Killer Koko

I’m still on dialup but I’ll still take the trouble to upload pictures of Koko. The world needs to know how evil he has become and how much I suffered under his…. claws.

_{Don’t be tricked by his innocent looks}

You must be wondering why would a cute kitty like Koko deserve the rank ‘Killer’. The pictures will speak for themselves.

_{First injury of the day}

That was the first thing Koko gave me after I haven’t seen him for a while. I was having my lunch when he suddenly pounced on my feet. Trying to get him off it only made things worse. And more painful.

_{Left hand bleeding, right hand bleeding more}

Those were scratches he gave me when I attempted to pull him off my mum’s feet, which he was happily biting too.

_{One hand camera, one hand pain.}

I’ve learnt to stay away from him now. He bites when anyone attempts to pat him. And he pounces on any moving objects. That includes feet.

He particularly likes mine.

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Looks like I won’t be able to upload pictures for a while.

I now realise how unfriendly so many sites are to dial-up. Including my own.

It is soooooooo painfully slow. I spent more time waiting for pages to load than actually doing anything.

I’ll now go tend my wounds caused by Koko.

KEK ITS A BUNNY! … NOT!

Someone tell me what “KEK ITS A BUNNY!” means.
Because I have no idea.

That guy one kind. Google also another one kind.

Often, the most entertaining part of having a site is to check where your visitors are coming from. And oh boy, this one sure is special. What is that guy trying to search for??? (No, Sam. I doubt he’s searching for Bunny Cake. Whatever that is)

Another case that was worth a laugh was when I read the Motor Trader magazine in my friend’s house out of boredom while I was waiting for more friends to arrive.

_{Yes. Your gearbox problem is only a phone call away.}

Thankyouverymuch but no thanks.

P/S: I’m going back to my hometown. Updates will be slower than the already turtle-ish pace. I’ll be busy eating helping my family finish our food stock with their work Happy holidays!

Splintering Some Cells

I’ve been very much bothered by my neighbour these days. They are bloodyfreakinggoddammit noisy during the nights. I’m sure they’re actually dancing around thumping chairs and whatnot like monkeys. They’re right above me! I could even hear them sing (I would prefer to say shout like uncivilised barbarians) THREE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING. The thumpings have gotten louder day by day and it’s a matter of time before my ceiling actually collapse under the stress of the idiots.

_{This picture is a very nice depiction of a proper African dance. I’m being too kind.}

I don’t care if they want to do some ritual dance or start hollering like baboons, but do it in the noon or evening, I don’t care. NOT THREE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING. Maybe they are part-time humans. Human by day, Neanderthal by night. Either way, they greatly lack what it takes to be civilised people. I’m tempted to buy them a “drink” sometimes. Yeah, a Molotov Cocktail.

Enough about that.

Anyway, my holidays have officially started and I’ve been doing nothing but wasting time with stupid stuff playing some Splinter Cell: Double Agent.

The moment I got into the game, I was given a mission in some icy place. And guess what?

_{Doesn’t he need swimming goggles or something? Won’t his eyeballs freeze??}

Enemy guards just looooove to stand at the part where the ice is the thinnest so you can very conveniently break the ice directly under them, pull them below into the icy water, and stab them in the chest. I suppose that’s meant to make Sam (no, not you Sam. Sam Fisher) look good. Because I must admit Sam did look good doing that. Though at the same time it made the enemy totally retarded. He’s got miles and miles of solid ice to stand on but he chose the thinnest part of all. He deserved to die. Hahahaha….

A little more into the game, there was another thing that was true to the Splinter Cell tradition. Enemies are totally oblivious to the 3 bright dots on the mighty high-tech 3-in-1 goggles that Sam always carry.

_{It’s green. It’s bright. Oh, it’s nothing.}

They’re also equally oblivious to the “Threat Indicator” Sam has on his back.

_{Sam feels very secure even with a bright glowing thingy on his back.}

But I must admit there were a few rather stylish parts in the game. Like when Sam was para-dropping into enemy territory. But then at the same time he wasn’t so cool-lah. His parachute got stuck =.=” And I was supposed to ‘help’ him deploy the chute.

_{Look ma! No chute!}

Overall, I think it’s a solid game. But laughable things happen. Enemies wouldn’t notice you even if you were right under their noses because it’s ‘dark enough’…. they like to stand on the thin ice… they like to stand beside the window so you can conveniently pull them down… Sam can withstand a blast of machinegun fire but the enemies will get knocked out with a single punch…

I haven’t been able to play much of it though. It makes me sick. Literally. I get nauseous if I play too long. That happens to me pretty often if the game was in a dark environment. And the constant spinning of the camera doesn’t help.

Gotta run off for badminton.

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