Thursday, November 27, 2003
Bang bang yippie ki-yay
Yes, it is the last day of exams: Soon enough the clouds shall part, the first ray of golden sun shall sine on me and me alone, while cherubs and seraphims comes a-floating down, spiralling as they shower me with garlands of flower. Then again..
If I can just do this one, I won't have to touch anything academic for the next six months! Is that peachy keen or what?
Meanwhile: Currently playing Call of Duty, which is practically MOHAA: Fixed. Everything that was wrong with it, namely endless stream of enemies in some missions, the lack of atmosphere in said missions, have been fixed - and you truly feel like you're one of the band of brothers, not some guy moving a thingy to turn his point of view around. NExt objective is to free up as much hard disk as possible so I can run KotOR.
It seems that this GunBound craze is spreading like wildfire. Namely, in a span of 22 hours we have from two to 12 addicts who are clearly suffering from withdrawal symptoms even as I type this due to the poor connection we have over here. Check it out if you haven't; think online Worms and mebbe you'll get the idea.
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Saturday, November 22, 2003
Spouting metaphors like New York Rain
9 am. We are in the room closest to the staircase on the fourth floor, chatting away and periodically looking at the computer for new chat messages. I turn on the CD player just to kill the absence of noise, taunting me like a mad jester.
12 pm. We slowly begin to shower (one at a time, ya morons), still smiling ad laughing like idiots. As I get changed, I notice my handphone battery is running dangerously low on juice. Screw it, my brain says. Won't use it anyway.
1 pm. Post lunch. Met my roommate, one of the party mentioned above, and verbal exchanges is spared until we get to the station. Once we get there, other people start coming. None of us says a word, none dares to look another in the eye.
1:05 pm. The train comes. Nervous anecdotes re: the train number is brushed aside politely. All of us boards the train, some clumsily picking up notes from their bags in the process. Futile attempts of conversation is made. After a while, we resort to braggadocio just to kill the unnerving silence between us, but it doesn't help to mask our true feelings. The train screeched to a halt; the friendly female mechanical voice cheerfully announced our arrival to the station, and the doors slid open menacingly.
Commandos in the cargo car. Privates in the U-boat. Sheep on the hatchback track. We are students on the way to school for a major exam. Blessed be the Lord that teacheth my hands to write and my fingers to flip. This is our finest hour.
(Disclaimer: The above was an exercise in corniness brought about by a lack of sleep. Any comments should be kept to one's own self. And Max Payne 2 was a devilishly short and fun game. Amen.)
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Saturday, November 15, 2003
Er, post?
Blazed through eight papers in eight days. Math's fine, chem's weird and Econs is just screwed up. That's the beauty of being the guinea pig batch: Next year's students are going to learn from our mistakes in predicting the new syllabus while our grades are shot down to hell. Oh well.
The sentence "Oh fuck I lost my chemistry option booklet" is one of the last things you'd like to say during this period. Trust me.
Coming into a comic shop with your wallet full of cash and/or chargeable credit cards is another Very Bad Thing to do. I went yesterday, not looking for anything in particular, but then I saw a boxed copy of Y: The Last Man issues 11-15, the third story arc, displayed proudly on a stand, priced at basement level. Hastily picked it up, smiling with glee like an idiot, and saw a boxed copy of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen vol.2, which just made me groan. Contemplated picking it up, but price was a bit too steep I'm afraid - Might have to wait for the trade paperback after all.
Then walked to the marvel aisle and this time screamed within in agony, as the first issue, first printing of 1602, the one I saw in an MRT station going for S$7, is now going for S$39.90. Regret. Big time. Managed to make my way to the counter without looking at anything else, lest my wallet be further tempted, only to be faced with an oversized Morpheus poster (again, practically a steal) and a very very nice "You get the same as everyone: You get a lifetime" Death tee shirt I would just LOVE to have as a birthday present. (what? me, obnoxious? Please. Can't hurt to try, right?)
Which reminds me: I rented Neverwhere from a second-hand bookshop after being fed up of waiting for people to return their library copies. After reading it, I began to sympathize with them; I do loathe having to return such a good book. Might as well keep the S$10 deposit, guys..
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Friday, November 07, 2003
Revolutions in the system
Been meaning to post this for a long time, but a group of PRCs has hogged the whole room from morning to night these past week. I swear, this place would be a whole lot better once they leave.
Homecoming was a whole lot better than expected; I met everyone I wanted to see, and did more than I expected to do. Too bad it didn't last long enough, but I'll be back next month anyway so I ain't complaining.
This is the most nervewracking part of the exams; the part when you think you're ready but you have the nagging suspicion that you don't. I feel totally Reloaded, but I can't ebe sure. The only way to find out? Well, work harder of course. Pray for me if you care. Pray hard. I'm going to need it.
Speaking of which.. watched Matrix Revolutions yesterday. By now we all should've realised that whoever's in charge of explaining the philosophical mumbo-jumbo in the movies can't do it properly (*cough*architect*cough*), but the guy in charge of the action deserves a hell lotta praise. The Battle at Zion Docks is the most exhilarating sequence ever in any movie, narrowly edging out even the Battle at Helm's Deep. Yes, revolutions may just be a glorified SFX extravaganza with minimal wit and plot (and let's not even talk about the dialogs.. horrors), but the anime-ish coolness of the concept and design is still so spot on that it's still worth my eight bucks just the same. Oh, and the final Agent Smith battle? Eat your heart out, Dragon Ball Z. Finally, to all the detractors: just come along for the ride. I promise it won't leave you with the bitter aftertaste of Reloaded.
{melancholy}
I thought about that last sentence during the movie, and thought how she would've really enjoyed it as well, and felt kinda sad cause she wasn't there with me, but then I remembered that we were watching at approximately the same moment, so we were together in time even if not in space, and that she might be thinking the same thing about me, and that made me feel a little better.
{/melancholy}
Now all that's left is to wait for Return of the King and be impressed all over again.
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