First-Person Shooters
26 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
The rant for today will be about First-Person Shooters.
Most people think games like this are too violent and/or gory for girls. “Girls play Facebook games, not First-Person Shooters!” was a remark I’d heard online. On the contrary I detest Facebook games, not only because they’re boring, also because to do a certain action you need all your friends to help you do it and that was what I hated about them.
Although female gamers are scarce, they’re still there. On my favourite FPS, Team Fortress 2, there would always be one or two female gamers playing. Usually it was only me.
Boys aren’t particularly good at all the games they play, either, no matter how much of them there are. I held first place at 241 points whilst all the other players (all boys, by the way) battled away at 100 points or less. No offense to the boys, though. (The exception being the one who made the remark.)
To play games in first person mode is fun, although sometimes annoying, because you don’t know who’s behind you and anybody can backstab you anytime (as is the case with spies in Team Fortress 2). Playing ROBLOX, I always prefer to switch to first-person – it feels like I’m playing Minecraft instead of Roblox, except you press / to talk instead of T.
Third-person (as is the normal viewing mode in Roblox) is fun, too, but takes the worry of getting killed away since you can see 360 degrees around your character, and that, in my opinion, makes a game sort of dull.
And that is the end of my rant.
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Books and novels
25 Feb 2012 1 Comment
I always had a difficulty with books. And no, I am actually literate and enjoy reading; the fact is that there’s really nothing much for me to read. This was exactly why I picked up a dictionary at the age of eight and read from the A’s all the way to the Z’s (which then wildly improved my vocabulary). Because of a complete lack of books.
I tend to read books extremely quickly, finishing a 500-odd page book in two to three days and a 900-page book in possibly a week. As for 100 page books I finished them in about three hours.
Although my father’s been pressing me to go to the library, I absolutely refuse to go. I hated the library and all it’s horrifyingly boring books. In fact all it stocked were boring books. When I wanted to read Narnia, I found that only one library stocked up on Narnia books, and that was down in the more ‘city’ area.
I sometimes dwell in the ’13 – 16 years’ section, and my findings were never entertaining. Most of the books spoke of relationships, breakups, life in high school from a drearily emotional point of view and being popular. I was more of the fantasy, medieval, medieval romance and ridiculous adventure.
Basically, library, please will you get into your head that not all Singaporean teenagers are emo little brats that read nothing but others’ problems curled up in corners, and will you please stock your shelves up of more of fantasy genre instead of ridiculous high school stories that nobody should be concerned about.
TAAAAAAAAAABS
25 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
TAAAAAAAAABS! RIDICULOUS AMOUNTS OF TAAAAAAAAAABS
(im so ridiculously bored)
Huh?
25 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
It’s one of those posts where you open up “Add New” post and you can’t figure out what to type, so you type “Huh?” and random crap.
The Great Noise
24 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
The class was sleepily silent as the teacher rambled on, sometimes a very tired answer echoing through the sun-filled classroom, like one who is very tired of what you are saying but answers anyway.
I sucked my sweet inconspiciously, so to keep awake. Sugar, every variety of chocolate and caffeine always had some magic with me that I could not explain, keeping me awake and, if I had too much, hyperactive.
Outside, a strange noise was rumbling. I raised my head, wondering what the strange sound was. It seemed to be growing louder, too.
Louder and louder it grew, and suddenly it grew so loud that you could immediately discern it was created by a large group of people.
Curiosity seemed to spark in my classmates as they realised what was happening. One by one they began wondering aloud who was making such a racket.
The loud ‘ohhhhhh’ — the sound you would hear in Singapore whenever someone did something wrong, by accident or otherwise —- continued on for about a minute before a muscular teacher walked out of the neighbouring classroom and shouted out (and because we ‘freshmen’ studied on the first floor) to the students on the fourth floor to shut up and get on with their studies.
Then the bell rang, and the school exploded into screams of joy.
Secondary school and Alpenliebes
23 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
Secondary school life is amazing.
Much better than primary school life, in my opinion.
In secondary school, the lessons are doubly boring because you feel as though you’ve already seen and read all those subjects before, but continually forget where. But practicals are always fun, and my partner and I always got wet some way or another in Science practicals. ICT lessons couldn’t be more boring, for they covered subjects like Dreamweaver, and Dreamweaver was a software I found most boring, especially with Photoshop sitting so invitingly at the corner of the desktop; until one day I wandered over to the ‘code’ tab. Then I entertained myself with manually typing out commands, style fonts and heading customising, which was actually much easier than clicking through a whole series of buttons to set a sentence or word or phrase to a particular heading. And I made the important downloading of Google Chrome, which so many students had failed to do before me, went to Facebook and found then rest of the class there. As such we spammed till the bell rang.
I even played Minecraft with a few of my classmates, three of which had to crack, and all of which were boys. I tried playing it on the school computer, but it was so ridiculously slow I simply gave up.
Our school happens to be planted right along the train track that went directly to the neighbourhood shopping centre (a.k.a epic student hangout), as such it was quite customary to pop along McDonalds on CCA days for a burger or so before going back to school at 3.00, just in time to get to our respective CCAs.
And its quite widely known that you are not supposed to eat any sweets in class, although students have broken it a hundred times over. Today my friend brought a big bag of purple grape-and-milk Alpenliebes, and I literally fell in love with them, and finished about six of them in the short period of time between the start of school and break in class without the teacher even noticing. (The trick is to put your bag on your chair behind you, and when you’re well prepared to bite the sweet out of its wrapper, you turn around, pretend to be taking a book out and turn back around when you have the sweet in your mouth, and then hide the wrapper in your pocket to throw later.)
Moral of the post is, school doesn’t necessarily suck. You’re just thinking negatively towards it.
