Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Oasis

It looks like another 3 months of journey before I reach the next oasis. Chinese New Year feels too short, with eating, lazing, MSNing, etc. Even DoTA has lost its appeal. I feel jaded. Emptiness.


I thought only guys serving NS felt that way. Looks like I am wrong. Even Hotseat, (the most unexpected of all persons), felt the same way, even though I thought that she will have such a wide social circle+studies to keep her mind occupied. Used to think that keeping yourself busy will keep the mind distracted enough to not feel lonely, empty. But after you are done (or sick of that activity), you resume back to your old self.


Now the only fun part about DoTA is the recent involvement of Alvin Ong. His ascerbic comments and self-preservation techniques have spiced up the game, resulting in occasional curses from Eddie and I. Reminds me of the occasional guest Raymond, what with his reverse psychology methods.


3 more months to Pinnacle. Can't believe that I will be spending my 20th birthday in a foreign land. @##$#@.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Doggie Year

Just came back from guard duty yesterday. As usual, my beloved RSM has put me on guard duty before and right after CNY, possibly instilling patriotism in me.


Did my rounds as usual. This time, however, I was accompanied by a wild dog, which was apparently quite tame. It would follow my buddy and I when we were making our rounds, lying down on the floor when we stopped for a rest and trotting along when we were on a (slow) move. Enthusiastically, it would wag its tail and follow us all 4km of the camp. Quite an amusing sight to see a dog quickly shuffling its four legs leading men. Shall be looking forward to see the guard duty dog the next time we meet, after the Chinese doggie year. Must be due to the "karma"(ya right) that I accumulated when I fed it chicken bones during lunch and dinner.


Now I can understand a little why people oppose vehemently to WTO. Initially thought they were bo liao, but now I realise that I can empathise with their actions. More on CEOs, corporations and shares in the next article (and the so-called evils of capitalism).

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Tales of the Night: Part I(based on Defense of the Ancients)

I could not remember how long it was. Ever since that fateful night. Became the sole survivor of my village when hordes of demons overwhelmed my village. It was slaughter. As a little child of ten, I hid fearfully under the bushes nearby, attempting feebly to cover my ears and eyes from the scenes ofcarnage.


At last, it was over. The demons had retreated to their portal. Shaking visibly, I surveyed the desolate land which I used to call home. Realising that there was nothing left, I picked up a blood-stained rag doll and was just about to head to somewhere (in fact anywhere) when I heard a yelp.


It was a pitiful sight. I saw two young puppies next to a dead wolf. Apparently, their mother had been killed by the savage brutes. Feeling sorry for them, I picked them up and wandered to the woods.


It must have been ages. By then, I have begun to live life in the forest, hunting down game with my two wolves to survive. I could barely recognise the ten year old I last saw when I looked into my own reflection. A rugged (with beard, tattered clothes and all) man stared back at me when I saw myself again.


One day, I smelled somthing amiss. At a distance, I saw a huge plume of smoke rising. I traversed through the great forest with my two wolves, until we reached a bare patch of scorched ground.


It was a horrendous sight. It was deja vu. This time fresh victims, more blood. Standing sickeningly tall was a huge demon holding a fire sword. Next to him, or rather it, was the sad sight of a woman with her child begging for mercy. "Please spare the child. You can kill me if you want. I beg you pls."


The piercing scream disturbed the eerie silence as the demon had consumed the soul of the last human. "NOOOOOOOOOOO". It was too late. Livid with foolish rage, I dashed towards the archdemon, with bare fists only. Years of living in the forest had honed my agility. I managed a few fists on the demon while avoiding his fiery sword.


"Interesting. I have never met a human as quick and strong as you are. However, I, will end it soon." Even though I realised that my fists were of no effect on him, I continued pounding like a mad man. That same monstrosity that killed the woman was probably the same that summoned the demons to my village ages ago. Blinded by my rage, I was about to lunge at him when suddenly an excruciating pain had hit me. I fell back on the ground and writhed in silenced pain as my throat was itself on fire. ARRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH, I screamed in my mind as my two wolves looked on, growling but helpless.


"HAHAHAHA, Enjoy this slow and painful death of DOOM itself" It summoned a portal and disappeared through it, nonchalantly as if I was just another snack to it. As my vision blurred (with the image of my two wolf puppies beside me), I thought of my village, my family, my friends... Rage was boiling in me. Somehow, even though I knew I was dying, I was slowing the process down (the most unwilling victim) by growing madder by the minute at my helplessness. I WOULD NOT LEAVE THIS WORLD UNTIL I KILL THAT...Suddenly, my repeated scream thought was interrupted by a flash of light.


What surprised me most (even though my vision of my surroundings was blur), was that a man, or rather a being, had suddenly appeared in front of me. Time itself seemed to have stopped. The flames were not moving. Neither were the leaves or my wolves. Even my pain had disappeared. The man(?)was wearing a cloak and a metallic mask, so it was impossible to see his facial features.


"I have an offer which you cannot refuse. If you refuse, you will be back to your current state. Simply put, you will die." "What do you want?" "I have a tournament which I am hosting. Something like an arena of sorts. There you will have friends and enemies, and you will fight endlessly until I have decided to return you back to your world. Currently, I am finding willing contestants to spar for me. And I think you have potential."


"Not much of a choice, do we? As long as I live long enough to kill that mother..." "Very well then." He raised his head and instantly, I felt pain again. This time, it was a different kind of pain. The pain actually felt good. I can literally feel my muscles growing, my senses and teeth sharpened (and developing a tail as well). Raw power and strength was flowing through my veins. When the transformation was complete (=pain over), I went to a puddle of water and was shocked by what I see. I was transformed to a demonic (?) being, the very thing which I swore to fight against. My shock was interrupted by a low growl nearby. I turned around. My wolf puppies were changed as well. Instead of the familiar doggies that I saw, I was greeted by the sight of two savage, fully grown wolves. "What have you done with me??!". "This is necessary........for your body to adapt to a more feral form later on,"he explained cooly.


"Consider yourself lucky. Seldom have I infused such raw power in a contestant before."I have a request to make" "Speak" "Put me against demons should I be in this... tournament of yours. "Very well then...."


In a blinking of an eye, I was transported to a grassy patch. I looked up and I saw a full moon unhindered by any clouds. Somehow, I was in a settlement of sorts. Giant sentient trees were everywhere. Bewildered by the sight of civilisation (or what seems like it), I walked past wells (? for drinking water) and saw a wooden house nearby. Seemed to me that there are people in there....Instinct urged me to satisfy my curiosity and explore this place more...


To be continued....

Friday, January 13, 2006

Demotivators.

Find them quite hilarious. Send this to your closest friends/enemies. There are actually pictures to enhance the humour. Enjoy.


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Monday, January 09, 2006

Stillness

Ever felt as if the world has stopped to a standstill? The soft whirling of the air-conditioner coupled with the ticking of my clock were the only sounds audible in my room. That is, besides my breathing. Almost certainly you could have heard a pin drop. As usual, I was staring at my ceiling, pondering about some stuffs....


Myth 1: Guys are smarter than girls. ( and you shall hear the uproar of all feminists who do not bother to look at the next sentence, or the word myth)


Reality: Not true. Takes a bit of ego-bursting to all chauvinists there, but YEA. If you spend your prime of your age of 19-20 in army, you will only end up saying "duh". Repeat after me, "duhhhhhh". ....


Myth 2: Girls do not know how to play DoTA.


Reality: Not true either. Stumbled on this group of girls playing DoTA in Paradiz. Must say that we were feeling ultra happy after the end of the game. Though seriously, if they wanted to, they can easily pick up the game. Since if there are girls who play CS...


Myth 3:In Narnia Chronicles, Aslan is said to represent Christ.


Reality: Hmm, this merits a serious debate. In conflicting sources, many churches have endorsed the novel. Only a minority vilify it. According to some sources, C.S Lewis was never really a Christian convert. In fact, he was using "Christianity" to sell off his books to a even greater audience. Steeply involved in the occult even in the last of his days, he was said to have worshipped the sun god Apollos as a lesser incarnation of Christ! Now, that would have been sacrilegous and a blasphemy! On closer introspection, Aslan seemed to follow the characteristics of Apollo (more than the oversimplified representation of Christ). Go search the Internet for more info. It is actually quite disturbing to see our fellow brethen and sisters rushing to read or watch, while all the New age witches are laughing at our foolishness. Even I was deceived by the seemingly Christian theme it was spreading.


Note: By the way, it was said that all New-Age witches and wizards (if you call them as such) are required to read the Narnia Chronicles! Also, in the demonic game Dungeons and Dragons, the book was said to be a recommended reading. (Incidentally, rapists and murderers have claimed that they were under the influence of D&D to commit those heinous crimes :S)

Friday, January 06, 2006

Regimentation

Sadly, my unit which is meant for NS-men has become more regimental (is it correct? have a funny feeling that my spelling is wrong) as time passes, all thanks to my dear RSM. Used to be comparable with Dingjie's army lifestyle. Now all has changed.


Rushed down from my camp at Lim Chu Kang all the way to City Hall. My unit has a sickening habit of releasing their men late. Supposed to leave at 5. In the end I ended up rushing out of the gates at around 7, one hour before the show is supposed to start.


Watched this funky rendition of Merchant of Venice by the ACSIan. Must say it is better and more creative than the arty-farty shows I have watched during the RI days. (when the batch of us are forced en masse to watch at Victoria).


."........wah, so troublesome ah. Why must wash clothes ah? " "Next time your wife dunno how to wash clothes how?" ".........." -.-''

Monday, January 02, 2006

Post 2006

Spent the night at Youwei's Penthouse. 4 storeys high mind you. Can play hide and seek in such a sprawling apartment. Maybe we can find a world like Narnia and be kings and queens.


Had to go to Whitesands to buy dinner for my mother and I. Though weak, she is recovering to the pink of health soon.


New Year Resolutions. Personally find it (me only lar) a waste of time. After all, when one depends solely on self-effort to achieve tasks, it becomes meaningless after a while.


Meanwhile, I am hunting down the whole of Singapore to find an old-time classic, Heroes III of Might and Magic....


"Youwei, which storey you live at ah?" "Take a pick lor. 17, 18, 19 or 20?" -.-'''

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Eve of 2006

Went to Katong Shopping Centre with the 4C class guys for LAN. As there were no more terminals left, Eddie Cai and I (rhymes..hoho) were reduced to being spectators. Nonetheless, it was a fun sight to watch as the RI 4C comrades (Julian, Jianyuan and Porko)battled their ways to each others base.


Ivan was, as usual, the Man of the Match. Every battle of DoTA, in which there is only a thin thread of victory and defeat, all lies in the hands (and mouse) of IVAN. Without Ivan, the game would not be as fun. Even Mingheng the pro needed to put in extra effort to secure a victory with the 4C guys.


At last, it concluded with the fitting climax of Ivan as the top scorer. I was reduced to a helpless baby wolf (as in my hero) from the vicious and brilliant display of teamwork, reminiscent of the synergy of Eddie and I .


Later, despite the dreary downpour, we went to eat Katong laksa. Ivan needed to bathe, so we waited for him while the rest left. We decided to watch the Chinese Tall Story. It was so LAME that it actually became funny. Beats the Promise hands down


Went to LAN again at marina. It was congested with addicted junkies like us. Fortunately we managed to secure 6 places and played till midnight.


It's unbelievable how packed the Esplanade can be. Ginway and I pushed our way through and used some army skills such as bashing through the bushes to take a shortcut. -.-''. Of course, with a huge volume of people comes a huge volume of creeps. :D.