10% Exp To Level 18!

im currently addicted to this game called "RealLifeStory" - kinda like Second Life (click here to find out about Second Life) but only more realisitc.

in fact, i'm playing it 24/7.

heck, i've played it in school, at work, in church and and home - im totally hooked.

i play it day and night and night to day - even in the wee hours of the morning.

it's a cross-platformer - on the PC, PSP, DS, Xbox, Xbox360, PsX, Ps2 and Ps3, as well as all other upcoming and even those decfunct gaming consoles. i find myself very unable to put RealLifeStory down.

it's an engaging game that is as complex as it can be - you get to interact with many character units, buy/trade/sell stuff, and even get into relationships (though i have been unsuccessful at this stage of the gameplay).

the class system is more diverse than many other games out there - one can choose to be a variety of classes, specialise in an almost infinite selection of feats and multi-class like there's no tomorrow.

NO TWO CHARACTERS ARE THE SAME. isn't that fantastic? what other game can possibly boast of a better class and feat system?

the mechanics are as realistic as games get - i daresay its the most realistic up to date. the complex engines used in the game, the graphical interface and almost every other aspect have been crafted by top-notch technology: it's so state of the art that it dwarfs almost any other gaming engine, and its been coded by the best Game Architect around.

i'm levelling up to level 18 soon - in fact, im currently 3 Exp away from levelling.

the Exp gain system is hard - in fact, it's hardly linear.

Exp is gained through various scenes and almost all areas of gameplay - its insane but its addictve.

though parts of the game may be exasperating, the good parts more than make up for it. at times i find myself cryingg my heart out, and at other times i find myself grinning like a madman.

i also found a way to increase the gaming odds - though its not always in my favour, the scenes and instances all lead toward a better gaming experience and are ultimately the best route my character can take - its totally imba.

im going back to my game now - for those who want the webbie and start playing this fabtabulous game, click here.

Level Eighteen, here i come!

Dark Clouds On The Horizon.

he looked to the heavens - and saw only shadow.

the dark clouds gathered themselves, amidst the impending storm

they seemed to whisper to him through the wind - "you'll never get abck in time, technomancer. not while we're here."

the darm clouds leered through the darkened sky.

the technomancer quickened his pace - he only had one shot at this. his stride widened and his pace accelerated. he couldn't afford to lose this.

the technomancer had made a fatal error - he left his personal shielding system back at the Guild.

around the technomancer, the wind howled as if in mourning, and the leaves swirled around haplessly in the winds of the storm. all around him, the villagers were panicking; they ran frantically towards and past the technomancer, away from the source of terror..

but the technomancer walked on, against all odds and toward the entity that drove fear deep into any normal being's heart.

".. Non Timebo Mala.."

he did not fear.

the first faint drops of water alerted his senses - they shot from the heavens like an arrow into his eye. he blinked, and started running toward his destination.

he was close, and yet not close enough. he was running out of time.

he entered the contraption the laymen called a "elevator", and ascended to his humble abode. the dark clouds began to amass into a huge mass of darkness and shadow - the spell was almost complete.

the technomancer sprang into action - expertly bringing in that which was left out to dry, and he repeated it time and time again until none were left - his job was complete. he sat down, breathing and trying to regain his stamina.

the winds wailed and thrashed against the windows, and the rain fell like liquid fire from the heavens.. but they did not get what they sought.

the technomancer had won.

as the storm raged, the technomancer summoned his port-a-brolly and activated it. he stepped out of his dwelling, and stared at the dark clouds. 

they could not harm him now.

he wearily started the long journey back to the guild, while the rain pelted him left and right.

although he was physically tired, the small victory he had against the Storm strengthened him, and gave him the confidence to face his next battle - 

another day of paperwork awaited.

City Commander.

taking pics @ 1+ am with me feeling a little woozy makes the pics all blurry - and my eyes too.
but i am happy.. and here's why: ^_____________________________________^
Ta-Dah! City Commander Classics Ultra Magnus!

(these are bad pics taken by a shaking hand!)

New Beginnings.

the process of taking out a new toy from its packaging is priceless - the feeling is almost indescribable.

the smell of the crisp packaging.

the rustle of the plastic.

the folding sound of the cardboard.

the smoothness of the plastic.

the colours of the toy.

these things serve one purpose - to give the feeling that will be otherwise hardly found anywhere else.

i bought a new toy yesterday and opened it up - having searched for months for that particular item, the joy was doubled - and it served as a distraction from my fever.

i opened the box.

i took out the toy.

and.

and.

and..

its arm fell off.

the hinge was broken.

i stared at the toy and looked at the broken arm on the floor.

i stared at the broken arm on the floor and looked at the toy.

..

..

and i entombed its remains from whence it came.

hopefully i'll be able to get a replacement (if such a thing even exists for a rare item like that.)

haiz..

Metaphorically Speaking.

disclaimer: 

this post is in no way connected and/or targetted at an individual - it is to merely bring up a subject which i thought of while clearing my bowels.

interpretations of my post are subject to an individual's disposition and/or mood when the individual reads the post, as well as the individual's intellectual level.

not understanding a post is okay, but giving needless/worthless criticism is largely unwelcome should one feel strongly about one's interpretation.

as always, my blog is purely entertainment-based (for both you and I) and is not to be taken seriously or quoted for truth.

i shall now attempt to explain the differences between a statement being impossibly cryptic and a statement being metaphorically spoken.

what am i talking about?

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being impossibly cryptic:

suppose someone sat down next to you on a bumpy bus ride.

the person whispers into your ear.

"coconut."

he turns away and stares outside the window.

it is impossible for one to determine what the person is talking about; his statement has no head or tail whatsoever, and without a single clue about what the person's talking about, one is thus unable to find out the true meaning of that statement.

now THAT is being impossibly cryptic.

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now for speaking metaphorically:

suppose someone sat down next to you on a bumpy bus ride.

the person whispers into your ear.

"your face kannasai sia!"

he turns and stares outside the window.

now what the person's trying to say is NOT that your face is made out of poop, it is a metaphor;

he is comparing your face to poop, and not stating it literally. one is thus able to draw the conclusion that one's face is being compared to a pile of unsightly waste; and can now derive that the person immensely dislikes your face.

now THAT is speaking metaphorically.

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what am i trying to say here?

statements that are metaphorically made are structured in a way so as to provoke one's thoughts and get someone thinking; usually this enables someone to find out the true meaning of the post if one simply thinks for a short period of time.

impossibly cryptic posts/statements are when someone posts a blogpost/statement in an msn conversation without any real significance to the recipient:

these statements cannot possibly be decrypted due to the nigh-impossible conclusions that can be drawn from said statement.

please do know the difference.

have a nice day. :)

the Fourth Day

bodies were strewn about in the battlefield known as Desktop.

the data demons, battered by the renewed forces of the Technomancer's army, retreated back to from whence they came; with their tails between their legs and whimpering, and their number was decimated by more than a third.

the resurrected army, now victorious, began to rebuild their once great data empire, and the System - the world they resided in, was now at peace again.

however, the possibility still exists that the data demons would recover from their staggering defeat and rise up again to challenge the peaceful town that is Compaq FP 5315. the hermit EASEUS retreated back to his cave, living his life of solitude once again - the spoils of the war meant nothing to him.

elsewhere on a distant continent, the metropolis of C:// drove their attackers off with the legendary warrior known as The Antivirus Program, armed with his sword known as the SearchAndDestroy, and his shield known as RealTimeVirusProtection. the kingdom, now fortified fully again, eliminated all traces of their invaders and rebuilt their fortress twice as high, and their walls twice as thick.

the rural villiage of D:// was abandonded as soon as word of defeat of the demon army assaulting C:// reached their ears - the demons fled, fearing the legendary warrior. 

the denizens of D:// returned to its peaceful farming ways, and was left in peace.

the data demons would not threaten either place again for a long time.

...and all was well.

Ze Third Day.

it's the third day in this epic adventure..

the hermit EASEUS Data Recovery Wizard Professional completed his data seance around lunchtime.

browsing through the corpses of old data, i prepared a techno-spell program that would resurrect them, sacrificing the bodies of fresh packets of data in the process.

it's taking a horribly long time - some data spirits were resistant and some just didn't fit - adjustments had to be made.

a few corpses were resurrected a few hours after lunchtime - but alas! they escaped off into the unknown beyond and i had to track them down, using my trusty Searchdog.

and as the spell continues to resurrect the freshly dead pieces of data, and the Searchdog tracks the escapees down, i can only wait and chronicle my adventure and wonder: What more would come my way?

great. the third day of work and i'm still cleaning up from the second day..

not a very good sign.

Blessed Or Cursed?

i have once again returned to the life of a worker drone - albiet not as mindless as the job i had before at NTUC Income (Tampines Branch).
i am currently an errand boy, expected to do what comes my way..
and i have stumbled upon the greatest treasure one can find in an office.. a living legend.

a computer at work that allows msn AND blogger is almost a myth - an urban legend passed down from generation to deprived generation.
many have seen the benefits of it firsthand, but have not lived to tell the tale; their throats slit and pathways destroyed by the guardian of myth known as the Server Administrator.

and yet here it is in front of me.. but the proverbial cave of treasure came with a dragon as well.

enjoying the benefits of this awesome workplace yesterday, i nevertheless had something buzzing away at my sixth sense like a mosquito hungry for my sweet, sweet blood. but i brushed it away.

this morning, i arrived only to find a comatose desktop computer in front of me - its face was blank; unresponsive despite repeated attempts to prod it awake.
i later discovered the cause - in an attempt to conduct body modification on itself and heighten its senses, it had an infection due to a piercing gone awry - and it was dying as i watched.

in a desperate attempt to save its data, i plunged my hands deep into its core and tried locating the infection - but to no avail. the data crumbled away as i looked on helplessly.

i sought the help of an old hermit known as EASEUS Data Recovery Wizard Professional, who helped ressurect my deceased data months ago. as he sat there and executed an endless chant of commands, diving deep into a virtual realm-induced trance, i sat there and waited..

and chronicled this adventure.
have i been hexed by an unknown command prompt program?
first my laptop, and now my work computer - could it get any worse?

as i sit in the dingy cubicle-cave structure and stare at the screen, mindlessly jotting down my thoughts in my trusted blog, i nevertheless feel a sense of loss and failure - the once great technomancer known as FeiZai has been reduced to a babbling wreck behind a desk.

my senses tell me there's more to come - indeed; i am the only one who can spit from the 16th floor and hit somebody who happened to step into the trajectory of the glob of saliva (even though he wasn't there before.)

there's more to come.. and i can only brace myself for the inevitable onslaught of techno-demons that are out for my blood - the technomancer who has slain many of their kind.


there's more to come..
and its only the second day.

letting down the defenses of my kingdom of TravelMate5720 for a short period to attempt to port forward a program has proved to be its undoing.

unbeknownst to the benevolent King, the rebels have long sought to infiltrate and plunder the rich kingdom; to kill the men and enslave the women and children.

the rebels have waited from the dawn of time, forming plan after plan, plot after plot; but all were foiled under the King's watchful eye. none passed.. until now.

the drawbridge was lowered in a bid to establish better trading routes across the endless seas of WWW, but in that brief moment, tragedy - and a horde of ravenous, raving monstrosities - struck hard and fast.

the defenses were broken through like a hot knife through butter and they flooded in,  the multitudes long since pent up against the nigh-impenetrable defenses. the peaceful metropolis of C:// and the rural village of D:// were invaded with a swarm of data-corrupting devils.

the auxillary troops were ill-equipped - such an event could not possibly have transpired given the divine shields around the kingdom..

and they were struck down like children against an ogre.

wooden horses were seen bashing through folder apartments and ninja-assasin trackers killed the innocent and guilty alike. screams filled the air, and raw data stained the virtual ground.

my kingdom has now been infested with a legion of viruses which i am currently weeding out and burning at the proverbial stake. under the cover of night, armed with only the shield of AVG Anti-Virus Free and a cup of hot coffee, i begin my dark work.

call me.. Cheng.

the Demon Virus Slayer.

2 More Reasons Why Mcdonald's Is BAD.

by the way. it's spelled MCDONALDS and not MACDONALDS.
;)
enjoy the read.

On September 8, STOMP received an e-mail from STOMPer Nightwind about his encounter that involved rats falling from the ceiling of a Tampines branch of McDonald's.

In the original e-mail, Nightwind says:

“At about 9.30pm today, September 6 2008, I was at the 24-hour Mcdonald's outlet located at Tampines Central 1 Blk 513, between Tampines Bus Interchange and CPF building, when rats started falling from the holes in the false ceiling.

“Initially it was just a group of about five or six teenage girls who started exclaiming and screaming in the direction of my table.

“My friends and I thought that maybe a cat wandered into the restaurant and we started looking around.

“The intermittent screaming also attracted the stares of surrounding patrons.

“My friends started noticing small black objects falling from the ceiling.

“It’s then that two rats fell from the ceiling behind me and landed on the floor inches away from me. More screaming.

“Everyone then quickly cleared the area under the false ceiling.

“The teenage girls -- still screaming -- quickly left the restaurant.

“More than half a dozen baby rats fell from the ceiling and were scurrying everywhere.

“The McDonald's staff scrambled to chase after the rats.

“They were also trying to assure everyone that there were no more rats in the ceiling.

“The manager and staff quickly caught several of the baby rats, and took them outside the restaurant, presumably to throw them onto the grass patches.

“They continued to assure everyone that there were no more rats, and that's when another baby rat poked out from one of the ceiling holes.

“I took a picture with my phone at this time, though the rat cannot be clearly seen.

“The manager climbed onto a chair and tried to hit the baby rat to dislodge it, and the rat fell onto the floor stunned.

“He then picked up the rat and ran outside. The rest of the staff quickly caught the rest of the rats and removed them from the premises.

“Failing to convince anyone that there are no more rats in the ceiling, the staff then put up notices not to occupy those seats, and started taping black plastic bags to the ceiling holes.

“Many patrons were puzzled regarding the ‘reserved seats’ and the covered holes in the ceiling.

“McDonald's did not provide any explanation, try to talk to any of the patrons, or make any further effort to prevent anyone from occupying the seats beneath the false ceiling.

“They basically tried to pretend that nothing ever happened.

“By the time I left, about 1 hour 30 minutes after the ‘rat fallout’, several of the taped up black bags were already starting to fall off.

“I think that McDonald's is rather irresponsible in that they had no guarantee that no rats were going to be falling from their ceiling again, letting people sit beneath the ceiling holes.

“I've had some experience with dealing with rats from my army days, and seeing that all the rats that fell are baby rats, there's probably a whole infestation of rats in the ceiling.

“So I am very sure there are more rats in there.

“Following the incident, I have made a call to NEA and The New Paper.

“As I patronise this outlet frequently, I hope they can clean up soon.

“I shudder to think of rats falling on my head next time."

STOMP has since contacted McDonald's regarding the issue and in a response dated September 9, Linda Ming, a Senior Communications Manager for the company, says:

"We refer to your query dated 8 September 2008, prompted by a customer email on rodents falling from the ceiling.

"At McDonald’s, we are committed to providing our customers with an enjoyable dining experience in a clean and safe environment.

"Cleanliness is one of the basic fundamentals that we never compromise on in this business.

"Apart from rigorous daily cleaning and regular maintenance and checks, we also work very closely with the relevant agencies and community to maintain the highest standards of cleanliness in our restaurants and trading area.

"We have investigated the incident with representatives from the Tampines Town Council and the National Environment Agency (NEA). As the ceiling area is not exclusive to McDonald’s, the Town Council will be working closely with NEA to trace and eliminate the source of the problem.

"Additionally, to ensure the incident will not recur in our restaurant, we are taking immediate steps to seal up access to the ceiling above the restaurant.

"The situation is the first and an isolated one.

"Please be assured that we will continue to co-operate with the Town Council and NEA to monitor the situation very closely".

source: http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=33949

I went to the outlet at Compasspoint on 3 Sep 08 at about 10pm. I ordered 2 Double Cheeseburger and a 9 Pcs Chicken Nuggets. After which I asked for Curry Sauce and Chilli Sauce to take away.

When i got home, which was a short 2 mins ride, TO MY HORROR, when i opened the packet of curry sauce, i was greeted with a "smell" and there were many tiny maggots crawling inside with a portion of the curry sauce which have turned black and harden and possibly rotting.





I wrote in to feedback to Macdonalds the same night, and this morning (4 Sep) i had a call from a Business Manager apologising for this encounter, the first thing she asked was if i had kept the packet of curry sauce!

The maggots were crawling out, obviously i had it disposed as soon as i took the photos, and in our conversation she also mentioned that this is not isolated to the outlet at Compasspoint! It was island wide as it could be a supplier problem. I think it is ridiculous! She also told me there were a few complaints already.

Shouldn't they stop giving out curry sauce while pending investigation? It was "fortunate" for me that the rotting and maggots were visible. For those packets which have not turned black may have maggots swimming in the sauce which is not known to the consumer. I asked her if they do check the expiry date of the sauces, she mentioned that the turnover for curry sauce is very high thus unlikely it would hit past the expiry date.

Then my question is, if it is not even past its expiry date and it is rotting with maggots, what's going on???

This just serves as a warning to fellow Macdonalds consumers to watch out before dipping your food into curry sauce, you may not know what is swimming and growing in there...


source: http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/showthread.php?t=2087009

Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson's birthday falls on the 29th of August - and i found just this little tidbit on the net - a digitally aged picture of what a 50 year old Michael Jackson (without any surgery) would look like.
it was done by "the Photoshop whizzes at the Daily Mail (a british newspaper)" as the source stated.

Left: MJ as he is currently.
Right: what MJ would have looked like now without surgery.

Source: http://www.buzzfeed.com/scott/michael-jackson-sans-surgery

he looks a hundred times better in the photo on the right.
such a waste.

Why not just tell people I'm an alien from Mars. Tell them I eat live chickens and do a voodoo dance at midnight. They'll believe anything you say, because you're a reporter. But if I, Michael Jackson, were to say, "I'm an alien from Mars and I eat live chickens and do a voodoo dance at midnight", people would say, "Oh, man, that Michael Jackson is nuts. He's cracked up. You can't believe a damn word that comes out of his mouth".

—Michael Jackson

source: Wikipedia.

COWABUNGA!

i saw this totally awesome moth in my room just now and took a few pictures of it.





awesome, isn't it?

and now for my favourite word EVER: COWABUNGA!
The ninja turtles said it, the surfer dudes said it - and now you'll say it too!

Cowabunga

1. (slang) an expression of surprise or amazement, often followed by "dude"

   Cowabunga, dude! Look at that crazy house!

the world is full of totally AWESOME THINGS.
like this quote which i shall use to end off this post:

"There is no price to pay for awesomeness or attractiveness" - Po (Dream sequence), Kung Fu Panda (2008)

Dreaming.

i think my terrapin dreams.

on my way to the toilet and back at this unearthly hour, i see my terrapin with limbs splayed out, eyes shut and head slightly above the water.
i can even hear him breathing ever so softly.

he twitches his head every few minutes and his eyelids flutters a little - no, he's not having fits.
i believe it's called REM (click here for wiki link).


do animals dream?


what could the little movements of my terrapin mean? does he dream of frolicking in the fresh, clear ponds of some mountain in the land of Nod?
does he dream of chasing a fish, hunting down his prey before devouring it whole?

or does he simply dream of flying gloriously like a bird, or running on the savannah like a lion?


does he dream of escaping this prison in an unknown house situated far from a body of water - Bedok Reservoir, where his brethren are smashed mercilessly against rocks by step-macho dragonboaters, having their faces and skulls torn out by illegal fishermen and having their eyes burned by the chlorinated water?

does he dream of greater things?






or maybe he's just sleeping and feeling uncomfortable.

KFC Teachers' Day 2008

Kids For Christ Teachers' Day 2008:
warning: picture heavy. i'm talking 300+ pics here.