This week was ( and still is ) a good week. By good, I mean like, not as boring as it could've been. Firstly, on Monday, Brandon and I went to a cyber-cafe for a four hour long sitting-in-front-of-a-lighted-box marathon. Which was good. Really, really good. After which, he came over to my house where he finally watched The Dark Knight on a DVD that I had just bought, which is the exact same way he ended up watching Transformers.
After some random crap-talking, we had about five hours of sleep followed promptly by a two hour Peggle marathon. After that, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about with Brandon's wrestling imitations ( which I bet all the chicks dig ) on Tuesdays. After a while, the matches sort of deteriorated into a competition to see who could sit on each other first. I won.
Better still, if all goes to plan, I'm going to go to Aaron's house tommorow to finish No More Heroes. It's been a good week.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Can't Spell Live Without Evil
"Live" started out in year six ( to my best recollection ) as a reiteration of a previous game, known as RPG. It started one day, when I was really, really bored. You know, as usual. Anyway, the game is basically completely done through speech. No pen and paper crap, and almost no rules. Which was fun for a while ( I guess because I enjoyed randomly killing players and making it stupidly easy for one to succeed and nigh impossible for the other ).
The goal of RPG was almost always to escape from somewhere. It was a puzzle game, where you had to think your way out, and if you didn't do it the way I intended ( because I was the game master, ruler of ALL ) then you would die. Wee. From there it turned into "President Evil" an expansion of that idea. I have absolutely no idea what that was about. I even forgot it existed until Brandon reminded me about it.
But nevermind that. From there it turned into Live. Every player has a starting point, and everyone has the same goal in order to win - you must destroy the world, and at the same time ensure you are the sole survivor. You know, just like real life. But the best part of the game is you can do anything, if you can turn it into words and vomit it out, you can do it in-game, if you beat me enough in scissors-paper-stone.
In abscence of dice, what else could we have done? The rules ( the only rules ) are like this: if you want to do something easy ( like eat a cake ) you might have to win once, or not at all. If you want to do something harder ( like eat a live human being ) you might have to win two or three times, depending on how experienced you are in the field of cannibalism. Live has been a catalyst for madness ( like bribery for a stupid game ) and insanity.
Some of my best ( and wrongest ) memories of year six were spent playing Live. The reason I'm posting this is because I've recently started playing again and it's every bit as fun, every bit as wrong as before. This may sound a little braggy, but I've yet to find someone who's played the game and genuinely hated it. If you have, I'll slap myself. If you lie about it, then I'll slap you. To death.
P.S. Hasbro, please don't sue me.
The goal of RPG was almost always to escape from somewhere. It was a puzzle game, where you had to think your way out, and if you didn't do it the way I intended ( because I was the game master, ruler of ALL ) then you would die. Wee. From there it turned into "President Evil" an expansion of that idea. I have absolutely no idea what that was about. I even forgot it existed until Brandon reminded me about it.
But nevermind that. From there it turned into Live. Every player has a starting point, and everyone has the same goal in order to win - you must destroy the world, and at the same time ensure you are the sole survivor. You know, just like real life. But the best part of the game is you can do anything, if you can turn it into words and vomit it out, you can do it in-game, if you beat me enough in scissors-paper-stone.
In abscence of dice, what else could we have done? The rules ( the only rules ) are like this: if you want to do something easy ( like eat a cake ) you might have to win once, or not at all. If you want to do something harder ( like eat a live human being ) you might have to win two or three times, depending on how experienced you are in the field of cannibalism. Live has been a catalyst for madness ( like bribery for a stupid game ) and insanity.
Some of my best ( and wrongest ) memories of year six were spent playing Live. The reason I'm posting this is because I've recently started playing again and it's every bit as fun, every bit as wrong as before. This may sound a little braggy, but I've yet to find someone who's played the game and genuinely hated it. If you have, I'll slap myself. If you lie about it, then I'll slap you. To death.
P.S. Hasbro, please don't sue me.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
My Situation
From the very moment I started this blog thingy I had a lingering suspicion ( aka, overwhelming certainty ) that this blog would go the way of my Friendster page; ie, unused, unread, unknown ( even to me now ). Even so, there always seemed to be that extra ten to fifteen minutes to kill every time I surfed the internet.
You might seem to recall in a previous post rejoicing because of the fact that I said a new video game I had just obtained would hinder my abilities to post. You've probably stopped by now. Tough luck. The reason I'm not playing it right now is not because of the game. The game is great. It is one of the best games I've played all year.
The problem is starting it. That problem with my computer that I mentioned in that post you didn't read ( ie, all of them ) whereby I cannot so much as click on a game icon without my computer passing out still isn't fixed. How do I play at all then? I have to start and restart my computer time and time again until it realises that I'm not going to give up.
This process takes me anywhere between five and twenty-five minutes. It's been like this for a month now ( though it feels like an eternity ) and the reason it hasn't been fixed is because it's hit this magical balance whereby it's infuriating enough to make me tear my hair out in frustration, yet since it only affects games, it isn't serious enough for my dad to take action.
Those out there who play video games everyday will know how I feel. Those who don't ( girls ) probably won't care. Here's the part you've been waiting for though. I am still certain that this blog will wither and die. Wether it's due to laziness or because I fing something better to do I don't know. I do have two hundred and sixty views, and you could say that's a good amount, but anywhere between ten and a hundred percent of those are my own, because of some pathetic reason, I visit my own blog everyday.
That's about all for now, till the next boredom fit.
You might seem to recall in a previous post rejoicing because of the fact that I said a new video game I had just obtained would hinder my abilities to post. You've probably stopped by now. Tough luck. The reason I'm not playing it right now is not because of the game. The game is great. It is one of the best games I've played all year.
The problem is starting it. That problem with my computer that I mentioned in that post you didn't read ( ie, all of them ) whereby I cannot so much as click on a game icon without my computer passing out still isn't fixed. How do I play at all then? I have to start and restart my computer time and time again until it realises that I'm not going to give up.
This process takes me anywhere between five and twenty-five minutes. It's been like this for a month now ( though it feels like an eternity ) and the reason it hasn't been fixed is because it's hit this magical balance whereby it's infuriating enough to make me tear my hair out in frustration, yet since it only affects games, it isn't serious enough for my dad to take action.
Those out there who play video games everyday will know how I feel. Those who don't ( girls ) probably won't care. Here's the part you've been waiting for though. I am still certain that this blog will wither and die. Wether it's due to laziness or because I fing something better to do I don't know. I do have two hundred and sixty views, and you could say that's a good amount, but anywhere between ten and a hundred percent of those are my own, because of some pathetic reason, I visit my own blog everyday.
That's about all for now, till the next boredom fit.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Notification
As you may have realized by now, this blog thingy has become sort of a pet project to me, sort of an online time-eater that helps me get through my less... entertaining days. And, as you may know by now, it sucks. It would take something quite significant indeed to make me stop, something hopelessly addictive and relentlessly time-consuming. Something like... a new video game.
What game is it? Well, I'm not going to tell you. I won't tell you because even if I did, you wouldn't know it at all. How do I know that? It's because the average thirteen-year-old Malaysian boy obsessively plays one ( or all ) of the following, and plays almost nothing else: Runescape, Maple Story, and DotA. So telling you would be futile. Very futile indeed.
Anyway, back to the point, this new game ( which is not Runescape, Maple Story, or DotA; I hate all those ) will serve as my new time-eater. It probably won't stop me from blogging entirely, but it will reduce the frequency of posts. To those who always hated my blog, then rejoice! But, for those who liked it....... Wait... noone did.. So, I guess, rejoice, don't be emo, and put that knife down.
What game is it? Well, I'm not going to tell you. I won't tell you because even if I did, you wouldn't know it at all. How do I know that? It's because the average thirteen-year-old Malaysian boy obsessively plays one ( or all ) of the following, and plays almost nothing else: Runescape, Maple Story, and DotA. So telling you would be futile. Very futile indeed.
Anyway, back to the point, this new game ( which is not Runescape, Maple Story, or DotA; I hate all those ) will serve as my new time-eater. It probably won't stop me from blogging entirely, but it will reduce the frequency of posts. To those who always hated my blog, then rejoice! But, for those who liked it....... Wait... noone did.. So, I guess, rejoice, don't be emo, and put that knife down.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Lantern Festival
I had doubts about attending last night's lantern festival at my former primary school, SK Taman Megah. I eventually got convinced to go, and thankfully, I did. The night though, didn't start all too well. First, there was dinner. My mom had just bought a pie ( I like pie ) from urr... somewhere, and I well, ate it for dinner.
That's not the bad part. Pie is never the bad part. If pie was the bad part, then this world has gone very, very wrong. Like Sweeney Todd. The bad part was my tooth that had been loose for a full nine months. After a few bites into the pie, something happened. No, it didn't come out. It broke in half. Half of it was still attached to my mouth, and the other half almost found its way down my throat, were it not for me frantically digging it out.
After that, I had to pull out the rest of the tooth ( still quite firmly attached ) with my fingers. And not even that's the bad part. The bad part was the blood. All of the blood. I spat into the sink. There was blood. I spat again. More blood. I spat and I spat until the sink was covered with the stuff and I had to clean it off. Things didn't really improve from there. My mouth stubbornly refused to stop bleeding, like it was emo and had decided that slitting its wrists was the only way out.
The hole left behind kept bleeding and bleeding and I had swallowed so much blood it made me sick. This went on for about an hour until I guess it just ran out. With the sickening taste of blood still fresh in my mouth, Shaun came over to pick me up. When we reached the school, we ran around meeting up with old friends while simultaneously avoiding the less-than-sane Wee Han. We then met up with Andy, who eventually let me try out his makeshift candle and air freshener flamethrower.
It was something I had always wanted to do. And when I did it, it deeply satisfied the inner pyromaniac in me. Well, at least for now. I've just realized how boringly long this post is, so I'll cut things short. After we did that, ( or before, I can't really remember because of fatigue ) Vivek and I ( but mostly Vivek ) used Shaun's phone to publicly humiliate him and show urhh... bad things to Claudia, Amanda, Yue Teng and Mun Lee, though if I'm not mistaken, only Claudia got a good look at it ( as evidenced by her description of it later on ).
It all ended in a big snow-spray free-for-all near the main entrance. Glad i didn't miss it, and I'm definately coming next year...... with more flamethrowers.
P.S. I also saw Bob Rick and Johannen from CF there. What're the chances?
That's not the bad part. Pie is never the bad part. If pie was the bad part, then this world has gone very, very wrong. Like Sweeney Todd. The bad part was my tooth that had been loose for a full nine months. After a few bites into the pie, something happened. No, it didn't come out. It broke in half. Half of it was still attached to my mouth, and the other half almost found its way down my throat, were it not for me frantically digging it out.
After that, I had to pull out the rest of the tooth ( still quite firmly attached ) with my fingers. And not even that's the bad part. The bad part was the blood. All of the blood. I spat into the sink. There was blood. I spat again. More blood. I spat and I spat until the sink was covered with the stuff and I had to clean it off. Things didn't really improve from there. My mouth stubbornly refused to stop bleeding, like it was emo and had decided that slitting its wrists was the only way out.
The hole left behind kept bleeding and bleeding and I had swallowed so much blood it made me sick. This went on for about an hour until I guess it just ran out. With the sickening taste of blood still fresh in my mouth, Shaun came over to pick me up. When we reached the school, we ran around meeting up with old friends while simultaneously avoiding the less-than-sane Wee Han. We then met up with Andy, who eventually let me try out his makeshift candle and air freshener flamethrower.
It was something I had always wanted to do. And when I did it, it deeply satisfied the inner pyromaniac in me. Well, at least for now. I've just realized how boringly long this post is, so I'll cut things short. After we did that, ( or before, I can't really remember because of fatigue ) Vivek and I ( but mostly Vivek ) used Shaun's phone to publicly humiliate him and show urhh... bad things to Claudia, Amanda, Yue Teng and Mun Lee, though if I'm not mistaken, only Claudia got a good look at it ( as evidenced by her description of it later on ).
It all ended in a big snow-spray free-for-all near the main entrance. Glad i didn't miss it, and I'm definately coming next year...... with more flamethrowers.
P.S. I also saw Bob Rick and Johannen from CF there. What're the chances?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Technical Difficulties
This is the first post I've made in eleven days ( gasp! ). Well, the truly shocking part is that that's not because I was lazy. Well, yeah, that too, but it's mainly ( if not wholly ) due to the fact that eleven days ago, my internet modem and ADSL splitter decided that life wasn't worth living anymore and went to that great electronics store in the sky.
I just got a new modem and splitter yesterday, so hopefully these ones will be more emotionally stable ( AKA, not emo ). During those eleven blackout days, I had noticed something. I noticed that I had a lot more free time than before. You see, my free time is split like this: fifty percent obsessively using the computer to post crap on my blog that nobody actually reads ( this included ) and fifty percent... well.... everything else.
For the past eleven days there has been a less-than-convenient void in my schedule. I filled said void by lying on my bed, swearing at my modem, counseling Brandon over the phone, wandering aimlessly from room to room and urhh... sleeping. I should've well... spent that time actually living my life, but I kinda... wasted it. It's not too late though. I can take this as a lesson, get off the computer, and do something... something different. Something... better than this. But the fact that you're reading this means I've utterly failed to take my own advice. Oh well. 'Till next time.
I just got a new modem and splitter yesterday, so hopefully these ones will be more emotionally stable ( AKA, not emo ). During those eleven blackout days, I had noticed something. I noticed that I had a lot more free time than before. You see, my free time is split like this: fifty percent obsessively using the computer to post crap on my blog that nobody actually reads ( this included ) and fifty percent... well.... everything else.
For the past eleven days there has been a less-than-convenient void in my schedule. I filled said void by lying on my bed, swearing at my modem, counseling Brandon over the phone, wandering aimlessly from room to room and urhh... sleeping. I should've well... spent that time actually living my life, but I kinda... wasted it. It's not too late though. I can take this as a lesson, get off the computer, and do something... something different. Something... better than this. But the fact that you're reading this means I've utterly failed to take my own advice. Oh well. 'Till next time.
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