Chinese O-Level is over!! And I think I can pass!! And I did okay for my Mid Years!
That's a bloody rock off my mind, at last, and the school holidays have technically started, although we, surprise surprise, have to go back for remedial lessons for the whole of this week. Can't really complain though, after reading about how other schools hold their students back for the ENTIRE holidays. Poor sods.
O-Levels weren't as frightening as I thought. Just before the first paper started Mrs. Goh, our vice principal, was going around asking students to "Go out there and get that A1!" for Chinese. Me, A1 for Chinese? What are you smoking woman?
Matthew fell asleep during the first paper in the hall. I almost woke him myself before I remembered I'd be dead if they caught me at it, so I got one of the outside invigilators to wake him up. Then at recess...
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Me : Hehe, Matthew, I saved your ass up there
Matthew : Saved my ass your ass lah, I was finished!
Me : But there was almost an hour still left, I wasn't sure...
Matthew : I...was...finished...
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I'm so appreciated by those I try to help huh? In the end he forgave me and Bryant and I down to Thomson Plaza for Subway. Remembered to bring back my two cookies this time, and Matthew and I split the two week old cookie Bryant found in his bag.
Finished off my RE4 game at Bryant's house, now doing round 2. Funny to watch all the little villager Ganado die when I turn my pimped up Red9 handgun on them. To think that we struggled through that and came out with a grand total of 2 handgun rounds the first time round. Unlocked all the characters in mercs in just under one hour.
And Sam, you're right, I'll have to partially retracted my statement that UBCS suck, for Agent HUNK's Neck Breaker is made of win. But he doesn't carry a knife despite being a commando, and he's from USS, who are better than UBCS, so they are still partially noobs.
Played TimeSplitters while I was at his place too, Tuesday. And what a game it was, should have asked to play it sooner. Sergeant Cortez is is like me, only with a shaved head and a truckload of badass-ness injected into him. For some strange reason, he got to play Cortez despite being player 2, so I had to play as all the different supporting characters as he jumps from timeline to timeline, from a hippie to a right dapper British chap.
TimeSplitters doesn't have much of a storyline, which I look out for in just about any game, but with time travel, there isn't room for much of that anyway. Of course, it does make for some interesting side effects, like Cortez appearing to aid himself on many occasions, then in the later parts of the game, you have to time travel back to save yourself. Like this.
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Future Cortez : Psst, up here! (From a grating above in the ceiling)
Cortez : What the... You're me!
Future Cortez : Hehe, I knew you'd say that. Take this key. (Throws a key down)
Cortez : What's it for?
Future Cortez : You'll find out. Just don't forget to pass it on.
(Key opens a door later)
(Walking a passage)
Cortez : Hey look, a wormhole!! (Jumps through)
(Ends up above a grating where Future Cortez was, you can see Past Cortez from there)
Cortez : Psst, up here
Past Cortez : What the... You're me!
Cortez : Hehe, I knew you'd say that. Take this key (Throws down the key)
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Bryant's parents are coming back from South America, so I don't think I'll be going back any time soon. Give any of us a call if you need to man. If its me, call my home phone, I don't answer my handphone that often, but you probably knew that already.
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
Sunday, 18 May 2008
Respite Before the Tempest
The pressure from the Chinese O-Level is getting to me. Due in a week's time, there isn't much time left before it.
Am I ready for it? Probably. Will I pass for certain? No, that is the extent of my uLtRa noobness of my Chinese. Am I scared. Hell to the HELL yes!
I've always been terrible at Chinese. Mostly because I lived in Vietnam and Australia for the first 5-6 years of my life, and no one bothering to teach me the basics when I got back.(Got Thrown into a Chinese class not knowing how to even greet the teacher in Chinese at Primary 1)
While my Mid Year Chinese is somewhat promising,(It wasn't a really bad fail, just one mark off passing) and I heard a third of the level failed as well, combined with the fact that O-Levels are easier than normal school exams, I thought I'd be more confident, but I'm not.
Dammit, its so bad, I can't derive pleasure from many things, not from the fact that Untied has won the title and will probably beat Chelsea in the Champions League, and it destroys my writing mood, which isn't good given how I'm starting on something big now. Much big. Very big. Uber big. MADA OF ALL BIGS! Fine, not that big. But its big. I might get the courage to post it up here when its more complete.
All I've got now is the introduction and one chapter (Okay, half a chapter).
It'll all have to wait till my Chinese is over, provided I feel confidant enough of passing...
And a question to all, do butlers do actual household chores like sweeping and cleaning, or are they just there to provide typical British sarcasm and be prime suspects in murder plots?
Am I ready for it? Probably. Will I pass for certain? No, that is the extent of my uLtRa noobness of my Chinese. Am I scared. Hell to the HELL yes!
I've always been terrible at Chinese. Mostly because I lived in Vietnam and Australia for the first 5-6 years of my life, and no one bothering to teach me the basics when I got back.(Got Thrown into a Chinese class not knowing how to even greet the teacher in Chinese at Primary 1)
While my Mid Year Chinese is somewhat promising,(It wasn't a really bad fail, just one mark off passing) and I heard a third of the level failed as well, combined with the fact that O-Levels are easier than normal school exams, I thought I'd be more confident, but I'm not.
Dammit, its so bad, I can't derive pleasure from many things, not from the fact that Untied has won the title and will probably beat Chelsea in the Champions League, and it destroys my writing mood, which isn't good given how I'm starting on something big now. Much big. Very big. Uber big. MADA OF ALL BIGS! Fine, not that big. But its big. I might get the courage to post it up here when its more complete.
All I've got now is the introduction and one chapter (Okay, half a chapter).
It'll all have to wait till my Chinese is over, provided I feel confidant enough of passing...
And a question to all, do butlers do actual household chores like sweeping and cleaning, or are they just there to provide typical British sarcasm and be prime suspects in murder plots?
Thursday, 8 May 2008
Another End...
Forgive me if my writing is disjointed, I have a REALLY bad headache right now....
And its the end to yet another exam. Of course, the Chinese O-Level is coming up VERY shortly, but I think I'll take a break for now. My head hurts like a bitch now anyway...
Physics was pretty good, made a couple of careless mistakes, but I think I can manage an A1. I selected the "moves left option" even though I figured out it was right. Mistook atmospheric pressure for one million Pa when its supposed to be only 100000 Pa. Aside from that, sweet.
Lit, ah yes, lit. It was pretty good, selected the poem for once for the unseen prose, because for some reason, I could just connect real well with another poet for once. It just fitted in so nicely, connected so well, like a plug into a power socket. Of course, insert a plug wrong and you get electrocuted...
Of all times for a headache, why now, after the exams, when I'm a free man for a while... Probably not going for blerrie dragon boat thing Mr. Nathan gang-pressed the team into...
And its the end to yet another exam. Of course, the Chinese O-Level is coming up VERY shortly, but I think I'll take a break for now. My head hurts like a bitch now anyway...
Physics was pretty good, made a couple of careless mistakes, but I think I can manage an A1. I selected the "moves left option" even though I figured out it was right. Mistook atmospheric pressure for one million Pa when its supposed to be only 100000 Pa. Aside from that, sweet.
Lit, ah yes, lit. It was pretty good, selected the poem for once for the unseen prose, because for some reason, I could just connect real well with another poet for once. It just fitted in so nicely, connected so well, like a plug into a power socket. Of course, insert a plug wrong and you get electrocuted...
Of all times for a headache, why now, after the exams, when I'm a free man for a while... Probably not going for blerrie dragon boat thing Mr. Nathan gang-pressed the team into...
Monday, 5 May 2008
Didn't Get Everything, But Still Got A LOT!!!
Mid Year Exams have started, so far, it has been pretty good. English, I finished with enough time to re-write my summary for the sake of making it look neater, and wrote a full length poem for the bloody fun of it. I can't remember completely it was about, recall one talking about French cheese, but thats about it. Maybe it was easier than normal because I don't have to help a multitude of people *cough* Kee Hao *cough* with answering every second question, but I hope thats the case.
Social Studies Section A was kinda gay. It looked like it was set by Michael Moore. Out of the 5 sources, 3 blamed AMERICA for the 9/11 attacks.
-One blamed the incompetency of the CIA and the FBI. Gah, stupid red dot, keeps getting in my eye...
-One was a conspiracy theory by a Russian minister that it was all a set up by America to have a new enemy and threat to world peace to unite against, like Fascism in the 1940's and Communism from then till 1991.
-And one was saying its because America oppressed the Arab people, or some jazz like that. Sounded like a sympathizer.
Essay was okay at least.
Then came E Maths. If were Damien, I would have dubbed the feeling I felt at the end as sex (And smart alec from NCC Land will add Shen Shin). I discovered I think WAY better relaxed. Rushing for time, I skipped quite a few questions, thinking I'd run out of time. Realizing that 2 and a half hours stretches for quite a long while, I returned back to them, slow and at ease, and finished all questions except for one subquestion of another subquestion.
Paper drew different reactions from different people...
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Sam : There is a God!!
Me : And it is the Flying Spaghetti Monster!!
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Sam's a proud atheist by the way.
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Zhongxi : How many marks you lost already?
Me : Just 2
(Zhongxi gives me the finger)
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Mark : GGed....
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Bryant : Was like a 1988 paper, quite easy.
Me : Tung having one of his senior moments. Thinks he's setting for guys twenty years back!
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Social Studies Section A was kinda gay. It looked like it was set by Michael Moore. Out of the 5 sources, 3 blamed AMERICA for the 9/11 attacks.
-One blamed the incompetency of the CIA and the FBI. Gah, stupid red dot, keeps getting in my eye...
-One was a conspiracy theory by a Russian minister that it was all a set up by America to have a new enemy and threat to world peace to unite against, like Fascism in the 1940's and Communism from then till 1991.
-And one was saying its because America oppressed the Arab people, or some jazz like that. Sounded like a sympathizer.
Essay was okay at least.
Then came E Maths. If were Damien, I would have dubbed the feeling I felt at the end as sex (And smart alec from NCC Land will add Shen Shin). I discovered I think WAY better relaxed. Rushing for time, I skipped quite a few questions, thinking I'd run out of time. Realizing that 2 and a half hours stretches for quite a long while, I returned back to them, slow and at ease, and finished all questions except for one subquestion of another subquestion.
Paper drew different reactions from different people...
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Sam : There is a God!!
Me : And it is the Flying Spaghetti Monster!!
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Sam's a proud atheist by the way.
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Zhongxi : How many marks you lost already?
Me : Just 2
(Zhongxi gives me the finger)
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Mark : GGed....
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Bryant : Was like a 1988 paper, quite easy.
Me : Tung having one of his senior moments. Thinks he's setting for guys twenty years back!
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Thursday, 1 May 2008
An End and A Beginning
Well, Mid Years have officially started, had the Chinese papers on Monday, which actually went okay as far as Chinese is concerned. It bodes well indeed, the real deal is in a month's time...
Anyway, FINALLY got my medal for rugby yesterday. Its close to a month after our last match, but I can't really get too angry at Mr. Nathan, not after he turfed Eugene Chong out of the front row so I could get a seat there during the photo taking, since I had been with the team about 3 years longer than he had.
It kind of brought a finality of it all, that I've graduated from the team. I felt it coming off from the last game from St. Andrews, watching a match being played without any of the senior players, but it never impacted on me this hard, that its all over now. The memories of the whole time just went round and round my head. First match, first tackle (It HURT), first charge, first gaffe (I make it a point to make everyone laugh when I step on the field, ask around). It sounds like I'm getting awfully worked up about this, but unlike a LOT of people I know, I actually enjoy my CCA, and my team.
I'm not sure if I can train under another coach aside from Teo though. I might only ever had trained under him, but its easy to tell he's better than the rest of the coaches. It'll be hard to get used to a lesser coach, after taking him as the benchmark.
Will I continue rugby in JC? Certainly, if its available where I go, and I can make the team.
Thanks for the memories guys.
Sigh, after thinking through all that I feel so melancholic....
Well, there was one event yesterday that I must mention. Khai Sam had managed to convince me to stay back for Mr. Tang's extra lesson. While waiting, we got bored, and Zhongxi attempted to jump over moving OHP cart, and let it sail harmlessly under him as he balanced on top of two chairs on either side of him. Sounded like something straight out of Mythbusters.
Of course, on his third attempted, he not only came within inches of qualifying to work in the ancient Forbidden City, he also bruised himself badly, the said bruise being the size of his hand, causing him to whine and call out for his mummy all throughout Mr. Tang's extra lesson. And thats why they tell kids that not to try this or that at home!
Anyway, FINALLY got my medal for rugby yesterday. Its close to a month after our last match, but I can't really get too angry at Mr. Nathan, not after he turfed Eugene Chong out of the front row so I could get a seat there during the photo taking, since I had been with the team about 3 years longer than he had.
It kind of brought a finality of it all, that I've graduated from the team. I felt it coming off from the last game from St. Andrews, watching a match being played without any of the senior players, but it never impacted on me this hard, that its all over now. The memories of the whole time just went round and round my head. First match, first tackle (It HURT), first charge, first gaffe (I make it a point to make everyone laugh when I step on the field, ask around). It sounds like I'm getting awfully worked up about this, but unlike a LOT of people I know, I actually enjoy my CCA, and my team.
I'm not sure if I can train under another coach aside from Teo though. I might only ever had trained under him, but its easy to tell he's better than the rest of the coaches. It'll be hard to get used to a lesser coach, after taking him as the benchmark.
Will I continue rugby in JC? Certainly, if its available where I go, and I can make the team.
Thanks for the memories guys.
Sigh, after thinking through all that I feel so melancholic....
Well, there was one event yesterday that I must mention. Khai Sam had managed to convince me to stay back for Mr. Tang's extra lesson. While waiting, we got bored, and Zhongxi attempted to jump over moving OHP cart, and let it sail harmlessly under him as he balanced on top of two chairs on either side of him. Sounded like something straight out of Mythbusters.
Of course, on his third attempted, he not only came within inches of qualifying to work in the ancient Forbidden City, he also bruised himself badly, the said bruise being the size of his hand, causing him to whine and call out for his mummy all throughout Mr. Tang's extra lesson. And thats why they tell kids that not to try this or that at home!
Monday, 28 April 2008
On Your Marks, Get Set, LAN!!!
Friday was Sports Day, and I stayed up till four in the morning doing random things in anticipation, planning to sleep my way through it. Which I did rather unsuccessfully, given all the noise that was around me. Only parts of the day I clearly remember was Bernard Teo practically walking in the Old Boy's 100 meter race while waving to the crowd, Bryant winning something somewhere, and thinking that if Brandon Yang was an American like they said so over the PA system, then I was a Vietnamese. Or perhaps an Australian.
Anyway, after hazing my way through that affair, I had 3 choices, either follow Bryant with Jin and Daryl for lunch, follow Khai Sam and company for lunch, or go home like a good little boy like Sam had.
Decided on following Khai Sam and Co., since Daryl wanted to go to Orchard for something, and I simply didn't feel like traveling too much after going on barely two hours of sleep. We rounded up the two Chrises and Sam Chou to follow us, Khai Sam apparently bent on bringing us to some food court he thought was good. It involved much walking from the stadium in Toa Payoh, and swore to knock him silly if it turned out to be some Acorn Heaven for squirrels like him.
Turned out to be the food court UPSTAIRS at HDB Hub. At which point I realized I didn't have enough material cash in hand, so I went to Mac's on my own, and chanced upon Dillon there, Sam's protege in the arts of many rather unspeakable practices. When I went back up to Sam Chou, he had got it into his head that now was a very good time to go LANning, but we had a odd number of people. Remembering Dillon, I rushed back down to invite him with us.
Upon which, his other friends also decided to come, and Chou at the same time had managed to attract the attention of another 2 of his NPCC mates to come along while we were at Mac's. I had created a great LAN Waaagh! of close to 15 people. Unknowingly. Do I get Gamer Score for this? Like doing all of Binomial 1 on ONE piece of foolscap?
Unfortunately, our merry Waaagh! was to be disappointed, the nearby LAN center being closed. Sam Chou saved the day with his ever reliable mental map of every LAN center within a 15km radius of the school, led us to Paradiz near Dhoby Ghout, where I convinced them to play CoD4, but with Khai Sam and Chris Ng left early.
In an effort to find more people to play with us, Dillon resorted to asking the CHIJ girls who walked by whether they wanted to play LAN with us. Whether or not he was joking, I don't know. He is Sam's protege after all. Journey there was quite eventful thats to him.
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Me : Dillon, you're never going to find a chick who's hot AND likes LANning. Girls like Lilah aren't real remember?
Dillon : Aww...
Me : Unless you create your own hot chicks who like LAN...
Dillon : HOW!!
Me : Well, we need to find a hot guy, a hot chick, get them to procreate, have a hot daughter, get them to teach her how to love LAN, and viola! A LAN loving hot chick.
Dillon : Well, I am hot, so that girl would have to be female version of me...
Me : You would be hailed as a patriarch who started a lineage of hot, LAN loving chicks. Generations of gaming males will salute you for your contribution to mankind!
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He also wishes to pioneer the Human-Animal Genome project on his own. Best not to go into details about that.
Chris Chui is a guy who trawls LAN centers at least once or twice a week, but didn't have any idea how to play CoD4. Refer to my earlier post on how Singapore's LAN scene is so undiversified. Sam Chou opted to teach him since he played the single player game, but given how they both played later on, it was like one monkey teaching another how to build a rocket. Out of leftover turkey, chewing gum and plywood planks.
I continued my partnership with the Heavy Gunner class, since I need a big gun with a large ammo capacity to make up for my terrible aim. Shen Shin complains I only got more kills than Dillon the last time because of the sheer volume of rounds flying out of my RPD. To which I reply, getcha own big shoota! I may use up 39 out of the 40 round mag to fire bullet angels around my target, but round 40 always is a headshot!
The habitual CS players never knew what hit them. Judging from their kill cams when they finally did manage to kill me, they hadn't even zoomed in with their sights half the time. I got two triple kills that day, the first one being rather unexpected, and very well timed.
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(My junior Tim Zhang walks in)
Zhang : Hey Micro, are you good at this game?
Me : Wah..??
(Sam Chou, Chris and one of Dillon's friends get mown down by RPD fire)
Me : Well, I did just get a triple kill without looking, you think?
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Learned the art of building camping as well. Sam Chou managed to knife me in the back once when I did that, but the second time, well, he kinda forgot I put a UAV in the air. *Scratches 4th marking on the wall*
Of course, there's always a bigger fish on the food chain, and Dillon was the apex predator in this one. I was having some much fun long ranging with the RPD that I didn't notice him sneak under the balcony I was camping on, and took me out with a quick burst from an assault rifle, my final moments shown to me on the kill cam. This happened more times than I can count, and I assure you, I can count pretty far.
Oh, I must go on raining praises on the RPD. How many ears have I collected through whoring you like an asshole? And with the laser sight upgrade, I actually gain some semblance of accuracy. Combined with the Juggernaunt and Deeper Penetration (Bow Chicka Wow Wow!) perk, added with the laser sight and my slightly gung ho tactic in charging ahead guns ablazing, all I have to do now to complete the set is find a chain axe and holler "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!" when I charge.
My second triple kill came on our last map, Ambush. Chris, Sam Chou and one of Dillon's friends came at me. Ordinarily, I would have killed one or two guys and died, but with the laser sight, no more OpFor resistance fighters.
I was playing Metroid Hunters on the bus when Bryant happened to board. What are the odds?
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Bryant : So you did you do?
Me : I opened the eyes of two CS bottom feeders. They now see the light.
Bryant : LANning I see...
Me : You?
Bryant : Had two lunches, walked about Hiren with Daryl looking for a bag, couldn't find it, he bought a speaker for his iPod instead.
Me : So you guys looked for something you never found, bought something you guys never intended to buy, and had two lunches.
Bryant : Yeah.
Me : You should have come with us.
Bryant : No shit....
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I love Sports Day!
What about everyone else?
Hours Mugging : 15
Anyway, after hazing my way through that affair, I had 3 choices, either follow Bryant with Jin and Daryl for lunch, follow Khai Sam and company for lunch, or go home like a good little boy like Sam had.
Decided on following Khai Sam and Co., since Daryl wanted to go to Orchard for something, and I simply didn't feel like traveling too much after going on barely two hours of sleep. We rounded up the two Chrises and Sam Chou to follow us, Khai Sam apparently bent on bringing us to some food court he thought was good. It involved much walking from the stadium in Toa Payoh, and swore to knock him silly if it turned out to be some Acorn Heaven for squirrels like him.
Turned out to be the food court UPSTAIRS at HDB Hub. At which point I realized I didn't have enough material cash in hand, so I went to Mac's on my own, and chanced upon Dillon there, Sam's protege in the arts of many rather unspeakable practices. When I went back up to Sam Chou, he had got it into his head that now was a very good time to go LANning, but we had a odd number of people. Remembering Dillon, I rushed back down to invite him with us.
Upon which, his other friends also decided to come, and Chou at the same time had managed to attract the attention of another 2 of his NPCC mates to come along while we were at Mac's. I had created a great LAN Waaagh! of close to 15 people. Unknowingly. Do I get Gamer Score for this? Like doing all of Binomial 1 on ONE piece of foolscap?
Unfortunately, our merry Waaagh! was to be disappointed, the nearby LAN center being closed. Sam Chou saved the day with his ever reliable mental map of every LAN center within a 15km radius of the school, led us to Paradiz near Dhoby Ghout, where I convinced them to play CoD4, but with Khai Sam and Chris Ng left early.
In an effort to find more people to play with us, Dillon resorted to asking the CHIJ girls who walked by whether they wanted to play LAN with us. Whether or not he was joking, I don't know. He is Sam's protege after all. Journey there was quite eventful thats to him.
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Me : Dillon, you're never going to find a chick who's hot AND likes LANning. Girls like Lilah aren't real remember?
Dillon : Aww...
Me : Unless you create your own hot chicks who like LAN...
Dillon : HOW!!
Me : Well, we need to find a hot guy, a hot chick, get them to procreate, have a hot daughter, get them to teach her how to love LAN, and viola! A LAN loving hot chick.
Dillon : Well, I am hot, so that girl would have to be female version of me...
Me : You would be hailed as a patriarch who started a lineage of hot, LAN loving chicks. Generations of gaming males will salute you for your contribution to mankind!
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He also wishes to pioneer the Human-Animal Genome project on his own. Best not to go into details about that.
Chris Chui is a guy who trawls LAN centers at least once or twice a week, but didn't have any idea how to play CoD4. Refer to my earlier post on how Singapore's LAN scene is so undiversified. Sam Chou opted to teach him since he played the single player game, but given how they both played later on, it was like one monkey teaching another how to build a rocket. Out of leftover turkey, chewing gum and plywood planks.
I continued my partnership with the Heavy Gunner class, since I need a big gun with a large ammo capacity to make up for my terrible aim. Shen Shin complains I only got more kills than Dillon the last time because of the sheer volume of rounds flying out of my RPD. To which I reply, getcha own big shoota! I may use up 39 out of the 40 round mag to fire bullet angels around my target, but round 40 always is a headshot!
The habitual CS players never knew what hit them. Judging from their kill cams when they finally did manage to kill me, they hadn't even zoomed in with their sights half the time. I got two triple kills that day, the first one being rather unexpected, and very well timed.
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(My junior Tim Zhang walks in)
Zhang : Hey Micro, are you good at this game?
Me : Wah..??
(Sam Chou, Chris and one of Dillon's friends get mown down by RPD fire)
Me : Well, I did just get a triple kill without looking, you think?
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Learned the art of building camping as well. Sam Chou managed to knife me in the back once when I did that, but the second time, well, he kinda forgot I put a UAV in the air. *Scratches 4th marking on the wall*
Of course, there's always a bigger fish on the food chain, and Dillon was the apex predator in this one. I was having some much fun long ranging with the RPD that I didn't notice him sneak under the balcony I was camping on, and took me out with a quick burst from an assault rifle, my final moments shown to me on the kill cam. This happened more times than I can count, and I assure you, I can count pretty far.
Oh, I must go on raining praises on the RPD. How many ears have I collected through whoring you like an asshole? And with the laser sight upgrade, I actually gain some semblance of accuracy. Combined with the Juggernaunt and Deeper Penetration (Bow Chicka Wow Wow!) perk, added with the laser sight and my slightly gung ho tactic in charging ahead guns ablazing, all I have to do now to complete the set is find a chain axe and holler "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!" when I charge.
My second triple kill came on our last map, Ambush. Chris, Sam Chou and one of Dillon's friends came at me. Ordinarily, I would have killed one or two guys and died, but with the laser sight, no more OpFor resistance fighters.
I was playing Metroid Hunters on the bus when Bryant happened to board. What are the odds?
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Bryant : So you did you do?
Me : I opened the eyes of two CS bottom feeders. They now see the light.
Bryant : LANning I see...
Me : You?
Bryant : Had two lunches, walked about Hiren with Daryl looking for a bag, couldn't find it, he bought a speaker for his iPod instead.
Me : So you guys looked for something you never found, bought something you guys never intended to buy, and had two lunches.
Bryant : Yeah.
Me : You should have come with us.
Bryant : No shit....
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I love Sports Day!
What about everyone else?
Hours Mugging : 15
Thursday, 24 April 2008
Literature Festival = Zzzzzz
I didn't exactly enjoy it. They made me wake up early on a Saturday, the fiends... Anyway, my parents sent Bryant and I over to St Nicks after breakfast. Luckily everyone had from our school had decided to stand right at the entrance, so we didn't have to look around for them.
And thats about all I remember!! Why?? Because I wasn't lucid for most of it.
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Bryant : Why does everyone shut up when I turn the camera on???
Jem : Okay, HI! Boner!
Me : You mah hoe!
Bryant : Astounding maturity.
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Well, Bryant's video kinda jolted the memories. And thats what me and Jem pretty much did, after Sam left for a "dental" appointment.
Wait, its all coming back to me now....
We were eventually ushered into a lecture theater much like the one at CHIJ KC (Wonder if they all hired the same architect?) where we waited for close to half an hour for the speaker to actually arrive. We got an introduction to lit by a teacher who obviously did not take lit, before the speaker finally arrived. Can't remember her name, but she had the same surname as Ruizhi.
Anyway, me, Ken, Jem, Arun, Bryant and Sam(At first) were reduced to playing Ghost to stave off the encroaching boredom. Sam left around this time for his "dental" appointment, and after Ghost round 9834, me and Ken even discussed RuneScape openly. Normally, players have to keep this a secret since we are persecuted by SOME people for playing it (UBCS suck!!), and practice it like the Freemason religion.
During the break, we did walk around the place, remarking why the hell they had 3 pianos and a PMS room. Luke tried to prank call from their payphone.
Then came the presentations from all the other schools. Apparently, I failed to make known earlier that there were quite a few.
Well, they weren't all bad. Wait, the Gan Eng Seng one was a bit on the ePiC FaIl side. They came in their blazers and all, but their presentation was only as good as the one my group cobbled together in an hour to prevent BAng from toasting our butts over a fire. And one of them pronounced Atticus as "Ah-tticus". They counted Tom Robinson as a minor character for some reason, and said his trial was the climax in To Kill A Mockingbird.
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In Lit class
Me : Mrs Ang, doesn't this book climax multiple times??
Mrs Ang : Yah, like a woman right?
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And I thought only Ms Lee did that kind of thing...
Amos's group did a pretty okay job, I actually paid conscious attention to them, which is more than I can really say for some of the other groups.
Chris Gonzali and Liwei's presentation really took the cake though. They opened up with music video. Their theme was on domination in Midsummers Night Dream. The whole thing screamed !EMO!, and maybe they shouldn't have delved so deeply into the masochism bit, but they were easily the best group there. Attention grabbing, if a bit too provocative, and definitely having a good stance, it was made of win.
Went for lunch after that at AMK hub, using my Subway sense to guide our merry band of Kevin, Bryant, Joshua, Jem and I to the Subway there. Of course....
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Kevin : Its full...
Me : Apparently...
Kevin : Maybe we can trade. I know, we'll trade anyone who gives up their table Cheng Heng!
Jem : Yeah, ultimate vacuum cleaner! Of course, you'll have to program him to make sure he doesn't regard your dog or your kids as trash/food.
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In the end, we did find a table through the crowd, and I moved toward it as politely as I could, before throwing my bag on the empty seat and annexing the table into the Empire of Slumnia.
After lunch and watching Joshua being prodded and tickled mercilessly by Kevin, I scouted out the games shop in AMK Hub with Jem and Bryant. Discovered Metroid Prime : Hunters going at only $35 down there. Its second hand, but I vowed to rescue it from its ungainly position on the bargain shelf. Got it on Monday. Sisters of Battle were cloned from Samus. She is that 1337.
And thats about all I remember!! Why?? Because I wasn't lucid for most of it.
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Bryant : Why does everyone shut up when I turn the camera on???
Jem : Okay, HI! Boner!
Me : You mah hoe!
Bryant : Astounding maturity.
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Well, Bryant's video kinda jolted the memories. And thats what me and Jem pretty much did, after Sam left for a "dental" appointment.
Wait, its all coming back to me now....
We were eventually ushered into a lecture theater much like the one at CHIJ KC (Wonder if they all hired the same architect?) where we waited for close to half an hour for the speaker to actually arrive. We got an introduction to lit by a teacher who obviously did not take lit, before the speaker finally arrived. Can't remember her name, but she had the same surname as Ruizhi.
Anyway, me, Ken, Jem, Arun, Bryant and Sam(At first) were reduced to playing Ghost to stave off the encroaching boredom. Sam left around this time for his "dental" appointment, and after Ghost round 9834, me and Ken even discussed RuneScape openly. Normally, players have to keep this a secret since we are persecuted by SOME people for playing it (UBCS suck!!), and practice it like the Freemason religion.
During the break, we did walk around the place, remarking why the hell they had 3 pianos and a PMS room. Luke tried to prank call from their payphone.
Then came the presentations from all the other schools. Apparently, I failed to make known earlier that there were quite a few.
Well, they weren't all bad. Wait, the Gan Eng Seng one was a bit on the ePiC FaIl side. They came in their blazers and all, but their presentation was only as good as the one my group cobbled together in an hour to prevent BAng from toasting our butts over a fire. And one of them pronounced Atticus as "Ah-tticus". They counted Tom Robinson as a minor character for some reason, and said his trial was the climax in To Kill A Mockingbird.
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In Lit class
Me : Mrs Ang, doesn't this book climax multiple times??
Mrs Ang : Yah, like a woman right?
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And I thought only Ms Lee did that kind of thing...
Amos's group did a pretty okay job, I actually paid conscious attention to them, which is more than I can really say for some of the other groups.
Chris Gonzali and Liwei's presentation really took the cake though. They opened up with music video. Their theme was on domination in Midsummers Night Dream. The whole thing screamed !EMO!, and maybe they shouldn't have delved so deeply into the masochism bit, but they were easily the best group there. Attention grabbing, if a bit too provocative, and definitely having a good stance, it was made of win.
Went for lunch after that at AMK hub, using my Subway sense to guide our merry band of Kevin, Bryant, Joshua, Jem and I to the Subway there. Of course....
----------
Kevin : Its full...
Me : Apparently...
Kevin : Maybe we can trade. I know, we'll trade anyone who gives up their table Cheng Heng!
Jem : Yeah, ultimate vacuum cleaner! Of course, you'll have to program him to make sure he doesn't regard your dog or your kids as trash/food.
----------
In the end, we did find a table through the crowd, and I moved toward it as politely as I could, before throwing my bag on the empty seat and annexing the table into the Empire of Slumnia.
After lunch and watching Joshua being prodded and tickled mercilessly by Kevin, I scouted out the games shop in AMK Hub with Jem and Bryant. Discovered Metroid Prime : Hunters going at only $35 down there. Its second hand, but I vowed to rescue it from its ungainly position on the bargain shelf. Got it on Monday. Sisters of Battle were cloned from Samus. She is that 1337.
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