancelled the need for any more sleep. Next time, LT4!
Spent most of the day chilling with Shawn and Jeannel in one of computer labs until the final results were released for the whole year. I had a straight flush for my Promotional grades, till moderation came and bumped everything up. So I'm looking at ABCCEE. Not that I'm complaining. Hmm...what can I spell with that?
ABECCE?
CABECE?
Ah screw it, I give up.
The Council found my OGL application form a real hoot apparently, according to Zongren.
Oh yeah, that's right, I applied. Did I ever mention that?
It was a spur of the moment thing, the sort of thing I do when I'm not entirely lucid, but at least this time it didn't result in me clinging onto a rope for dear life 4000 feet above sea level.
A snap decision it was... Chris Khew waiting for me to make up my mind whether to take a form, Kim (and her umbrella, it was raining) impatiently waiting for me to make up my mind...
What disturbs me though, is the fact that the form says "Do not be discouraged by the dedication needed...yada yada yada." It's worrying. When something like that turns up in the official blurbs, well, yeah.
It's like writing "Don't give bungee jumping with nothing but some dubiously withered looking vines just because you might plunge to your most horrible and gruesome death as you are impaled on the jagged rocks below. Like the last fifteen suckers before you."
Wondering where I could buy a pair (trio?) of green-lit goggles to go with my l337 n1nj4 skillz as I lay down in the space below the lecture seats, I drifted off to sleep in the chill air...
Only to be awoken by a "testing, testing" from the speaker system 20 minutes later. Apparently a technician turned up early to test the microphones. Patting myself on the head for having the foresight to stash all my stuff below the chairs as well while picking a row all the way at the back, I lay frozen below the seats until he left before I promptly blew the joint.
The adrenaline rush cancelled the need for any more sleep. Next time, LT4!
Spent most of the day chilling with Shawn and Jeannel in one of computer labs until the final results were released for the whole year. I had a straight flush for my Promotional grades, till moderation came and bumped everything up. So I'm looking at ABCCEE. Not that I'm complaining. Hmm...what can I spell with that?
ABECCE?
CABECE?
Ah screw it, I give up.
The Council found my OGL application form a real hoot apparently, according to Zongren.
Oh yeah, that's right, I applied. Did I ever mention that?
It was a spur of the moment thing, the sort of thing I do when I'm not entirely lucid, but at least this time it didn't result in me clinging onto a rope for dear life 4000 feet above sea level.
A snap decision it was... Chris Khew waiting for me to make up my mind whether to take a form, Kim (and her umbrella, it was raining) impatiently waiting for me to make up my mind...
What disturbs me though, is the fact that the form says "Do not be discouraged by the dedication needed...yada yada yada." It's worrying. When something like that turns up in the official blurbs, well, yeah.
It's like writing "Don't give bungee jumping with nothing but some dubiously withered looking vines just because you might plunge to your most horrible and gruesome death as you are impaled on the jagged rocks below. Like the last fifteen suckers before you."
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
The Bachelor's Life
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Micro : Dude, Yahtzee is right, Sheva is not African! Listen to that, that's a British accent, right there!
Bryant : No way!
Micro : She sounds just like Mrs Creffield!
Bryant : Sssh! Don't ruin the fantasy!
Micro : Of what? Sheva or Mrs Creffield?
Bryant : What do you think?
Micro : Mrs Creffield it is then
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Surreal is staggering back to an empty house through the dimly lit streets, bumping into bushes at 5 in the morning after playing Resident Evil 5 with Bryant. And training for 4 hours with the ACSI old boys before that.
Been living the life of a bachelor for the last few days, since my parents and sister are in Vietnam. No limits, a suitable stash of cash, and all the time in the world for weekends. Awesome, is it not, that I beat Majini up with my friends until we both pass out and drop the controllers, thereby activating his OCD and hence our collective common sense?
No, Sir Cliff Richards, you should NOT stay a bachelor boy until your dying day, no matter what your daddy says. Zongren, if you ever read this, listen to Song! Find a nice girl and settle down, because I'd rather be running diamonds than having to do my own laundry or scour my own food...
Which coincidentally, leads to the worst sort of laundry to do (Running diamonds, not finding food, unless it's a really hot day). Not that I'm incapable of doing the said tasks, I'm capable of a lot of things, but really, getting home at 10, proceeding to wash clothes from running diamonds and waiting till 11 to hang them up, then trying to get up before 6 is not possible for this bachelor...
And I've got to babysit my brother. Well, not really, since he's content with watching Naturo from 3 to 10, so it's more like looking after a plant, just keep it watered.
Micro : Dude, Yahtzee is right, Sheva is not African! Listen to that, that's a British accent, right there!
Bryant : No way!
Micro : She sounds just like Mrs Creffield!
Bryant : Sssh! Don't ruin the fantasy!
Micro : Of what? Sheva or Mrs Creffield?
Bryant : What do you think?
Micro : Mrs Creffield it is then
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Surreal is staggering back to an empty house through the dimly lit streets, bumping into bushes at 5 in the morning after playing Resident Evil 5 with Bryant. And training for 4 hours with the ACSI old boys before that.
Been living the life of a bachelor for the last few days, since my parents and sister are in Vietnam. No limits, a suitable stash of cash, and all the time in the world for weekends. Awesome, is it not, that I beat Majini up with my friends until we both pass out and drop the controllers, thereby activating his OCD and hence our collective common sense?
No, Sir Cliff Richards, you should NOT stay a bachelor boy until your dying day, no matter what your daddy says. Zongren, if you ever read this, listen to Song! Find a nice girl and settle down, because I'd rather be running diamonds than having to do my own laundry or scour my own food...
Which coincidentally, leads to the worst sort of laundry to do (Running diamonds, not finding food, unless it's a really hot day). Not that I'm incapable of doing the said tasks, I'm capable of a lot of things, but really, getting home at 10, proceeding to wash clothes from running diamonds and waiting till 11 to hang them up, then trying to get up before 6 is not possible for this bachelor...
And I've got to babysit my brother. Well, not really, since he's content with watching Naturo from 3 to 10, so it's more like looking after a plant, just keep it watered.
Saturday, 3 October 2009
Zen...And Comforting
*Begin deep, meaningful and insightful section here*
"There is no mystery to happiness.
"Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn -- or worse, indifference -- cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present.
"But there's the rub. The present can never deliver one thing: meaning. The ways of happiness and meaning are not the same. To find happiness, a man need only live in the moment; he need only live for the moment. But if he wants meaning -- the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life -- a man must reinhabit the past, however dark, and live for the future, however uncertain. Thus nature dangles happiness and meaning before us all, insisting only that we choose between them."
-- Jed Rubenfeld, 'The Interpretation of Murder'
Much thanks to Bryant for having introduced me to that quote. It's stuck with me since the day he posted it.
Reverting back to the old day cycles I used to have. Study, then TF2. Study, then read TRC manga.
Love this cycle. It's simple, it's calm, it's comforting, and most of all, it's familiar. Two years of living it, two awesome years. The best bit is, I don't have to choose between happiness and meaning because of it.
What I do, I enjoy, and conveniently happens to take care of the future, and since I'm good with the past, well, I've got myself a pretty good deal don't I?
Might be a little late to save your dream of finally getting a chance to see what the hell John Nash was up to in Princeton isn't it?
Well, I lost heavily before the dark ages ended didn't I?
*End deep, meaningful and insightful section here*
Okay, that's over! They should read stuff like that during chapel.
Instead of the usual did to spur us on to
The chaplain ACJC has is kinda like this one.
Why, why, why can we never have a Chaplain/Priest like this one!
I mean, he doesn't even have to be an Interrogator-Chaplain! Just think about it, a Chaplain who gives sermons in full power armour! Reads quotes from the Bible he wears around his waist with a chain! Blesses people using a crozius! Partitions the wafers and wine with a power sword! Come on, this would bring the flock back from those "charismatic" churches! Or at least draw the fa/tg/uys into attending Mass on a regular basis.
Which reminds me, right after the Promos, I'm getting started on my newest fanfiction.
This one will be about an Apothecary who's expelled from his Chapter (Iron Wolves) for losing the gene seed of ten marines because he stopped to rescue a group of Guardsmen from Traitor Marines. Until he performs a great deed of service to the Emperor, he will have to wander as a Lone Wolf across the galaxy. So he joins up with the regiment of the Guardsmen he saved as a medic, looking for the chance to redeem himself in the eyes of the Emperor.
Initially supposed to be a serious one to explore how Space Marine-human relations (Still is), Bryant and I couldn't help but think of all the awkward scenes a Space Marine medic used to healing superhuman warriors would have babysitting normal human soldiers.
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Bryant : Apothecary! Private Jenkins had a heart attack!
Micro : Bring him to my operating table. Now administering the Rites of CPR.
*Crushes Guardsmen to death due to his superhuman strength*
Micro : Oops...Erm...Emperor watch over your soul brave soldier?
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Micro : Emperor's peace be with you fallen warrior, as I take the Chapter's due.
Bryant : Apothecary, why the hell are you mutilating Forester's body for?
Micro : I am extracting his gene seed, so that his legacy may live through another.
Bryant : Oi! We're not Marines, we don't have gene seed!
Micro : Really? Then what are these two glands that I just extracted from Corporal Forester's midsectio-
Bryant : PUT THEM BACK!!!
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Well, if you've been doing the same thing for the last 100 years, you tend to get a little too familiar with the routine wouldn't you?
PS : Sam, sorry we couldn't meet up! It's not so easy for us any more... We'll make up for it when you get back in December, I promise!
PPS : Before I forget. You mah hoe! (It's Friday)
"There is no mystery to happiness.
"Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn -- or worse, indifference -- cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present.
"But there's the rub. The present can never deliver one thing: meaning. The ways of happiness and meaning are not the same. To find happiness, a man need only live in the moment; he need only live for the moment. But if he wants meaning -- the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life -- a man must reinhabit the past, however dark, and live for the future, however uncertain. Thus nature dangles happiness and meaning before us all, insisting only that we choose between them."
-- Jed Rubenfeld, 'The Interpretation of Murder'
Much thanks to Bryant for having introduced me to that quote. It's stuck with me since the day he posted it.
Reverting back to the old day cycles I used to have. Study, then TF2. Study, then read TRC manga.
Love this cycle. It's simple, it's calm, it's comforting, and most of all, it's familiar. Two years of living it, two awesome years. The best bit is, I don't have to choose between happiness and meaning because of it.
What I do, I enjoy, and conveniently happens to take care of the future, and since I'm good with the past, well, I've got myself a pretty good deal don't I?
Might be a little late to save your dream of finally getting a chance to see what the hell John Nash was up to in Princeton isn't it?
Well, I lost heavily before the dark ages ended didn't I?
*End deep, meaningful and insightful section here*
Okay, that's over! They should read stuff like that during chapel.
Instead of the usual
The chaplain ACJC has is kinda like this one.
Why, why, why can we never have a Chaplain/Priest like this one!
I mean, he doesn't even have to be an Interrogator-Chaplain! Just think about it, a Chaplain who gives sermons in full power armour! Reads quotes from the Bible he wears around his waist with a chain! Blesses people using a crozius! Partitions the wafers and wine with a power sword! Come on, this would bring the flock back from those "charismatic" churches! Or at least draw the fa/tg/uys into attending Mass on a regular basis.
Which reminds me, right after the Promos, I'm getting started on my newest fanfiction.
This one will be about an Apothecary who's expelled from his Chapter (Iron Wolves) for losing the gene seed of ten marines because he stopped to rescue a group of Guardsmen from Traitor Marines. Until he performs a great deed of service to the Emperor, he will have to wander as a Lone Wolf across the galaxy. So he joins up with the regiment of the Guardsmen he saved as a medic, looking for the chance to redeem himself in the eyes of the Emperor.
Initially supposed to be a serious one to explore how Space Marine-human relations (Still is), Bryant and I couldn't help but think of all the awkward scenes a Space Marine medic used to healing superhuman warriors would have babysitting normal human soldiers.
----
Bryant : Apothecary! Private Jenkins had a heart attack!
Micro : Bring him to my operating table. Now administering the Rites of CPR.
*Crushes Guardsmen to death due to his superhuman strength*
Micro : Oops...Erm...Emperor watch over your soul brave soldier?
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Micro : Emperor's peace be with you fallen warrior, as I take the Chapter's due.
Bryant : Apothecary, why the hell are you mutilating Forester's body for?
Micro : I am extracting his gene seed, so that his legacy may live through another.
Bryant : Oi! We're not Marines, we don't have gene seed!
Micro : Really? Then what are these two glands that I just extracted from Corporal Forester's midsectio-
Bryant : PUT THEM BACK!!!
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Well, if you've been doing the same thing for the last 100 years, you tend to get a little too familiar with the routine wouldn't you?
PS : Sam, sorry we couldn't meet up! It's not so easy for us any more... We'll make up for it when you get back in December, I promise!
PPS : Before I forget. You mah hoe! (It's Friday)
Monday, 14 September 2009
Lock And Load
Had an awesome day once again in the CWC. Only for it to be ruined tonight by them.
Jezebels and vagabonds. And while neither really applies to what they did tonight, it fits the way they go about anyway
In the act of forcing a burden on me, they have relieved me of another. Now, hatred is acceptable. Conflict can be justified. Confrontation is reasonable.
Not once, but twice this has happened now. I longed for a truce or equilibrium of some sort. No more, but I still weary of this stalemate. I've done enough giving. Time for some taking.
So awaken the Eversors and unchain Khorne's servants, for he thirsts this day.
And we shall gladly slake it.
Jezebels and vagabonds. And while neither really applies to what they did tonight, it fits the way they go about anyway
In the act of forcing a burden on me, they have relieved me of another. Now, hatred is acceptable. Conflict can be justified. Confrontation is reasonable.
Not once, but twice this has happened now. I longed for a truce or equilibrium of some sort. No more, but I still weary of this stalemate. I've done enough giving. Time for some taking.
So awaken the Eversors and unchain Khorne's servants, for he thirsts this day.
And we shall gladly slake it.
Thursday, 3 September 2009
Meh, Shut Up and Reload Already
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Micro : Some days Tim, I just feel like quitting the team and turning in my badge so I can get back to basics, so I'd have nothing to annoy/sadden/worry me. I mean, when I try to do everything, I'm rubbish on the field and the classroom.
Tim : That's not true... You are trying to move from C to A, people like me are trying to get promoted. And you're a still a senior player, even if you don't act like it. Besides, how's quitting going to help? If you hand in your badge, you can't get it back, and if you quit the team now, you definitely won't be able to make it to the first team. Really Cheng Heng, quitting now won't help, you'll end up with even less than you started with.
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True dat. No point folding if you've already bet big. Tim's right, I can't quit. Truth be told, I'd go mad without training. It'd be like taking a vow of silence.
Before having that conversation, I was going to whine about how it isn't fair that I know exactly what I'm doing, but I can't do well because I get careless, at *everything*. But now I'm not.
Crazy fool that I am, I decided to prescribe myself the DOW2 campaign to remedy sleepless nights. On Primarch difficulty, and now I require Prozac after I spent half an hour finding and killing the Lictor Alpha for the stage, but get killed by fucking SPORE MINES ten seconds after that. Three times in a row. Basically, the difficulty curve works like this
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Recruit - Your Marines are made to Shen Shin's proportions. They only need to sneeze to take out a Fire Prism. And those are just the scouts.
Sergeant - Your Marines have as much plot armour as fluff Marines. Able to stand in the middle of an open field and gun down Looted Tanks without getting seriously hurt.
Captain - Your Marines will need to learn a concept that's very foreign to them. It's called cover. Marines actually get killed on this level.
Primarch - Terminators will get killed on a regular basis by (Dear Emperor...) Hormagaunts
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Then, there was this guy on the Starhub servers who---
Wait, run that by me again!
Uh-huh...yeah...okay...WTF?
You can't be bloody serious...
Breaking news people, there are actually people going for the rugby outing tomorrow. Which unfortunately, is the also the time period which I intend to return to SJI at.
Ordinarily, I would be stuck here indecivisely, afraid of the consequences of either choice. Look bad to the team, or not return.
Then again, I've always prided myself on being able to elicit a "WTF?" response from people.
Micro has decided to be decisive today. I R going back with the rest. Sorry ACJC, but you should have put the celebrations on Monday.
Finally learning to stand up for yourself are we?
Indeed I am my friend, indeed I am.
Got the presents yet?
D'oh!
Meh, they won't expect one from you anyway, you never were in the habit of doing that.
Well... I handed up my lit homework to the BAng on the last one, does that count?
No
Really? Fine... Is there anything else I'm forgetting?
Clouds and supersonic aircraft. CWC email. Now.
Micro : Some days Tim, I just feel like quitting the team and turning in my badge so I can get back to basics, so I'd have nothing to annoy/sadden/worry me. I mean, when I try to do everything, I'm rubbish on the field and the classroom.
Tim : That's not true... You are trying to move from C to A, people like me are trying to get promoted. And you're a still a senior player, even if you don't act like it. Besides, how's quitting going to help? If you hand in your badge, you can't get it back, and if you quit the team now, you definitely won't be able to make it to the first team. Really Cheng Heng, quitting now won't help, you'll end up with even less than you started with.
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True dat. No point folding if you've already bet big. Tim's right, I can't quit. Truth be told, I'd go mad without training. It'd be like taking a vow of silence.
Before having that conversation, I was going to whine about how it isn't fair that I know exactly what I'm doing, but I can't do well because I get careless, at *everything*. But now I'm not.
Crazy fool that I am, I decided to prescribe myself the DOW2 campaign to remedy sleepless nights. On Primarch difficulty, and now I require Prozac after I spent half an hour finding and killing the Lictor Alpha for the stage, but get killed by fucking SPORE MINES ten seconds after that. Three times in a row. Basically, the difficulty curve works like this
----
Recruit - Your Marines are made to Shen Shin's proportions. They only need to sneeze to take out a Fire Prism. And those are just the scouts.
Sergeant - Your Marines have as much plot armour as fluff Marines. Able to stand in the middle of an open field and gun down Looted Tanks without getting seriously hurt.
Captain - Your Marines will need to learn a concept that's very foreign to them. It's called cover. Marines actually get killed on this level.
Primarch - Terminators will get killed on a regular basis by (Dear Emperor...) Hormagaunts
----
Then, there was this guy on the Starhub servers who---
Wait, run that by me again!
Uh-huh...yeah...okay...WTF?
You can't be bloody serious...
Breaking news people, there are actually people going for the rugby outing tomorrow. Which unfortunately, is the also the time period which I intend to return to SJI at.
Ordinarily, I would be stuck here indecivisely, afraid of the consequences of either choice. Look bad to the team, or not return.
Then again, I've always prided myself on being able to elicit a "WTF?" response from people.
Micro has decided to be decisive today. I R going back with the rest. Sorry ACJC, but you should have put the celebrations on Monday.
Finally learning to stand up for yourself are we?
Indeed I am my friend, indeed I am.
Got the presents yet?
D'oh!
Meh, they won't expect one from you anyway, you never were in the habit of doing that.
Well... I handed up my lit homework to the BAng on the last one, does that count?
No
Really? Fine... Is there anything else I'm forgetting?
Clouds and supersonic aircraft. CWC email. Now.
Monday, 17 August 2009
Told You I'd Be Back
Arsenal played the perfect game (6-1 against Everton) and Usain Bolt ran the perfect race last night, and I did the perfect experiment for Physics SPA today. That anagram still scares me these days, after unbelievably crap luck with them at O-Levels. I arrived in school at the usual time so I'd get a ride to school despite being in Shift 2, and tried not to die of anxiety while reading Duma Key until 10. Damn you Steven King, now you've made me go from dreamless sleep to "WTF?" dreams. The last one involved Robbie Keane dying and China nuking the school. The dreams of a man missing half his brain due to a car accident and a supernatural island are contagious.
Such a weight off one's chest...Chemistry won't be as finicky as Physics, and Chinese test on Wednesday, meh, when did I start caring?
Anyway, while I was dying of guilt for not going for any CWC meetings earlier this year due to training, being faced with the prospect of stoning yet another 4 hours before it started left me in the age-old problem here. Too little time to go home, too long to waste. The successful SPA more than made up for it of course.
So after Sam Wang and Tim K had to return to class at 2, I was still left with much time to burn. So back to Duma Key it was, at the risk of my subconscious pulling another Piccaso on me, to watch Eddie Freemantle slowly crawl out of insanity.
Finally at 4.30 I met up with Sam again to find our way to the meeting room.
That's when I heard her...
A shrill roar is volleyed at poor Tim for forgetting to unlock the room from somewhere in the candeck. The source of the noise, standing at 5"2 in all her glory, the self proclaimed Madame Dictator Kim.
Okay, so she isn't so evil once you get to know her, but I still spent the next five minutes taking cover behind Sam because Tim was too small to provide ample protection.
Unfortunately, this appeared to be one of the sessions involving labour and admin st00fs, so half my mind was spent thinking up suggestions for the outing they were planning, and the other half was spent thinking of a name for the dead cockroach taped to the wall with a "OMG, help me!" speech bubble next to it after Mr Woolhead mentioned it was important to know "the name behind the face". I eventually pasted a "Hi, My Name is Llewellyn" sign next to it. Madame Dictator was not pleased.
On a absolutely random note, I must watch Up. I have never missed a Pixar film before, and I don't intend to start now.
P.S : Two years are up Bryant, what does that anagram stand for!!??!?!
Such a weight off one's chest...Chemistry won't be as finicky as Physics, and Chinese test on Wednesday, meh, when did I start caring?
Anyway, while I was dying of guilt for not going for any CWC meetings earlier this year due to training, being faced with the prospect of stoning yet another 4 hours before it started left me in the age-old problem here. Too little time to go home, too long to waste. The successful SPA more than made up for it of course.
So after Sam Wang and Tim K had to return to class at 2, I was still left with much time to burn. So back to Duma Key it was, at the risk of my subconscious pulling another Piccaso on me, to watch Eddie Freemantle slowly crawl out of insanity.
Finally at 4.30 I met up with Sam again to find our way to the meeting room.
That's when I heard her...
A shrill roar is volleyed at poor Tim for forgetting to unlock the room from somewhere in the candeck. The source of the noise, standing at 5"2 in all her glory, the self proclaimed Madame Dictator Kim.
Okay, so she isn't so evil once you get to know her, but I still spent the next five minutes taking cover behind Sam because Tim was too small to provide ample protection.
Unfortunately, this appeared to be one of the sessions involving labour and admin st00fs, so half my mind was spent thinking up suggestions for the outing they were planning, and the other half was spent thinking of a name for the dead cockroach taped to the wall with a "OMG, help me!" speech bubble next to it after Mr Woolhead mentioned it was important to know "the name behind the face". I eventually pasted a "Hi, My Name is Llewellyn" sign next to it. Madame Dictator was not pleased.
On a absolutely random note, I must watch Up. I have never missed a Pixar film before, and I don't intend to start now.
P.S : Two years are up Bryant, what does that anagram stand for!!??!?!
Monday, 27 July 2009
WTF...Where Did That Come From?
Yesterday, I had the dubious privilege of consciously watching myself fall sick with fever. While most enlightening actually feeling the fever take over, it wasn't fun. Definitely wasn't fun.
Usually, one wakes up with the said illness, but in the space of an hour I went from cursing the Economics independent worksheet to a shivering wreck on the floor.
First sign was the chills. I was resisting the urge to start up TF2/SwiftKit while doing the damned worksheet when I suddenly felt really, really cold. Which was weird, given how it supposed to be a hot day.
I realized something was wrong when the headache came in. That was definitely something wrong, I actually slept the night before.
It all proceeded to fall to shit from there. My parents found me a shivering wreck under my blanket with the windows closed and fans off at 30 degrees.
By the time I reached the clinic my temperature was 38.5, which I realized, even in my connection-lost-to-reality-attemtping-to-re-establish state, was a record. Normally, I abnormally low temperatures (<36) because the thermometer I bring is probably broken and only for show.
While the doctor admitted I was in bad shape, he seemed pretty certain it wasn't H1N1. So that means no 7 day holiday for anyone in contact with me.
My 7 day MC however, means I miss the CWC session this week. I feel *really* guilty about having joined but never going because of training, but even when I can go, something else turns up. (First Chinese A-Level oral, followed by this).
Usually, one wakes up with the said illness, but in the space of an hour I went from cursing the Economics independent worksheet to a shivering wreck on the floor.
First sign was the chills. I was resisting the urge to start up TF2/SwiftKit while doing the damned worksheet when I suddenly felt really, really cold. Which was weird, given how it supposed to be a hot day.
I realized something was wrong when the headache came in. That was definitely something wrong, I actually slept the night before.
It all proceeded to fall to shit from there. My parents found me a shivering wreck under my blanket with the windows closed and fans off at 30 degrees.
By the time I reached the clinic my temperature was 38.5, which I realized, even in my connection-lost-to-reality-attemtping-to-re-establish state, was a record. Normally, I abnormally low temperatures (<36) because the thermometer I bring is probably broken and only for show.
While the doctor admitted I was in bad shape, he seemed pretty certain it wasn't H1N1. So that means no 7 day holiday for anyone in contact with me.
My 7 day MC however, means I miss the CWC session this week. I feel *really* guilty about having joined but never going because of training, but even when I can go, something else turns up. (First Chinese A-Level oral, followed by this).
Saturday, 11 July 2009
A Conversation
We need to talk. It's apparent that your problems have gotten out of hand.
Leave me alone...
You sure about that one? You can't seem to make up your mind about that one...
I know...
I know you tried to interact with them, but let's face the facts. Most of the time you've got nothing to say to them. And kid, it's made you miserable for a long time now.
No kidding...
And the worst thing is your indecision. Sure, you've sworn to be a lone wolf, just disconnecting yourself entirely from them, as far as possible. But you keep holding out in case that might change.
Hey, what can I say, I'm an optimist. Or at least I used to be.
Why exactly do you hate them so much anyway?
I don't hate them...
Hate's a bit strong I guess, but you definitely don't like 'em. I see many things too, just like you do.
Of course you do genius, you're me...
When you were sixteen. From happier times. And answer my question.
I don't know...it's just that whenever I'm around them, I just feel so damned edgy and uncomfortable... I just don't feel happy around them. Something about a lot of them just irritates me...
Well, whatever it is, it's getting serious. You're perpetually moody and listless because of it. And that in turn, causes you to not feel like doing anything. Especially study. You got butchered at the Terms, and even though it was a mix of carelessness and crap luck, you still shouldn't have crashed so spectacularly. Hell, it's even affecting your ability to write. Look at your posts since you got here. They're missing something.
I know, I know... The odd thing is that it's just them that this problem turns up with. I'm perfectly okay with everyone else I've met, but I can go through a day without saying a word to any of them.
Atrophy could be the reason for your writing's malaise.
Yeah...
You miss Sam, Bryant, Moses and the rest don't you?
Good that you noticed Captain Obvious. Moses is in CJ, Sam's in Australia and Bryant might as well be there with him, busy as he is these days. At least I still see Tim K often enough online, but still...
Back to the original reason why I'm talking to you. You can either continue trying to fit in, or strike out alone. You can of course, remain in the transition stage you're in now, but a fat load of good that's done you. The first option has no guarantee of working, and being the calculative being you are, I guess I know what you'll pick.
I have no qualms about being a lone ranger, but then that might ruin...
Your chances with her? Honestly, mate, the best way to go back to the relaxed state of life that you operate best in is to just disconnect yourself from everything, and you're seriously holding this up for one girl? You could fix everything that's gone wrong!
Sounds much like one of those chick romance novels. Lulz. But you're right.
Meh, I knew I was always a sensible bugger. So, now will you walk the Path of the Ranger?
Yes! Now give me my camo-cloak and mini-brightlance/sniper rifle. Wait, actually, you can keep the rifle, Rangers still suck major ass, even in DoW2.
Seriously? Damn.
Yeah, they do, but Guardians are actually useful these days. But they removed Dark Reapers.
Like topping Haagen-Daas ice cream with pond scum... Sigh, hopefully Relic will get it right one day. But listen man, just remember, do the right thing, and don't forget that you are special. Srsly. Egoistical as it is, it's how you thrived and survived back then, and that's how you'll repeat that here. But really, you know you aren't normal, and not in a bad way. Don't forget. It's all going to be alright from here on.
But what about her?
Sigh, I'm still a poet and romantic at heart aren't I? Well, didn't chicks dig rebels and such?
You're speaking from a total lack of experience. But meh, odds are you're right.
You seem to have taken that rather easily. I'm surprised.
I took my happy pills 8 )
Nice to see you in a bright mood again. Now, off you go, and finish up the tutorial on M.I okay?
Will do! Bye!
Bye!
Leave me alone...
You sure about that one? You can't seem to make up your mind about that one...
I know...
I know you tried to interact with them, but let's face the facts. Most of the time you've got nothing to say to them. And kid, it's made you miserable for a long time now.
No kidding...
And the worst thing is your indecision. Sure, you've sworn to be a lone wolf, just disconnecting yourself entirely from them, as far as possible. But you keep holding out in case that might change.
Hey, what can I say, I'm an optimist. Or at least I used to be.
Why exactly do you hate them so much anyway?
I don't hate them...
Hate's a bit strong I guess, but you definitely don't like 'em. I see many things too, just like you do.
Of course you do genius, you're me...
When you were sixteen. From happier times. And answer my question.
I don't know...it's just that whenever I'm around them, I just feel so damned edgy and uncomfortable... I just don't feel happy around them. Something about a lot of them just irritates me...
Well, whatever it is, it's getting serious. You're perpetually moody and listless because of it. And that in turn, causes you to not feel like doing anything. Especially study. You got butchered at the Terms, and even though it was a mix of carelessness and crap luck, you still shouldn't have crashed so spectacularly. Hell, it's even affecting your ability to write. Look at your posts since you got here. They're missing something.
I know, I know... The odd thing is that it's just them that this problem turns up with. I'm perfectly okay with everyone else I've met, but I can go through a day without saying a word to any of them.
Atrophy could be the reason for your writing's malaise.
Yeah...
You miss Sam, Bryant, Moses and the rest don't you?
Good that you noticed Captain Obvious. Moses is in CJ, Sam's in Australia and Bryant might as well be there with him, busy as he is these days. At least I still see Tim K often enough online, but still...
Back to the original reason why I'm talking to you. You can either continue trying to fit in, or strike out alone. You can of course, remain in the transition stage you're in now, but a fat load of good that's done you. The first option has no guarantee of working, and being the calculative being you are, I guess I know what you'll pick.
I have no qualms about being a lone ranger, but then that might ruin...
Your chances with her? Honestly, mate, the best way to go back to the relaxed state of life that you operate best in is to just disconnect yourself from everything, and you're seriously holding this up for one girl? You could fix everything that's gone wrong!
Sounds much like one of those chick romance novels. Lulz. But you're right.
Meh, I knew I was always a sensible bugger. So, now will you walk the Path of the Ranger?
Yes! Now give me my camo-cloak and mini-brightlance/sniper rifle. Wait, actually, you can keep the rifle, Rangers still suck major ass, even in DoW2.
Seriously? Damn.
Yeah, they do, but Guardians are actually useful these days. But they removed Dark Reapers.
Like topping Haagen-Daas ice cream with pond scum... Sigh, hopefully Relic will get it right one day. But listen man, just remember, do the right thing, and don't forget that you are special. Srsly. Egoistical as it is, it's how you thrived and survived back then, and that's how you'll repeat that here. But really, you know you aren't normal, and not in a bad way. Don't forget. It's all going to be alright from here on.
But what about her?
Sigh, I'm still a poet and romantic at heart aren't I? Well, didn't chicks dig rebels and such?
You're speaking from a total lack of experience. But meh, odds are you're right.
You seem to have taken that rather easily. I'm surprised.
I took my happy pills 8 )
Nice to see you in a bright mood again. Now, off you go, and finish up the tutorial on M.I okay?
Will do! Bye!
Bye!
Saturday, 27 June 2009
I Am Ze Ubermensch!
http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198002575944/stats/TF2
Ironically, I was using the Kritzkrieg when I set the record. 64 points as Medic. Not farmed. No cheats, no hacks, nothing.
It all started on an instant respawn 2fort server. I had just gotten Doctor Assisted Homicide, and I needed two more achievements for the Ubersaw. So I sat there in the respawn room wondering which two I should go for next.
Intern and Specialist seemed to be the only two which didn't depend on the competency of my team mates, and were not ridiculously stupid like so many Medic achievements.
I checked the front door of the BLU fort.
Are we turtling? Check.
Are there many Heavies/Soldiers? Check.
Am I the only Medic on the team? Check.
And so it began. I changed the setting for "Begin playing like you got no balls at" from 80% to 0%. I started to run away the moment I was under fire, turned around so often and suddenly that I looked like I had Tourette's Syndrome, and fired off the Kritz at the first sign of danger (Yes, I even Kritzed a Heavy when I saw an Sniper coming down the bridge).
It took a surprisingly short time to amass 10k heal points needed for Specialist and Intern. Then I thought to myself, why stop here? How often do you get 2 sentries built at the entrance of the fort with dispensers nearby, as well as a RED team comprising mostly of W + M1 players?
It was only 21 minutes of getting crit-raped that the RED team sent an Ubered Pyro coming up from the sewers. No one needs the element of surprise anymore when you're invincible.
But I got the the achievements, and most importantly, my Ubersaw.
I celebrated using a Demoman that jumped onto the battlements.
Ubersaw makes Medics charge up to just about any class for easy Uberchage/Kritzkrieg. And believe or not, Medics will come up tops most of the time. Soldiers and Demomen are actually pretty poor in melee range, Heavies get tunnel vision when they start firing, Scouts tend to go for a bat kill when their Force-A-Nature runs dry, Engies are too slow to run away, Snipers can't see closer than 50 metres and Spies are just for lulz.
If I wasn't phasing my mind off Planet Slummer and back into the real world for the exams, I'd draw up plans on how to build an Ubersaw. In real life. Anyone know where I can get that handle?
Because I already have the blades and syringes ready.
Michael Jackson apparently just died 12 hours ago.
While he did have an unhealthy interest in little boys, never seemed to grow up and decided to make himself look like one of his one zombies in Thriller in his later life, there's no denying the man was a musical genius.
If you can write and sing a Grammy winning song at the age of 10, and continue doing that for decades, you've got to be someone special.
Now that he's died, let's just remember the good that he did, not as the scandal ridden man who lived in a world of his on, but as the handsome young rogue in Thriller with the talent we may never again see in our own lifetime.
Ironically, I was using the Kritzkrieg when I set the record. 64 points as Medic. Not farmed. No cheats, no hacks, nothing.
It all started on an instant respawn 2fort server. I had just gotten Doctor Assisted Homicide, and I needed two more achievements for the Ubersaw. So I sat there in the respawn room wondering which two I should go for next.
Intern and Specialist seemed to be the only two which didn't depend on the competency of my team mates, and were not ridiculously stupid like so many Medic achievements.
I checked the front door of the BLU fort.
Are we turtling? Check.
Are there many Heavies/Soldiers? Check.
Am I the only Medic on the team? Check.
And so it began. I changed the setting for "Begin playing like you got no balls at
It took a surprisingly short time to amass 10k heal points needed for Specialist and Intern. Then I thought to myself, why stop here? How often do you get 2 sentries built at the entrance of the fort with dispensers nearby, as well as a RED team comprising mostly of W + M1 players?
It was only 21 minutes of getting crit-raped that the RED team sent an Ubered Pyro coming up from the sewers. No one needs the element of surprise anymore when you're invincible.
But I got the the achievements, and most importantly, my Ubersaw.
I celebrated using a Demoman that jumped onto the battlements.
Ubersaw makes Medics charge up to just about any class for easy Uberchage/Kritzkrieg. And believe or not, Medics will come up tops most of the time. Soldiers and Demomen are actually pretty poor in melee range, Heavies get tunnel vision when they start firing, Scouts tend to go for a bat kill when their Force-A-Nature runs dry, Engies are too slow to run away, Snipers can't see closer than 50 metres and Spies are just for lulz.
If I wasn't phasing my mind off Planet Slummer and back into the real world for the exams, I'd draw up plans on how to build an Ubersaw. In real life. Anyone know where I can get that handle?
Because I already have the blades and syringes ready.
Michael Jackson apparently just died 12 hours ago.
While he did have an unhealthy interest in little boys, never seemed to grow up and decided to make himself look like one of his one zombies in Thriller in his later life, there's no denying the man was a musical genius.
If you can write and sing a Grammy winning song at the age of 10, and continue doing that for decades, you've got to be someone special.
Now that he's died, let's just remember the good that he did, not as the scandal ridden man who lived in a world of his on, but as the handsome young rogue in Thriller with the talent we may never again see in our own lifetime.
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
CUH-RIT!!
Things to do this holiday
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Convert Tim to TF2ism (Done)
Study properly (I'm working on it)
Get all the new unlocks (Just the Cloak and Dagger left)
Get all the old unlocks (Just the ubersaw left)
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And that's about all that I can do with the time remaining. I was trying to clear up all engagements before Sam gets back sometime this week, but with the quarantine in effect, it looks like we'll have to battle our way through hordes of men in biohazard suits to get to his house.
The holiday is the first time since I got to AC that I can finally drop everything and simply put up my apathy-shield/umbrella to everything that demands my attention. Come to think about it, I should put my apathy shield up for more things that I used to feel weren't important.
Because it frees up time for TF2. The two new Spy watches will ensure the old invisibility watch will never get used ever again once you gain either unlock for most people, but my spy skills have gone down the drain after two months of neglect.
Strangely, all my other classes save the Demoman have gotten *better* with two months of neglect. Positive K-D ratios are now *common* to me! And not to boast (eh, who am I kidding?), but when I play Sniper or Soldier, I help enemy Spies get the High Value Target achievement. (You need to backstab an enemy who is dominating at least three of your teamates.)
Sniper is really the way to rack up kills very fast, especially on 2fort. Here's some food for though.
It took me 7 months since I bought TF2 before I got Fire Chief for Pyro (Get 1000 kills as Pyro)
It took me just two weeks of playing to get Kill Everyone You Meet (Get 1000 kills as Sniper)
Admittedly, I've done little but play Sniper the last two weeks, and it was on a 2fort instant respwan server...
The new unlocks for Sniper aren't fantastic. The Huntsman makes Sniper a dangerous close-combat class according to Bryant, but a close range Sniper is kind of paradoxical to me...
Jarate ensures for much lols, and it's useful. By covering your enemies in piss, every hit on them will be a mini-crit, it can extinguish you and your teamates if you happen to be on fire, and it can reveal cloaked Spies. And it's funny. 3 uses to add to Brainiac's 101 Uses for a Wee.
Razorback is fAiL... 1 word. Ambassador.
As for the Soldier...
I used to hate this class. Now, I love it. Unlike my other three prefered classes (Medic, Heavy, Pyro), I can actually fight, and fight at just about any range. And crit rockets! Nothing makes my inner child smile more than hearing the electrical sizzling when a crit rocket is fired off, the bright, sparkling comet of doom zooming at all the poor suckers in range. At times like this, I always think the same though. Mates, you are all fucked.
It's fast becoming Tim's favourite class too. He's already racked up a more impressive record with the Soldier than I have, though Steam being the bitch is can be, didn't take it down.
Quote from the Spy when dominating a Scout : Here lies Scout. He lived fast, and died a virgin.
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Convert Tim to TF2ism (Done)
Study properly (I'm working on it)
Get all the new unlocks (Just the Cloak and Dagger left)
Get all the old unlocks (Just the ubersaw left)
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And that's about all that I can do with the time remaining. I was trying to clear up all engagements before Sam gets back sometime this week, but with the quarantine in effect, it looks like we'll have to battle our way through hordes of men in biohazard suits to get to his house.
The holiday is the first time since I got to AC that I can finally drop everything and simply put up my apathy-shield/umbrella to everything that demands my attention. Come to think about it, I should put my apathy shield up for more things that I used to feel weren't important.
Because it frees up time for TF2. The two new Spy watches will ensure the old invisibility watch will never get used ever again once you gain either unlock for most people, but my spy skills have gone down the drain after two months of neglect.
Strangely, all my other classes save the Demoman have gotten *better* with two months of neglect. Positive K-D ratios are now *common* to me! And not to boast (eh, who am I kidding?), but when I play Sniper or Soldier, I help enemy Spies get the High Value Target achievement. (You need to backstab an enemy who is dominating at least three of your teamates.)
Sniper is really the way to rack up kills very fast, especially on 2fort. Here's some food for though.
It took me 7 months since I bought TF2 before I got Fire Chief for Pyro (Get 1000 kills as Pyro)
It took me just two weeks of playing to get Kill Everyone You Meet (Get 1000 kills as Sniper)
Admittedly, I've done little but play Sniper the last two weeks, and it was on a 2fort instant respwan server...
The new unlocks for Sniper aren't fantastic. The Huntsman makes Sniper a dangerous close-combat class according to Bryant, but a close range Sniper is kind of paradoxical to me...
Jarate ensures for much lols, and it's useful. By covering your enemies in piss, every hit on them will be a mini-crit, it can extinguish you and your teamates if you happen to be on fire, and it can reveal cloaked Spies. And it's funny. 3 uses to add to Brainiac's 101 Uses for a Wee.
Razorback is fAiL... 1 word. Ambassador.
As for the Soldier...
I used to hate this class. Now, I love it. Unlike my other three prefered classes (Medic, Heavy, Pyro), I can actually fight, and fight at just about any range. And crit rockets! Nothing makes my inner child smile more than hearing the electrical sizzling when a crit rocket is fired off, the bright, sparkling comet of doom zooming at all the poor suckers in range. At times like this, I always think the same though. Mates, you are all fucked.
It's fast becoming Tim's favourite class too. He's already racked up a more impressive record with the Soldier than I have, though Steam being the bitch is can be, didn't take it down.
Quote from the Spy when dominating a Scout : Here lies Scout. He lived fast, and died a virgin.
Friday, 5 June 2009
Dear Mr Bill Gates
I have managed to successfully buy, download, install and play Operation Anchorage from Games for Windows Live, despite your gargantuan efforts to prevent me from doing otherwise, and no doubt the Pitt and Broken Steel will follow closely behind this success. I may have wasted thirty bucks in my endeavor, but it was thirty dollars for a worthy cause.
Yes, your barriers to prevent people from purchasing Fallout 3's expansion packs from GFWL are not insurmountable. The fickleness of the download speeds and the unreasonable age limit were easily overcome, but then you started playing hardball.
Yes Mr Gates, the monkeys you hired to create GFWL almost had me there. For a period of time, GFWL would simply claim that nothing was available for purchase, and only after persistent trial and error did I finally manage to trick the system into letting the option to purchase Operation Anchorage.
Fortunately for me, my Fallout 3 was gifted through Steam, so I dodged your potentially fatal region coding.
But even then, I had to dig through the innards of my computer to move around the BSA files from the default download location into the right place in the operating files because I didn't buy Fallout 3 from GWFL.
Even after that, it was hours of wrestling with the data files before I could get Operation Anchorage to work.
But, eventually, I did get it working. And I enjoyed it. Chinese stealth armour is awesome, even the though the Crimson Dragoons weren't using it to it's maximum potential
Now, I'm not belittling GWFL Mr Gates, but really, something has to be done about it. From what I've heard, you've already fired the head chimp at the GWFL department, so I know you're aware of the problems with it.
While I could possibly labouriously figure out how to force GWFL to sell me the other DLCs, I'd really appreciate it if you helped out by fixing it. Or allowing people who know what they are doing to distribute it too *cough* Steam *cough*.
So yeah, get either one done pretty soon. Don't sweat too much about the problems with GWFL, had least it's a tiny boo-boo compared to EA's idea of SecureROM. I really ought to get the Psychotic Prankster achievement on whoever thought that one up.
Yours Sincerely
Micro
Yes, your barriers to prevent people from purchasing Fallout 3's expansion packs from GFWL are not insurmountable. The fickleness of the download speeds and the unreasonable age limit were easily overcome, but then you started playing hardball.
Yes Mr Gates, the monkeys you hired to create GFWL almost had me there. For a period of time, GFWL would simply claim that nothing was available for purchase, and only after persistent trial and error did I finally manage to trick the system into letting the option to purchase Operation Anchorage.
Fortunately for me, my Fallout 3 was gifted through Steam, so I dodged your potentially fatal region coding.
But even then, I had to dig through the innards of my computer to move around the BSA files from the default download location into the right place in the operating files because I didn't buy Fallout 3 from GWFL.
Even after that, it was hours of wrestling with the data files before I could get Operation Anchorage to work.
But, eventually, I did get it working. And I enjoyed it. Chinese stealth armour is awesome, even the though the Crimson Dragoons weren't using it to it's maximum potential
Now, I'm not belittling GWFL Mr Gates, but really, something has to be done about it. From what I've heard, you've already fired the head chimp at the GWFL department, so I know you're aware of the problems with it.
While I could possibly labouriously figure out how to force GWFL to sell me the other DLCs, I'd really appreciate it if you helped out by fixing it. Or allowing people who know what they are doing to distribute it too *cough* Steam *cough*.
So yeah, get either one done pretty soon. Don't sweat too much about the problems with GWFL, had least it's a tiny boo-boo compared to EA's idea of SecureROM. I really ought to get the Psychotic Prankster achievement on whoever thought that one up.
Yours Sincerely
Micro
Sunday, 10 May 2009
How to Survive JC Life
While lurking MOAR through the Stomp forums, I finally chanced a guide to JC life posted by a certain user named Grandash. The frankness and mostly black-and-white answers and suggestions in his/her guide make it seem like a key to JC life written by my 18 year old self, save the glaring differences in writing style of course.
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Guide to ownage in JC. - Slack in JC and still excel.
The Pareto Principle gives evidence that 80% of our achievements comes from 20% of our efforts. The following are the 20% you should do and the 80% you should avoid.
Dont do CIP. Waste of time. (Finally, someone else with a brain regarding CIP...)US Universities dont even bother looking at it. Considers it as free labour and that you are stupid enough to listen to the government/school. In their culture, CIP is only for those who break the law and part of their rehabilitation program.
For PW (if it still exists in 2009), dont bother doing your GPP well. Just write some crap and hand it to your teacher. Ignore wadever complaints from them. It carries no marks. Insist on keeping meetings to a maximum of 1 hr. Set agenda before meeting. For whatever work, just split the work load, do separately, then meet again to collate. Any surveys data can be faked, and they will not be able to catch you. (not that i recommend you to do that. I strongly believe in research integrity) However, write your WR very well and make sure you excel in the presentation. (I got an A for PW, and i spent less than 24hrs in total for it. Including typing my InR, PI, rehearsals for presentation, etc)
For maths, do all the tutorial qns. During tutorials only listen when the teacher has a faster method, or you dont know how to do the qn. Otherwise do wadever you want. (e.g sleep, sms, do other homework, read books, play GC)
For chem, read the notes carefully. (Figured this one out myself actually) Esp if they state any abnormalities. Buy a good textbook and read, do read the fun facts or wadever the book calls it. It is useful esp for application qns.
For phys, just buy a challenging qn book and practice. If you understand the concepts can just throw away the notes (Thank you, thank you *takes bow*).
Econs just read the essay outlines, practice case study skills. (Exactly what I've been trying to tell History/Social Studies students all this while) Notes almost 80% are junk and not needed in exams.(Good to know, but not useful) You can survive on just 20% content and get a very decent A.
For year 1, dont bother listening to your GP teacher. Yr 1 teachers are crap and they teach crap. Listen attentively in yr 2 though. To survive yr 1, either you read VERY widely (Good, I'm safe already then), or take GP tuition. Please dont waste your first yr or else your english standard CMI in yr 2.
If you think you are extra smart, join the olympiad training programs (Unfortunately, I'm also a lazy piece of crap) and make sure you get selected to represent your sch. Listen very attentively, and MAKE SURE you go back and read the reference books within a 48 hrs timeframe. OR ELSE I guarantee you will be lost in the next lesson. (unless you are a freaking genius of IQ more than 160)
For H3 dont be stupid and take the MOE modules. Take the local Uni ones instead. I highly recommend NTU H3 maths or SMU game theory. SMU game theory is the slackest (around 3 months only). Do the MOE and cry. Do for 1yr-1.5 yrs, get tougher paper, same credit as those local uni ones.
Dont take up research attachments (Thank goodness that a certain combination of unique circumstances prevented my from doing this one). Literally saps your time away. Including your holidays. If you think you really have the time, do put in commitment and at least get a merit award at the SSEF. Another point to note, only do quality projects from the A STAR research labs, NTU ones are just looking for cheap labour. Go there do testing for the prof, and will not qualify for SSEF first round. However the carrot is you get some money at the end of it. (not sure how much, but around 150)
Join council only if you are sure you are popular and have the calibre to make it to the exco. Anything else gives you little credit, fills/saps your time, and give you insomnia and lack of sleep. Normal council member = free labour. Its a crap CCA and wadever respect/prestige bullshit the sch sells you is nothing but a fallacy. If you want to join it, please dont join for the prestige or for your CCA cert. Join it for the skills you will learn and use for a lifetime, and it will be more worthwhile.
Maintain good relationships with the guard in your school and it will reap dividends for you.
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The Pareto Principle gives evidence that 80% of our achievements comes from 20% of our efforts. The following are the 20% you should do and the 80% you should avoid.
Dont do CIP. Waste of time. (Finally, someone else with a brain regarding CIP...)US Universities dont even bother looking at it. Considers it as free labour and that you are stupid enough to listen to the government/school. In their culture, CIP is only for those who break the law and part of their rehabilitation program.
For PW (if it still exists in 2009), dont bother doing your GPP well. Just write some crap and hand it to your teacher. Ignore wadever complaints from them. It carries no marks. Insist on keeping meetings to a maximum of 1 hr. Set agenda before meeting. For whatever work, just split the work load, do separately, then meet again to collate. Any surveys data can be faked, and they will not be able to catch you. (not that i recommend you to do that. I strongly believe in research integrity) However, write your WR very well and make sure you excel in the presentation. (I got an A for PW, and i spent less than 24hrs in total for it. Including typing my InR, PI, rehearsals for presentation, etc)
For maths, do all the tutorial qns. During tutorials only listen when the teacher has a faster method, or you dont know how to do the qn. Otherwise do wadever you want. (e.g sleep, sms, do other homework, read books, play GC)
For chem, read the notes carefully. (Figured this one out myself actually) Esp if they state any abnormalities. Buy a good textbook and read, do read the fun facts or wadever the book calls it. It is useful esp for application qns.
For phys, just buy a challenging qn book and practice. If you understand the concepts can just throw away the notes (Thank you, thank you *takes bow*).
Econs just read the essay outlines, practice case study skills. (Exactly what I've been trying to tell History/Social Studies students all this while) Notes almost 80% are junk and not needed in exams.(Good to know, but not useful) You can survive on just 20% content and get a very decent A.
For year 1, dont bother listening to your GP teacher. Yr 1 teachers are crap and they teach crap. Listen attentively in yr 2 though. To survive yr 1, either you read VERY widely (Good, I'm safe already then), or take GP tuition. Please dont waste your first yr or else your english standard CMI in yr 2.
If you think you are extra smart, join the olympiad training programs (Unfortunately, I'm also a lazy piece of crap) and make sure you get selected to represent your sch. Listen very attentively, and MAKE SURE you go back and read the reference books within a 48 hrs timeframe. OR ELSE I guarantee you will be lost in the next lesson. (unless you are a freaking genius of IQ more than 160)
For H3 dont be stupid and take the MOE modules. Take the local Uni ones instead. I highly recommend NTU H3 maths or SMU game theory. SMU game theory is the slackest (around 3 months only). Do the MOE and cry. Do for 1yr-1.5 yrs, get tougher paper, same credit as those local uni ones.
Dont take up research attachments (Thank goodness that a certain combination of unique circumstances prevented my from doing this one). Literally saps your time away. Including your holidays. If you think you really have the time, do put in commitment and at least get a merit award at the SSEF. Another point to note, only do quality projects from the A STAR research labs, NTU ones are just looking for cheap labour. Go there do testing for the prof, and will not qualify for SSEF first round. However the carrot is you get some money at the end of it. (not sure how much, but around 150)
Join council only if you are sure you are popular and have the calibre to make it to the exco. Anything else gives you little credit, fills/saps your time, and give you insomnia and lack of sleep. Normal council member = free labour. Its a crap CCA and wadever respect/prestige bullshit the sch sells you is nothing but a fallacy. If you want to join it, please dont join for the prestige or for your CCA cert. Join it for the skills you will learn and use for a lifetime, and it will be more worthwhile.
Maintain good relationships with the guard in your school and it will reap dividends for you.
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Sunday, 3 May 2009
Hollow
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Your caring façade worked so well, all laughter and fake smiles
Hell, I’ll admit, you managed to fool even me for awhile
But now it’s not hard to see past your deceptive screen of lies
Which shields your true colours from everything save my two eyes
You carried yourself around so confident, so self-assured
As you watched everyone in the room hang on to your every word
You even took it upon yourself to save the silent and forgotten
Not out of charity but rather evil motives misbegotten
Now the one you’ve hypnotized and taken under your leathery wing
Is little more than a flesh puppet which you use to sing
High praises of yourself, but with another’s tongue
Greasing your way upwards through society’s rungs
But I’d like to warn you now, I’m not the sole person who can see
Past your mask and shallow mind, yes, there are more like me
Already, we’ve tried to sabotage and sour
Your undeserved bid for formal power
I know life is no drama, and you might not fall
Regardless of the outcomes, the Unseen Seer will watch all
Along with the many who have the foresight
And the strength to resist your charm's might
Is that why you loathe me, fear me, keep me sequestered and afar?
Because I can see past your act for what you really are
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I never work without inspiration. What does that say about the above?
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Third Time's a Charm
Scored my first try today against PJC! Not just my first try for AC, my first try.
Ever.
After 5 years in the game, on my third game for AC. Like I said, three's a charm!
Happened right after the first try in the second half. Keith caught the ball and burned his way through for 50 meters before going down a meter before the try line. Prentice got stopped half a meter before it. Someone kindly cleared the ruck before I finally plodded my way there from the halfway line.
So there the ball was, just exposed there. I ran totally on instincts I never knew I had. Grabbed ball, jumped over ruck without landing on too many people, put ball down.
I heard the referee blow a punctured sounding whistle, which could have meant various things
1. Try
2. No try
3. I need a new whistle
4. Hot damn, I'm tired...
I only got confirmation when Keith looked at me incredulously and said "Micro, did you just score?!?!". So, with the rest of the team staring at me with shock/amazement, I replied with my standard answer. "Huh?"
That was enough to keep me powered and moving at full speed until we hit 80-0.
It's a very good week. I scored for the first time *ever*, Prentice is happy again since he managed to come on in the second half just after me and score as well, Isa doesn't seem so pissed off at me since my scrum form improved.
I've picked up my class rep badge, PW teacher has OK'ed my PI ideas, and I have a B, possibly moving up to A for Physics.
Only bitch in the week so far is that I failed maths. Damn.
Ever.
After 5 years in the game, on my third game for AC. Like I said, three's a charm!
Happened right after the first try in the second half. Keith caught the ball and burned his way through for 50 meters before going down a meter before the try line. Prentice got stopped half a meter before it. Someone kindly cleared the ruck before I finally plodded my way there from the halfway line.
So there the ball was, just exposed there. I ran totally on instincts I never knew I had. Grabbed ball, jumped over ruck without landing on too many people, put ball down.
I heard the referee blow a punctured sounding whistle, which could have meant various things
1. Try
2. No try
3. I need a new whistle
4. Hot damn, I'm tired...
I only got confirmation when Keith looked at me incredulously and said "Micro, did you just score?!?!". So, with the rest of the team staring at me with shock/amazement, I replied with my standard answer. "Huh?"
That was enough to keep me powered and moving at full speed until we hit 80-0.
It's a very good week. I scored for the first time *ever*, Prentice is happy again since he managed to come on in the second half just after me and score as well, Isa doesn't seem so pissed off at me since my scrum form improved.
I've picked up my class rep badge, PW teacher has OK'ed my PI ideas, and I have a B, possibly moving up to A for Physics.
Only bitch in the week so far is that I failed maths. Damn.
Monday, 6 April 2009
"Silent Running" and "Ninja" Perks
First off, thanks for dropping by here Ollyvia, I'm glad you like the scarf! Hope you enjoy yourself in Michigan!
Yes... it appears I have someone how acquired both these Fallout 3 perks in AC, among other things... Put simply I can move into and out of many things (etc lecture theatres, classrooms, unwanted CIP events) without anyone seemingly noticing. For laughs, I've even tried breaking into the Performing Arts Centre or whatever they call it here, but no one came to make it interesting and I got bored since the only room that wasn't locked was the sound room or something, it was so dark I couldn't tell...
A regular Moist Von Lipwig I've become, it seems, I've become hard to notice all of a sudden. Of course, while this pseudo-invisibility is fun at times, it appears my Control Key is broken. That means I'm stuck in this mode till I get a new keyboard for my life. It also means that no one notices me till I do something that pisses them off. Appears to be true in many cases...
Anyway, off that depressing topic and onto...well, a potentially more depressing topic, the rugby team. While I did play during the 114-0 pwning of HCJC, I've injured Prentice pretty badly during training, and while he's trying to be nice about it, I know he's just really, really angry about it, and with me. Isa appears to be mad at me for some reason as well.
Why?
Because I don't try hard enough during training?
The immensely long time I am taking to remember basic manouvers?
Because I don't seem enthusiastic at training?
Because I'm too quiet during training?
Given the high standards here, I'm probably guilty of the first, I'm definitely guilty of the second, but I'll be very upset if it's the last two. I don't say anything at training because I simply don't feel I'm in a position to. Everyone else plays better than me, I have nothing to offer in advice skill-wise, I'm faring worse during all the fitness sessions, I don't feel I should really be encouraging if I'm at the back end, I've always felt that it's the coaches discretion when it comes to deciding who plays, so I don't request to be fielded... What can I do but keep quiet?
Quiet...I seem to have silenced myself since coming here...No one appears to hear me anyway, so why bother, I tell myself. Irony of it all is, when I went back to CJC, one of the first things my friends there noticed was that I became "more outgoing."
The irony...
CJC...It was so good to be back. To go back to where I can see a familiar face everywhere, people I can hold a conversation with, people who won't rudely disappear halfway through when I'm talking. I don't have to raise my voice to be heard there. I'm not forced to roam amongst the shadows because I feel unwanted there.
Going back there, I was really, truly at ease for the first time in a long time. I didn't have to worry if people could hear me, I could laugh without sounding fake, I could really smile without forcing myself to, I could forget I totally screwed myself up in AC and just be happy to be amongst friends would even noticed I was there.
I just wanted to cry when I went back. I've done a lot of crying since arriving here. Corryn, Hong Kong, the list goes on...
Ah what the hell, the first step to solving a problem is to admit there is a problem.
The dream is dead.
My class doesn't care about me, and I don't care about them.
The team doesn't appear to need or want me around.
I find it hard going without the recognition I had back then.
The SJI cadre here consists mostly of people I was never very close to, and everyone else seems to have assimilated easily here, I don't want to weigh them down.
I'm sick and tired of being constantly on guard not to lose my temper or break down.
I'm feeling miserable here, plain and simple.
There's just one thing that keeps me going. And I'll lose that too, if I break down and give up. Duty-bound.
Yes... it appears I have someone how acquired both these Fallout 3 perks in AC, among other things... Put simply I can move into and out of many things (etc lecture theatres, classrooms, unwanted CIP events) without anyone seemingly noticing. For laughs, I've even tried breaking into the Performing Arts Centre or whatever they call it here, but no one came to make it interesting and I got bored since the only room that wasn't locked was the sound room or something, it was so dark I couldn't tell...
A regular Moist Von Lipwig I've become, it seems, I've become hard to notice all of a sudden. Of course, while this pseudo-invisibility is fun at times, it appears my Control Key is broken. That means I'm stuck in this mode till I get a new keyboard for my life. It also means that no one notices me till I do something that pisses them off. Appears to be true in many cases...
Anyway, off that depressing topic and onto...well, a potentially more depressing topic, the rugby team. While I did play during the 114-0 pwning of HCJC, I've injured Prentice pretty badly during training, and while he's trying to be nice about it, I know he's just really, really angry about it, and with me. Isa appears to be mad at me for some reason as well.
Why?
Because I don't try hard enough during training?
The immensely long time I am taking to remember basic manouvers?
Because I don't seem enthusiastic at training?
Because I'm too quiet during training?
Given the high standards here, I'm probably guilty of the first, I'm definitely guilty of the second, but I'll be very upset if it's the last two. I don't say anything at training because I simply don't feel I'm in a position to. Everyone else plays better than me, I have nothing to offer in advice skill-wise, I'm faring worse during all the fitness sessions, I don't feel I should really be encouraging if I'm at the back end, I've always felt that it's the coaches discretion when it comes to deciding who plays, so I don't request to be fielded... What can I do but keep quiet?
Quiet...I seem to have silenced myself since coming here...No one appears to hear me anyway, so why bother, I tell myself. Irony of it all is, when I went back to CJC, one of the first things my friends there noticed was that I became "more outgoing."
The irony...
CJC...It was so good to be back. To go back to where I can see a familiar face everywhere, people I can hold a conversation with, people who won't rudely disappear halfway through when I'm talking. I don't have to raise my voice to be heard there. I'm not forced to roam amongst the shadows because I feel unwanted there.
Going back there, I was really, truly at ease for the first time in a long time. I didn't have to worry if people could hear me, I could laugh without sounding fake, I could really smile without forcing myself to, I could forget I totally screwed myself up in AC and just be happy to be amongst friends would even noticed I was there.
I just wanted to cry when I went back. I've done a lot of crying since arriving here. Corryn, Hong Kong, the list goes on...
Ah what the hell, the first step to solving a problem is to admit there is a problem.
The dream is dead.
My class doesn't care about me, and I don't care about them.
The team doesn't appear to need or want me around.
I find it hard going without the recognition I had back then.
The SJI cadre here consists mostly of people I was never very close to, and everyone else seems to have assimilated easily here, I don't want to weigh them down.
I'm sick and tired of being constantly on guard not to lose my temper or break down.
I'm feeling miserable here, plain and simple.
There's just one thing that keeps me going. And I'll lose that too, if I break down and give up. Duty-bound.
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