Death Labyrinth Phase 1: Pathway Creation
12 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: custom map
Hi.
I haven’t updated this blog for a while now, so might as well do it now.
So recently I’ve harboured an idea for a custom map, called Death Labyrinth. It’s basically a huge maze with multiple levels and random obstacles and random spawners and dungeons and shtuff, and you have to survive the length of the time you are in the maze.
Basically I’m making the place so octopus-like I don’t even know how to get out of this place myself.
Dear Singaporean Internet
27 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
Today I browsed through (for the first time) the Singaporean citizen news site, or more of a “busybody auntie” website, and, reading the comments, I could hardly read them at all.
First of all, they were mostly grammar-free. Most of them looked more of the young adult age, yet they typed like grammar didn’t exist. Despite being enraged, their five-year-old way of typing made me want to laugh. I couldn’t feel the rage at all.
Secondly, when a comment is particularly supportive of one side, another does so, and another, and another, making sure there is no opposition. This is what I hate about Singapore: peer pressure is over 9000. Most STOMPers didn’t dare to oppose and just went along without their own opinions. Example: A man “pretends” to sleep on the reserved seat. How do you know the man wasn’t pretending and actually sleeping, when you rudely prod him and tell him very pointedly to give the seat to the old man standing in the corner? Despite the old man refusing the seat, you keep prodding him to get off the seat, despite the man being doggedly tired. (That’s true Singaporean behaviour, by the way.)
Thirdly, these people look like they’re just busybodies imported from Facebook instead of the “Singaporeans voicing their thoughts” that the government describes them as, who come to STOMP just for an excuse to laugh and insult their fellows behind complaints and rants.
In conclusion, I’m thinking too much.
Speech Day
22 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
In case you don’t know what it is, it’s the day when the graduating batch of my school gather and watch various performances by the performing arts CCAs, and for some, receive prizes from the very hands of the Principal.
It was the first time I attended Speech Day, but not as the graduating batch, but as a performer. Hours and hours before the performances had even begun, we were all applying makeup, and in the cases of some, heaploads of makeup, and in my case and some other cases, so little that there was nearly no makeup at all. My friend, in particular, had applied so much powder foundation that her face was paper white. (It didn’t help that all her pimples were sticking out and looking amazingly obvious.) She put a ton of lipstick and a ton of blusher as well, but she looked nice – in the dark.
My other friend, who usually looked like she had an extreme lack of sleep without makeup, looked nicer – or at least, looked like a living thing now. I told her she was a vampire while my first friend was a ghost.
I had eyeliner applied to my eyelids and my eyes looked even larger than usual. After that I tried making my eyeshadow more obvious but all I’d achieved was make it even more sparkly.
My friend called me and my first friend (FRIEND A, AS SHE WILL BE KNOWN THROUGHOUT THIS POST) “rich tai tais” (rich ladies) because we both brought branded makeup of every sort to use. (Friend A still had the more expensive things, though – her father owns a company with branches in both Singapore and Malaysia.)
On the way to the School Hall to perform very much later, me and my friends (all clustered in a group walking together) passed by our form teacher while clip-clopping in court shoes and long, deep-red princess dresses. She stared at us for a moment, then said something – I don’t know what – but I ran away before figuring it out. She’s probably going to give a play-by-play summary of our performance to the whole class tomorrow. And all us choir people will hide in embarrassment, presumably under our tables.
After the performance we stayed back for dinner (pizza and chicken wings!) and sat through a tearful farewell by the graduating choir seniors. I successfully sat through the whole thing without shedding a tear.
As for the dinner, I didn’t touch any of the (Canadian!) pizza due to how far away my friends had decided to put the pizza boxes, but I contentedly settled for the (Canadian!) fried chicken wings and ate a good three quarters before my friends discovered that the chicken wings were actually there.
We went back at nine, and as I paced around with my stomach aching slightly, waiting for my dad, while another friend of mine derped around on the grass, jumping around literally whipping her head back and forth. In the end my father agreed to send her back by car with me and we sat in the car, laughing and joking about totally random subjects that make no sense to a typical human’s ears.
And we lived happily ever after. The end.
22 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
I have an addiction with photography, especially taking pictures that have a timeless effect to it, or maybe pictures of nature. I’d never liked taking photos with people in them, because a random homosapien standing in the middle or side of your photo is never the most intriguing. (Unless the person is pretty.)
One day I was staring quite curiously over my friend’s shoulder as she edited a picture with pretty filters on her iPhone app. Instagram , was the title of the app, and from then I wanted it badly. Yet there was no iOS in my house, in any form, at all.
Recently they’d released Instagram on Android, of which I was grateful. I didn’t care that there was no blur effect in the Android version, like some whiners point out. As of yesterday I was busy taking photos of my house and filtering them out with the Amaro effect, mostly. Now I have 15 photos in my feed.
Also, fun fact – did you know my Chrome crashed approximately 20 times while I was typing this?
We were going on so happily, until..
15 Apr 2012 1 Comment
..this idiot appears, says the thread is shit and everything. I tell him that this “shit thread” has been successfully up for a year coming, tell him I would never give him reputation – or “repo” as I called it – due to his stupid reputation-begging signature. He goes on, asking me to “Go get grammar kid”, insulting my area of vocabulary knowledge and further insulting my extreme attempt to NOT type like what is expected from people of my age. He further insults me by telling me to “Go bother someone else.”.
Firstly, my idiot sir, my area of vocabularical knowledge is, as far as I know, as wide as an adult’s can go. My grammar is perfectly fine, thank you very much.
Secondly, my idiot sir, I know I am at the age of what you would call a ‘child’. Yet calling me ‘kid’ in such an impossibly insulting sentence is extremely offending. Please it sir that you would refrain from calling me such ever again. (I don’t care if you’re American.)
Thirdly, my idiot sir, I was not intending to bother you in the first place. I take no effort in bothering anybody, since the outcomes are usually unacceptably rage-worthy, and since the art of irritation escapes me so, and I find it time-wasting to deliberately anger a person. There are much more important things you must think of in life other than simply irritating others for the fun of it.
And thus, to the end of this post, I would like to remind you kindly that please it you may, think before you speak, you little imbecile.
Network slowness is over nine thousand
15 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
My internet is going really really slowly today. Three probable reasons:
1: Norton is blocking everything and making everything lag.
2: The network’s clogging up because someone’s downloading a superhumongasaurousrex file and murdering the network.
3: My computer is failing.
Gah..
My Double Persona
13 Apr 2012 3 Comments
One friend of mine (or classmate, since we’re not really “friends”) asked on Minecraft why, online, I could act so normal and civilised, while in real life I was a meme-screaming, swearing, overtly loud girl.
I have two personas, one my true self and one my “alter ego” as one would call. In a way it was a bit like Rosario+Vampire, except I wasn’t evil and good at the same time.
My real persona is the meme-screaming, loud swearing girl that used to have attention deficit hyperactive disorder (and still has a super-reduced form of it). The girl that would storm willingly into a fight and get beaten up quite gladly, would get into a scuffle with boys over a pen, had quick enough reflexes to yank a pen away from a target the moment he or she relaxed; and still had the clumsiest balance ever.
My Internet alter-ego is the overtly calm girl who minds every single word’s grammar; came spurting out with ridiculous stories and thought too deep. The one that would roll her eyes at all the silly love triangles that the girls from my class could cook up. The 17-year-old in the body of a 13-year-old.
Some traits still carry over from one persona to the other, but the difference is still striking. Lots of people have double personas – you just don’t notice.
The Digging Up of Old Documents
05 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
Sometimes, on a boring day of computer-ness, when my internet is screwed and I have no offline games to play, I browse through the old documents I used to create, back when I was still a player of Roblox and thought “noob” meant a bad player. I made chat logs, a story series called Madchattea where the story was told in chat logs.
The bad guy was MFP, an insane hacker who seems to want to try every means to hack into the website that hosts the chat, all because he got banned from it. There’s even main characters and side characters: sucka, a 22-year-old female admin that takes care of the overall chat, talks in fuchsia; Idiot in Ink, a 15-year-old guy who can’t shut up, talks in red; Christmas, or later one1guy, the second-in-command admin of the website, talks in navy blue; pinkshoegun, a girl who has a crush on Ink, talks in fuchsia. Side characters: Apple Macintosh, a 23-year-old admin that heads the admins of the site, talks in red; CLOCKEH, an admin that’s over-excited on becoming one, talks in purple, youngest admin on the site, and a ton of other people. There’s usually just a ton of untalking people’s names on the chat log just to make the chat look more realistic. There was once I got so insane about this I made a wiki about it on my computer, so I had tons of info for this post.
How I love these strange memories.
Some People Are Just Plain Stupid.
25 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
Today some girls in my class that absolutely adore SHINee posted on Facebook that we should all just stop posting bad things about SHINee (when we clearly haven’t). One of the posts that made me facepalm was this:
Can you ppl who dislike SHINee not insult them ? Who cares if you dislike them ? We don’t care. But if you insult them. That, we care. Everybody have their personal likes and dislike. Respect everyone’s thought, then we can have a fun year together. ^^
First she tells everyone that they don’t care if we dislike them, and we should shut up unless we had something good to say about them. Then she proceeds to saying that everyone has their personal likes and dislikes, and we should respect everyone’s thoughts when she apparently isn’t. She only respects the thoughts of those who have similar likings to her, and that was what made me irritated, combined with the utterly grammar-free paragraph and fail sentence posture.
Another said we had no good taste in music if we hated SHINee. Hello, you’re the person who likes totally meaningless music. (Although the worst sort is probably rap – instead of making our ears bleed, why not just talk normally instead?)
Conclusion. 90% of girls in my class are ridiculously prejudiced. And silly.
All The Signs of a Slowly Dying Computer
24 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
My PC now restarts slower than my laptop starts up.
My PC is the newer computer, while my laptop is a good old monster computer with about 1kg of overall weight, and had withstood tons of viruses. But it’s start-up is ten times slower than my PC, and no gaming can be done on it. So I mostly use my PC.
But now I’ve realised how slowly my PC restarts now, possibly after too much TF2. It now loads games rather slowly and at times hangs for no reason. I’ve long since bugged my father to get us a new PC, but he refuses, saying as long as the PC is usable, it shall be used. It’s usable, but only just over the “usable” mark.
My laptop, my dear monster computer, starts up very slowly but has an excellent Wi-Fi connection, a terrible Bluetooth connection, a wonderous sound system and a quick buffer. On the downside games can’t be played on it, not even Java-based games like Minecraft, especially not Team Fortress 2. Steam works on it, though, but it doesn’t auto-sign-in like it does on my PC.
And now, all that said, maybe I shall now attempt a bit of TF2 before the dreaded tuition.
