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Monday, 26 January 2009

What the hell man, what the hell...

I'm here for late night blogging after that mahjong session, and I can't believe I'm still fully awake. Must be that chalet.

Hell, let's get started with the day.

Me and my family went out to lunch somewhere near the venue of our reunion dinner. I was forced to have noodles (there weren't any rice stalls [just to make sure the readers here don't think my parents are the abusive sorts]) for lunch. It wasn't impressive, but surprisingly I broke my own personal record for finishing a bowl of fishball noodles in a public area. Must be the hunger. Hm...

Then we proceeded to shop around. There was nothing, though, since it's the Eve and most of the shops are closed. *Mentally celebrates*

And off to our relatives' house we went. The journey was fraught with temporary separation and quarrels, but eventually we reunited at our destination, so all was well. Add huge inverted commas at both ends of that sentence.

What followed was a boring wait for the reunion dinner. Watching the TV, helping with some things and praying (OK, scratch that necessity) didn't excite me one bit. However, when it started, I found out I wasn't hungry, since I had my lunch at approximately three and a half hours ago, which meant the enzymes in my stomach had yet to dissolve all the food into blood-soluble, energy-boosting substances. For the first time, eating was, in a nutshell, hell.

Hours of boredom later, we finally went home. Another hour of wait later, the first expected visitor, Mr. Kong Alien, finally came.

And that's when the fun really started.

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1) He installed Left 4 Dead. I only have one thing to say about this game. If you are playing Single Player, don't, I repeat, DON'T ever play at night alone. It's f***ing scary.

2) Then Yao Yang came, and we had the privilege to watch Mr. Alien lock himself outside his hiding place just to get tentacle-raped (he was using a female character) by a tongue-lashing zombie.

3) Not that I didn't have my share of fun, I got pounced on by some crazed maniac (OK, he was also a zombie) and er...how do I say this...he tore at me until my allies killed him.

4) Back to Mr. Alien. He got killed by a zombie singing opera in a matter of seconds. Well, seeing that the zombie reacts like a trauma-inflicted rape victim getting raped again, resulting in a paranoiac retaliation (screaming and flying towards the culprit, then scratching him in a frenzy), I can't see why it wouldn't happen anyway.

5) Finally Kun Ying arrived, and we could start our mahjong session. Let's summarise the next three and a half hours of my life in mahjong language:

No. of Hu's by CX: 0
No. of Fang Pao's by CX: Uncountable
Money lost by CX: Nearly everything

And Zi Gui entering the fray didn't help the situation much.

What a shitty ~~day~~ ~~night~~ dusk for mahjong...

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Happy Chinese New Year anyway. Do come on Wednesday.

*[[ To be continued... ]]*
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[[ The Freedomist ]]

Yee Cheng Xuan
16, going 17
Temasek Poly, Games & Entertainment Technology
06/08/1992

[[ About Me ]]

-Eccentric
-Sarcastic
-Addicted to computers
-Loves to talk to self
-Current Motto: Without Logic, Nothing is Impossible as Long as You Have the Basics!

[[ Aims ]]

-Get good in Bowling, Pool or both
-Get back to Piano
-Learn Japanese
-Pwn all three years in Poly
~~-Enter the Youth Olympics~~ (Dream on)