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Gerald : HAPPY B'DAY MICROO/CHENG HENG! May the skies rain mayo^^
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Gerald, I'll remember that line for many birthdays to come!
Happy birthday to me lulz!
Wait, no. "Happy birthday to me" must be one of the loneliest-sounding phrases around, given how it's only said by people who are absolutely alone on their own very special day of the year.
Which quite thankfully, I'm not.
The so-called AC tradition of being rolled around in a dustbin on your birthday seems to have over-looked with thankfully. Being found only when you want to has it's uses sometimes 8 )
Speaking of which, we've just been sorted out into our actual classes. Now, I have switched from Corryn to 1SB2. What I don't get is them making us have orientation with one group of people, then proceed to swap us to a totally new bunch of people we are completely unfamiliar with, thereby neutralizing the point of having gone through all that bonding.
Ah well, the Lord works in strange ways. Pity though, I was just starting to warm up to everyone in Corryn. No one going with me since they either don't take H2 Physics, or didn't get the same score as me...
On the bright side, they did at least post me together with Nick Lam, so I had at least one familiar face in the crowd. It certainly made up somewhat for what happened next.
The teacher in charge...well...how do I put this nicely........
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ERROR 144 : Aformentioned action is not possible
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Ah nuts, never mind, you get the idea.
Still, the last thing I felt was a major problem in this school conveniently solved itself, so maybe if I sit back and do nothing, it'll eventually fix itself.'
Fortunately, the other people in the class seem to be okay people. Thank the heavens they got rid (I think) of the old system where the better your O-Level score, the lower your class number, so I'm not stuck with a influx of scholars/workaholic China studenets/nerds. It's great being a Medic in TF2, but it's NOT funny if the entire team consists of Medics. Even I have a limit of how much over-enthusiasm concerning homework, and I live with myself, so that just means the leeway is not exactly large...
Meh, what am I saying, all the ASEAN scholars I've met in SJI are friendly guys, and I enjoy the tag of nerd, but like I said, Medic is fun to play, but whole team Medic = GGed with no remake.
With 13 minutes till 18th of Feburary is over, I've been contemplating what being 17 entails. Doesn't unlock the next level movie ratings. Doesn't allow me to drive yet. Doesn't allow me to buy alcohol or get into clubs, not that I'd try because I'm too damn lazy/lifeless.
In short, just me getting older. Uh-oh... Staying at this age is fine with me personally. Most people my age just can't wait to hit 18/21. I can't understand why, except perhaps for the driving bit, and it's not that hard to drive anyway.
Hehe, look at me, already thinking about how to stay young at 17. Can't imagine what'll happen if I hit 30. Or whether I will hit 30, if I decide to continue my titration habits here.
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Friday, 13 February 2009
101th Post
Wow, looking back at post 100, that was a pretty emo post. What a way to mark the century post, though I never, ever delete posts. Just a policy thing.
Right, I guess it's time for the explanation for the previous post.
Ahem. The previous incident has been resolved on all sides, and has been considered to be settled by all parties with no further comment.
Typical politician's answer, if I might say so myself.
Well, Week 2 has come to a close, and Destiny has kindly allowed any remaining problems I have remaining to be deflected by mein apathy shield!
Okay fine, not really, the lack of time is a bitch. Okay, not really the lack of it. Because I've been so enthusiastic in signing up early with the rugby team, I get back at around 10 most days. I haven't even had time to use Frank properly yet!
Oh yes, Frank. That'll be the computer I built. After Frankenstein. My nerd side cries in agony. Frank has been sitting under my desk for a week now, and I've done little with it save checking my email.
Like having the ability to telekinetically lift cars and tear them in half, but all I've done so far is open cans with it... The horror of it all, I can't imagine what'll happen when the homework starts coming in...
Time seems to turn up at all the wrong spots, in all the wrong quantities in AC. I will pack 4 lectures consecutively, and suddenly, I'm home free at 1130. Good huh? So what happens if I have to stay back until 5 for training?
A grand total of 6 hours. Weet, what do I with it? Okay fine, most hardworking people would point at that and say
"IDIOT! Homework goes HERE!"
Which is true really. And I honestly tried that. I got to page 17 in my H2 Chem notes (Lecture is still at 7...), something of the like with H2 Maths, tried to understand why the hell it's so hard to just to tell people "Money is exchanged for goods and services, and using 1 trillion dollars to give every American 600 Subway Subs, and iPod and a pair of Ginsu knives is just dumb," and why they've got to do it in about 3000+ words.
And guess what? It was still one-thirty, and all I succeeded in was looking like a closet mugger who's come into the open. Okay, it gave me the chance to pay attention more in Chem...wait no...less busy...not really...Damn, what benefit has it brought me?
Let's see...I spent enough time staring at the back of Rachel's head to realize she dyed streaks into it, had it curled at the ends at one point, doesn't really bother with neatness, and has birthmark at base of neck?
Too many details, I know, and don't worry Rachel, not stalking you!
Okay, that goes into the "Nolelele NO!" catergory. It'll be useful later on I'm sure, but we live in the present, and it needs fixing.
Not enough to go back home, too much to pass quickly, too much to fill completely with homework (At least for now).
-Gym? Possibly for the last hour or two before training starts, which leaves me with 4 hours.
-Library? Sorry, Oldham Library still feels like a step down from SJI's Beurel....Especially content-wise...
-Eat? You're kidding right? I'm 85kg right now, bad idea...
-Sleep? Where? Yet to find a good place to crash out. Bad idea anyway.
- Stare into the air and contemplate the meaning of life? Hmm, interesting, except for the fact that I know the meaning of life already. It's 42. Everyone knows that.
-Use sugar that Mivio gave me with the matches she gave Caleb to make caramel? Caramel good... But caramel is one-use-only. Dammit!
That's it, I'm out of ideas. Time has lost it's ability to come WHEN NEEDED in the right amounts for me, and it's coming up at all the wrong times, causing me to trip over it.
Sort of like me now in rugby. Rusty as hell now, dropping passes like nuts, the new guy telling me to be more aggresive and...
WAIT! Bad Cheng Heng! Enough problems for the week! ONE AT ZE TIME! NO MORE FOR TONIGHT!
Right, I guess it's time for the explanation for the previous post.
Ahem. The previous incident has been resolved on all sides, and has been considered to be settled by all parties with no further comment.
Typical politician's answer, if I might say so myself.
Well, Week 2 has come to a close, and Destiny has kindly allowed any remaining problems I have remaining to be deflected by mein apathy shield!
Okay fine, not really, the lack of time is a bitch. Okay, not really the lack of it. Because I've been so enthusiastic in signing up early with the rugby team, I get back at around 10 most days. I haven't even had time to use Frank properly yet!
Oh yes, Frank. That'll be the computer I built. After Frankenstein. My nerd side cries in agony. Frank has been sitting under my desk for a week now, and I've done little with it save checking my email.
Like having the ability to telekinetically lift cars and tear them in half, but all I've done so far is open cans with it... The horror of it all, I can't imagine what'll happen when the homework starts coming in...
Time seems to turn up at all the wrong spots, in all the wrong quantities in AC. I will pack 4 lectures consecutively, and suddenly, I'm home free at 1130. Good huh? So what happens if I have to stay back until 5 for training?
A grand total of 6 hours. Weet, what do I with it? Okay fine, most hardworking people would point at that and say
"IDIOT! Homework goes HERE!"
Which is true really. And I honestly tried that. I got to page 17 in my H2 Chem notes (Lecture is still at 7...), something of the like with H2 Maths, tried to understand why the hell it's so hard to just to tell people "Money is exchanged for goods and services, and using 1 trillion dollars to give every American 600 Subway Subs, and iPod and a pair of Ginsu knives is just dumb," and why they've got to do it in about 3000+ words.
And guess what? It was still one-thirty, and all I succeeded in was looking like a closet mugger who's come into the open. Okay, it gave me the chance to pay attention more in Chem...wait no...less busy...not really...Damn, what benefit has it brought me?
Let's see...I spent enough time staring at the back of Rachel's head to realize she dyed streaks into it, had it curled at the ends at one point, doesn't really bother with neatness, and has birthmark at base of neck?
Too many details, I know, and don't worry Rachel, not stalking you!
Okay, that goes into the "Nolelele NO!" catergory. It'll be useful later on I'm sure, but we live in the present, and it needs fixing.
Not enough to go back home, too much to pass quickly, too much to fill completely with homework (At least for now).
-Gym? Possibly for the last hour or two before training starts, which leaves me with 4 hours.
-Library? Sorry, Oldham Library still feels like a step down from SJI's Beurel....Especially content-wise...
-Eat? You're kidding right? I'm 85kg right now, bad idea...
-Sleep? Where? Yet to find a good place to crash out. Bad idea anyway.
- Stare into the air and contemplate the meaning of life? Hmm, interesting, except for the fact that I know the meaning of life already. It's 42. Everyone knows that.
-Use sugar that Mivio gave me with the matches she gave Caleb to make caramel? Caramel good... But caramel is one-use-only. Dammit!
That's it, I'm out of ideas. Time has lost it's ability to come WHEN NEEDED in the right amounts for me, and it's coming up at all the wrong times, causing me to trip over it.
Sort of like me now in rugby. Rusty as hell now, dropping passes like nuts, the new guy telling me to be more aggresive and...
WAIT! Bad Cheng Heng! Enough problems for the week! ONE AT ZE TIME! NO MORE FOR TONIGHT!
Sunday, 8 February 2009
One Long Haze Of Sadness
I'll be honest, I'm not entirely at ease here in ACJC. For starters, I don't feel at accepted into my OG, plain and simple. I can say something, and not be heard, or be interrupted mid-way by someone else. Is it my fault? Possibly, probably... You start to realize something is wrong when the girl who arrived in just yesterday fits in better than you do.
I was actually writing a song about the OG. I scrapped it. No one seemed to like it. I know what an "Okay..." or a "Right..." in a certain tone means.
It's like the picture's been taken, and I didn't happened to be in it. Bryant says it'll all fall into place. It has, just that I'm not there either. I could vanish mid-way through something, and they wouldn't notice.
I could pass out somewhere and collapse, and half of the OG wouldn't notice.
And guess what? They didn't. I did pass out. In the middle of the campfire in the hall. One more migraine attack, another to add to my list.
Aside from David, and the other guy who pulled me up and dragged me out of the hall to find help. Couldn't see the other guy through my daze, so I'm sorry if can't give you due credit.
I told them that the flashing lights in the dark and the noise triggered it, which was partially true. My attacks get triggered by a few other reasons, when I'm extremely upset/angry for one.
This is what happened. Marshall, our resident joker, had been dragged onto stage by yours truly after much egging on from everyone else, where we promptly made jackasses of ourselves. Then came something that I felt I really could strut with : Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Right up my alley. I watched the show of the same name so many times, Scenes From a Hat so many times. So I grab Marshall and tell him "Let's go and redeem ourselves mate!".
At that point, Serene tells me to sit down. Then the pause before her next sentence. I always recognize that pause. It's the one you take when you think about how to tell a person to just plain get lost in the nicest way possible without sounding really nasty.
"Sit down, give someone else a chance," she said. Fair enough. In the same breath she joins the rest in encouraging Marshall to get back onto the stage.
At that point, I just had it.
All the times I've been told "Could you move please, I want to stand next to *insert name here*".
All the times I was ignored or cut off mid-sentence.
All the times I got passed over in the games.
All the times I had to shunt my way to the back, because I made a conversational dead-zone with my mere presence.
Helped along by all the damned cheering and lights, my head and eye caught fire and exploded. Someone said "Is he crying?" after awhile. I might have been, for a short time. Then David and someone else hauled me out to get help.
I remember being put into a chair and a kind teacher looking after me and calling my mum, praying for me in between. And I didn't even catch his name. The rest was a haze of pain until about 930, according to the teacher.
The last painful slap? I missed the dances. I missed the dances. The one part of the whole thing I could honestly say I enjoyed and looked forward to.
Oh, I tried to get back in. I even told the teacher I was okay enough to go back in. I didn't dare to push it too far, in case he thought I was faking it. He eventually let me go back into the hall to watch. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone back in, because all I achieved was getting my head throbbing again, and seeing what I was missing.
Serena and Arthas (My OGL's) turned up after a while, along with Rachel and someone who possibly looked like Priscilla to help locate my bag so I could leave. Once they did, I staggered out with the teacher supported by two other OGL's who I also didn't catch the names of, and into my mum's car.
I know it's only a week. I know some things take time to happen. I'm just upset because these things happened, sans one Cheng Heng, a name some of them can't remember even now.
Serena, Arthas, Amanda, I know you three tried. That's one thing I'll give this school credit for, people will truly put their hearts and souls into everything they try.
I'm sorry if I feel like this, if I sound unappreciative, I know I must. I know, odds are it's my fault in some way, but really, all I can do is sigh wistfully when I look back at what happened.
I was actually writing a song about the OG. I scrapped it. No one seemed to like it. I know what an "Okay..." or a "Right..." in a certain tone means.
It's like the picture's been taken, and I didn't happened to be in it. Bryant says it'll all fall into place. It has, just that I'm not there either. I could vanish mid-way through something, and they wouldn't notice.
I could pass out somewhere and collapse, and half of the OG wouldn't notice.
And guess what? They didn't. I did pass out. In the middle of the campfire in the hall. One more migraine attack, another to add to my list.
Aside from David, and the other guy who pulled me up and dragged me out of the hall to find help. Couldn't see the other guy through my daze, so I'm sorry if can't give you due credit.
I told them that the flashing lights in the dark and the noise triggered it, which was partially true. My attacks get triggered by a few other reasons, when I'm extremely upset/angry for one.
This is what happened. Marshall, our resident joker, had been dragged onto stage by yours truly after much egging on from everyone else, where we promptly made jackasses of ourselves. Then came something that I felt I really could strut with : Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Right up my alley. I watched the show of the same name so many times, Scenes From a Hat so many times. So I grab Marshall and tell him "Let's go and redeem ourselves mate!".
At that point, Serene tells me to sit down. Then the pause before her next sentence. I always recognize that pause. It's the one you take when you think about how to tell a person to just plain get lost in the nicest way possible without sounding really nasty.
"Sit down, give someone else a chance," she said. Fair enough. In the same breath she joins the rest in encouraging Marshall to get back onto the stage.
At that point, I just had it.
All the times I've been told "Could you move please, I want to stand next to *insert name here*".
All the times I was ignored or cut off mid-sentence.
All the times I got passed over in the games.
All the times I had to shunt my way to the back, because I made a conversational dead-zone with my mere presence.
Helped along by all the damned cheering and lights, my head and eye caught fire and exploded. Someone said "Is he crying?" after awhile. I might have been, for a short time. Then David and someone else hauled me out to get help.
I remember being put into a chair and a kind teacher looking after me and calling my mum, praying for me in between. And I didn't even catch his name. The rest was a haze of pain until about 930, according to the teacher.
The last painful slap? I missed the dances. I missed the dances. The one part of the whole thing I could honestly say I enjoyed and looked forward to.
Oh, I tried to get back in. I even told the teacher I was okay enough to go back in. I didn't dare to push it too far, in case he thought I was faking it. He eventually let me go back into the hall to watch. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone back in, because all I achieved was getting my head throbbing again, and seeing what I was missing.
Serena and Arthas (My OGL's) turned up after a while, along with Rachel and someone who possibly looked like Priscilla to help locate my bag so I could leave. Once they did, I staggered out with the teacher supported by two other OGL's who I also didn't catch the names of, and into my mum's car.
I know it's only a week. I know some things take time to happen. I'm just upset because these things happened, sans one Cheng Heng, a name some of them can't remember even now.
Serena, Arthas, Amanda, I know you three tried. That's one thing I'll give this school credit for, people will truly put their hearts and souls into everything they try.
I'm sorry if I feel like this, if I sound unappreciative, I know I must. I know, odds are it's my fault in some way, but really, all I can do is sigh wistfully when I look back at what happened.
Thursday, 29 January 2009
IT LIVES!! IT LIV- Ouch, Son of A...
HE LIVES!! HE LIVES!! *Maniacal cackle* What? Creation, what are you doin- OUCH! Bad creation! You do not zap Dr Frankenstein with your remaining static char- OUCH! Finally succeeded in convincing my parents I was putting together a computer out of nothing but spare parts. Started on last Wednesday, actually *technically* finished the assembly on Thursday afternoon, it actually booted up much to my relief. Then the problems hit. First thing I noticed was that there was an apparent leak somewhere in the power supply, because I kept getting an electric shock from the casing... In Tim's book of the 5 common stages that need to be troubleshooted after assembly, I hit 4 of them.
In face of an OS that refused to install, a belligerent proto-computer that insisted on trying to kill it's creator via electrocution, and a fast approaching Chinese New Year, I surrendered and turned it in to the experts at Sim Lim who I assumed would magically fix it with their superior knowledge of the machine spirit I had somehow pissed off.
And more problems turned up. My motherboard had somehow burned itself out, and I would have to wait until next Friday (tomorrow) to see if they could fix it.
Damn. I thought I had raised ein Ubercomputer, able to match Bryant's own (RAMwise anyway), able to let me play TF2 without slowing down when three Medics activate their Ubers at the same time and three sentries fire at their patients, or play COD4 and shrug off the idiots who think its funny to toss 3 smoke grenades at the same time to force others to lag.
Instead, it seems I've failed miserably at playing computer technician. Oh well, I guess I'll know tomorrow if it can be saved.
At the same time, I'll know for certain tomorrow if I'll be in ACJC. You never know what happens in the postings, you hear all these stories...
Its strange thought, heading to the ACS family, after 4 years of being taught to jump on cars with an ACS sticker on their windscreens. Doesn't help that I've been trying to look for Dan Abnett's Traitor General, but if they ever ask though, SJI first.
Oh yes, I found this picture on icanhascheezburger.com, in their lookalikes section.
While they do look remarkably alike, I'm sure Bryant can tell us what else is similar about these two pictures.
In face of an OS that refused to install, a belligerent proto-computer that insisted on trying to kill it's creator via electrocution, and a fast approaching Chinese New Year, I surrendered and turned it in to the experts at Sim Lim who I assumed would magically fix it with their superior knowledge of the machine spirit I had somehow pissed off.
And more problems turned up. My motherboard had somehow burned itself out, and I would have to wait until next Friday (tomorrow) to see if they could fix it.
Damn. I thought I had raised ein Ubercomputer, able to match Bryant's own (RAMwise anyway), able to let me play TF2 without slowing down when three Medics activate their Ubers at the same time and three sentries fire at their patients, or play COD4 and shrug off the idiots who think its funny to toss 3 smoke grenades at the same time to force others to lag.
Instead, it seems I've failed miserably at playing computer technician. Oh well, I guess I'll know tomorrow if it can be saved.
At the same time, I'll know for certain tomorrow if I'll be in ACJC. You never know what happens in the postings, you hear all these stories...
Its strange thought, heading to the ACS family, after 4 years of being taught to jump on cars with an ACS sticker on their windscreens. Doesn't help that I've been trying to look for Dan Abnett's Traitor General, but if they ever ask though, SJI first.
Oh yes, I found this picture on icanhascheezburger.com, in their lookalikes section.
While they do look remarkably alike, I'm sure Bryant can tell us what else is similar about these two pictures.
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
WE ARE LEGION!!
8 points!! WIN!! I R WINNAR!! 7 A's!!
And that was all that filled my head as I collected my results on Monday. The hall was filtered out.
Got together with Sam and Bryant to let loose a raucous "WE ARE LEGION!" in the middle of the hall. I guess it wasn't exactly appropriate to those who didn't do well, looking back though.
Hehe, 3 days on, and it still makes me happy to think that I'm finally a true free man. Everyone else seems happy with their results, Bryant has 9, Sam has a 13 but he doesn't really care because it's enough for Trinity, Tim K has a 6 (Duh).
Best looking option so far would be ACJC Science stream. It's a bit far (Okay, very far), but it's good, there are plenty of SJI guys going there and there are plenty of SJI guys already there.
So far, Bryant, Ray and Kaiyang are putting it as their first choice, and so will Tim K as long as he doesn't get the call from ACSI (IB) teacher. Tim Foo has DSA'ed himself there, so he's going there whether he likes it or not.
To be honest, I did consider going for the IB program as well. The Net searches seem to say that IB is the new in-thing, but I'm one to listen to all sides. Apparently, while US colleges hold the IB in higher esteem than the A-Levels, the opposite seems to be true in the U.K.
A 41 and a 44 pointer (Out of a score of 45) in the IB were shown the door at Oxford and Cambridge, where an applicant with 3 A's in his/her A-Levels was accepted.
Considering I don't really have any plans to head all the way across to the US to study, yeah, bugger that. I've had enough of being a damned guinea pig in all these new educational schemes that very often tend to crash and burn (Yes, whoever thought up TDP in SJI must die).
And that was all that filled my head as I collected my results on Monday. The hall was filtered out.
Got together with Sam and Bryant to let loose a raucous "WE ARE LEGION!" in the middle of the hall. I guess it wasn't exactly appropriate to those who didn't do well, looking back though.
Hehe, 3 days on, and it still makes me happy to think that I'm finally a true free man. Everyone else seems happy with their results, Bryant has 9, Sam has a 13 but he doesn't really care because it's enough for Trinity, Tim K has a 6 (Duh).
Best looking option so far would be ACJC Science stream. It's a bit far (Okay, very far), but it's good, there are plenty of SJI guys going there and there are plenty of SJI guys already there.
So far, Bryant, Ray and Kaiyang are putting it as their first choice, and so will Tim K as long as he doesn't get the call from ACSI (IB) teacher. Tim Foo has DSA'ed himself there, so he's going there whether he likes it or not.
To be honest, I did consider going for the IB program as well. The Net searches seem to say that IB is the new in-thing, but I'm one to listen to all sides. Apparently, while US colleges hold the IB in higher esteem than the A-Levels, the opposite seems to be true in the U.K.
A 41 and a 44 pointer (Out of a score of 45) in the IB were shown the door at Oxford and Cambridge, where an applicant with 3 A's in his/her A-Levels was accepted.
Considering I don't really have any plans to head all the way across to the US to study, yeah, bugger that. I've had enough of being a damned guinea pig in all these new educational schemes that very often tend to crash and burn (Yes, whoever thought up TDP in SJI must die).
Friday, 2 January 2009
Into 2009
-Eat a Quad Stacker (Done)
-Eat a Mega Mac (Done, Mega Mac beats Quad Stacker)
-Unlock Axtinguisher (Done)
-Unlock Blutsauger (Done)
-Finish up to Chapter 4 minimum
-Take over the world
-Resuscitate the plant above my desk (Failed)
-Return all of Sam's Discworld books (Done)
-Get the other two Gaunt's Ghost omnibuses (Done. There's only one other)
-Figure out why the *&!@ TF2 keeps shutting down on me mid-game (Done, and fixed)
-Convince parents to let me build my own computer
Before I go any further, there's a good guess that O-Level results will be out on 12 of January. A newspaper article involving a tuition teacher who scammed parents asked the judge to let her out on bail for her daughter's O-Level posting, and the judge agreed to let her out until Jan 19. According to another blog I saw, that means "the JAE will be done by Jan 19", so it must have started a couple of days before. The author guessed that it would be 12 Jan, given the posting starts a few days after the results come out.
I bought a microphone, so I can communicate/shout at the dumbasses who try and shovel enemies to death when I uber them. All I'll say is it's unlocked a whole new experience.
First time I tried talking in the Starhub servers, they thought I was speaking Chinese.
Then midway through Gold Rush, the building near the second point, me and another Medic were building ubers to rush the sentries on the ceiling. Then, all of a sudden, a red Demoman turns up at the door and attempts to blow us and our patients to pieces. With 97% ubercharge, I thought "Oh shi- I'm out of here!"
So I tried to back down the stairs and realized I couldn't go any further. Turning around, there was yet another red Demoman who tried to attack us from the back. I quickly switched to my blutsauger for a close range duel.
All of a sudden I'm bombarded with voice-chat screaming "MICRO, USE YOUR UBER YOU STUPID CH**BYE!", "UBER ME! UBER ME YOU F***KING C**T!". I got the Demoman, but the other one fragged me...
In the respawn room, I was assaulted once more with verbal abuse. That never gets to me, but the following line did.
"Eh, why you so stupid ah? Got uber why never use... Lucky I got or we all die liao..."
In a squeaky, lazy drawl that was far too high to be male. The girl was the other Medic. THAT really got to me. That annoying, bimbotic drawl that sends me into my own version of the Black Rage. If I knew the Dark Angel's Litany of Hate, I'd have chanted it.
I DIED TO SAVE YOUR BLOODY UBERCHARGE YOU STUPID BITCH! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE GOOD WITH THAT DAMNED MEDIGUN! YOU WILL NOT TELL ME I WAS STUPID TO LOSE MY UBERCHARGE FOR YOURS! YOU WILL NOT RALLY ALL THE GUYS IN TEAM AGAINST ME SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU FLOUT RULE 16 OF THE INTERNET (There are NO girls on the internet)
Okay, that's out. Team furious with me, I furious with team. So I switch team, and everything became much better.
There was an old uncle on the other team, given how he sounded and spoke on the voice chat. And he was very, very good.
It was like being lead into battle by a grizzled veteran of war, the one with the perpetual unshaven face and greying hair, a lean frame that nonetheless manages to overpower muscled barbarians on the other side of the lines. The one who always manages to keep his squad alive and lead them home while looking and sounding badass the whole time.
Very nice to Medics he was. Disappointed I didn't have a Kritzkrieg for him, since he made one more effective on defence than an ubercharge. Won every game and came in top three whenever I stuck around and healed him. Watched him rape enemy team as Soldier when another Medic Kritzkrieged him.
Microphone's greatly reduce odds of an ubercharge becoming a dud. Most players will be considerate enough to tell you that they're out of ammo. Still accidently ubered an AFK Heavy once. We stood there like a bunch of dummies, unmoving and watching the world go by surrounded by a blue tinted glow.
-Eat a Mega Mac (Done, Mega Mac beats Quad Stacker)
-Unlock Axtinguisher (Done)
-Unlock Blutsauger (Done)
-Finish up to Chapter 4 minimum
-Take over the world
-Resuscitate the plant above my desk (Failed)
-Return all of Sam's Discworld books (Done)
-Get the other two Gaunt's Ghost omnibuses (Done. There's only one other)
-Figure out why the *&!@ TF2 keeps shutting down on me mid-game (Done, and fixed)
-Convince parents to let me build my own computer
Before I go any further, there's a good guess that O-Level results will be out on 12 of January. A newspaper article involving a tuition teacher who scammed parents asked the judge to let her out on bail for her daughter's O-Level posting, and the judge agreed to let her out until Jan 19. According to another blog I saw, that means "the JAE will be done by Jan 19", so it must have started a couple of days before. The author guessed that it would be 12 Jan, given the posting starts a few days after the results come out.
I bought a microphone, so I can communicate/shout at the dumbasses who try and shovel enemies to death when I uber them. All I'll say is it's unlocked a whole new experience.
First time I tried talking in the Starhub servers, they thought I was speaking Chinese.
Then midway through Gold Rush, the building near the second point, me and another Medic were building ubers to rush the sentries on the ceiling. Then, all of a sudden, a red Demoman turns up at the door and attempts to blow us and our patients to pieces. With 97% ubercharge, I thought "Oh shi- I'm out of here!"
So I tried to back down the stairs and realized I couldn't go any further. Turning around, there was yet another red Demoman who tried to attack us from the back. I quickly switched to my blutsauger for a close range duel.
All of a sudden I'm bombarded with voice-chat screaming "MICRO, USE YOUR UBER YOU STUPID CH**BYE!", "UBER ME! UBER ME YOU F***KING C**T!". I got the Demoman, but the other one fragged me...
In the respawn room, I was assaulted once more with verbal abuse. That never gets to me, but the following line did.
"Eh, why you so stupid ah? Got uber why never use... Lucky I got or we all die liao..."
In a squeaky, lazy drawl that was far too high to be male. The girl was the other Medic. THAT really got to me. That annoying, bimbotic drawl that sends me into my own version of the Black Rage. If I knew the Dark Angel's Litany of Hate, I'd have chanted it.
I DIED TO SAVE YOUR BLOODY UBERCHARGE YOU STUPID BITCH! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE GOOD WITH THAT DAMNED MEDIGUN! YOU WILL NOT TELL ME I WAS STUPID TO LOSE MY UBERCHARGE FOR YOURS! YOU WILL NOT RALLY ALL THE GUYS IN TEAM AGAINST ME SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU FLOUT RULE 16 OF THE INTERNET (There are NO girls on the internet)
Okay, that's out. Team furious with me, I furious with team. So I switch team, and everything became much better.
There was an old uncle on the other team, given how he sounded and spoke on the voice chat. And he was very, very good.
It was like being lead into battle by a grizzled veteran of war, the one with the perpetual unshaven face and greying hair, a lean frame that nonetheless manages to overpower muscled barbarians on the other side of the lines. The one who always manages to keep his squad alive and lead them home while looking and sounding badass the whole time.
Very nice to Medics he was. Disappointed I didn't have a Kritzkrieg for him, since he made one more effective on defence than an ubercharge. Won every game and came in top three whenever I stuck around and healed him. Watched him rape enemy team as Soldier when another Medic Kritzkrieged him.
Microphone's greatly reduce odds of an ubercharge becoming a dud. Most players will be considerate enough to tell you that they're out of ammo. Still accidently ubered an AFK Heavy once. We stood there like a bunch of dummies, unmoving and watching the world go by surrounded by a blue tinted glow.
Sunday, 14 December 2008
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-Eat a Quad Stacker (Done)
-Eat a Mega Mac (Done, Mega Mac beats Quad Stacker)
-Unlock Axtinguisher (Done)
-Unlock Blutsauger (Done)
-Finish up to Chapter 4 minimum
-Take over the world
-Resuscitate the plant above my desk (Failed)
-Return all of Sam's Discworld books
-Get the other two Gaunt's Ghost omnibuses
-Figure out why the *&!@ TF2 keeps shutting down on me mid-game
-Convince parents to let me build my own computer
Yeah, the plant died after awhile... 6 days of no water while I was in Malaysia finally killed the poor thing.
Its not the only one dying from watering (Or lack of it). 6 days straight of Malaysian water has made my stomach throw in the towel. Or perhaps it was the oddly fried chicken from the Marrybrown outlets that are such an obvious rip-off of KFC. I mean, the colour scheme is the same, what the serve appears to be the same if you've ever been to one, and they simply changed Up-Size to Size-Up. Wonder why KFC hasn't tried to sue yet, could get quite a bit with the compensation.
Oh yes, about my self-built computer. Its not exactly a far-fetched fantasy. Tim K just built one reading a DIY book which he's kindly lent to me, and it runs S.T.A.L.K.E.R : Clear Sky perfectly. All from $800, and that was inclusive of a monitor, which I won't need.
Okay, so the book was written at a time when thumbdrives weren't created yet, and 512 RAM seemed like a big deal, but hey, the basics are there, and it doesn't look too hard.
It's a better way off selling the idea of getting a new computer to my parents. "I want to learn how to build a computer" sounds a lot less expensive and demanding than "I want a new computer". My mum is already good with the idea, but she's just worried I'll fail with my terrible hardware-karma. Dad however, doesn't seem to take a hint very well. Despite me continuously walking around with the book in front of him and saying how easy it looks, he still has no idea I want to *actually* build one. Guess I know where I got my subtlety from.
And apparently, my computer doesn't randomly restart itself during TF2 if I play on these two Korean servers. Well, one's a custom map called Toyfort, but hell. If I have to be subjected to looking at anime girls in compromising positions at every turn and corner to enjoy my TF2, so be it!
-Eat a Mega Mac (Done, Mega Mac beats Quad Stacker)
-Unlock Axtinguisher (Done)
-Unlock Blutsauger (Done)
-Finish up to Chapter 4 minimum
-Take over the world
-Resuscitate the plant above my desk (Failed)
-Return all of Sam's Discworld books
-Get the other two Gaunt's Ghost omnibuses
-Figure out why the *&!@ TF2 keeps shutting down on me mid-game
-Convince parents to let me build my own computer
Yeah, the plant died after awhile... 6 days of no water while I was in Malaysia finally killed the poor thing.
Its not the only one dying from watering (Or lack of it). 6 days straight of Malaysian water has made my stomach throw in the towel. Or perhaps it was the oddly fried chicken from the Marrybrown outlets that are such an obvious rip-off of KFC. I mean, the colour scheme is the same, what the serve appears to be the same if you've ever been to one, and they simply changed Up-Size to Size-Up. Wonder why KFC hasn't tried to sue yet, could get quite a bit with the compensation.
Oh yes, about my self-built computer. Its not exactly a far-fetched fantasy. Tim K just built one reading a DIY book which he's kindly lent to me, and it runs S.T.A.L.K.E.R : Clear Sky perfectly. All from $800, and that was inclusive of a monitor, which I won't need.
Okay, so the book was written at a time when thumbdrives weren't created yet, and 512 RAM seemed like a big deal, but hey, the basics are there, and it doesn't look too hard.
It's a better way off selling the idea of getting a new computer to my parents. "I want to learn how to build a computer" sounds a lot less expensive and demanding than "I want a new computer". My mum is already good with the idea, but she's just worried I'll fail with my terrible hardware-karma. Dad however, doesn't seem to take a hint very well. Despite me continuously walking around with the book in front of him and saying how easy it looks, he still has no idea I want to *actually* build one. Guess I know where I got my subtlety from.
And apparently, my computer doesn't randomly restart itself during TF2 if I play on these two Korean servers. Well, one's a custom map called Toyfort, but hell. If I have to be subjected to looking at anime girls in compromising positions at every turn and corner to enjoy my TF2, so be it!
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