Monday, November 12, 2007



Yesterday, I woke up and promptly fell back asleep almost immediately.

When I finally actually woke up, I shamefully decided not to go Church because it's like so so paiseh to go without Yang En, especially since I've not really bonded or interacted much with the other JSMers. I shall have to work on that.

I wonder how Veloci-T is going.

Went out to Cafe Cartel for lunch. The St Louis' Ribs are still the uber sex. The Sirloin Steak was definitely a hit too, with the delicious Texas-style sauce. And let's not reveal that the pasta went excellently with the sauce, a wonderful surprise because I don't particularly like that kind of pasta. Linguini, is it?

Hit Jo's place after that to go play the new Bleach game for Wii, Bleach: Shattered Blade. It's fricking retarded because it's just insanely swinging your arms round and round and round faster than your opponent can. Who cares about the stamina bar when every fricking hit can supercancel into a Guard Break or a Critical. Debatable fighting system, especially since several characters seem overpowered, Uquiorra being a prime example with his cheapass emo self-slashing move. Yoruichi and Grimmjow are close seconds, and Yoruichi's Teleport -> 2HitCombo ->GuardBreak/Critical -> Bankai...Broken shit. Half the life bar gone instantly and the ability to pull it off twice is just crazy. What's really broken is the ability to Attack/Guard break at almost any given moment. Any combo, if blocked can instantly transit into a Guard Break which flows into almost all Bankai comboes ( except for Rukia's whose Bankai is a bitch and a half to execute ). Similarly, any combo can be blocked and Attack-Broken without needing skill, so it's actually a race to see who Attack-Breaks or Guard-Breaks first.

Hitsugaya and Hinamori have also dropped in power from the PSP Heat The Soul game. Hinamori takes forever to use any attack and her Tobiume flies so slowly Stephen Hawkings could outrace it in his wheelchair. Hitsugaya's Bankai Dragon-Form is banana slow and the Bankai itself takes enough time to come out that Steve Irwin could run away from it in time.

But back to reality. We went to Uncle Lester's house to eat popiah see Megan. So after eating the popiah seeing Megan, we promptly sat down and started talking. We meaning Nigel, Kegan, Jo-Ann and I.

It was really, really nice to be able to sit down with them and just talk. From sharing ghost stories, to the stupidities of our daily lives and the reminiscences of the past... It was like old times again. And now that all four of us unanimously agreed that playing computer games really sucks big balls, we need to find something to do together again.

Little summary of what we talked about:

Nigel's 'spooky' experience with the Loyang Red House.
My PSLTC NightWalk Victorian sighting on the 4th floor.
Nigel's potato cannon that destroyed several flower pots.
Me driving the Bintain Buggy and Jo-Ann falling off and chasing after it screaming 'Wait wait I fell off the buggy!'
Nigel kick-starting the Buggy and nearly driving into the pool.
The many near-wall-crashes.
Blowing out the tires by driving the buggy over a road hump at full speed.
The uber small island with the jellyfish and fishes that we would swim out to.
How I caught all those small fishes.
How those small fishes died.
Nigel's lighting of the firecracker, in his hands with a lighter.
How the firecracker exploded almost immediately, numbing my ears and Nigel's hand.
All the pyromaniacal times we had together. Building 'sand volcanoes', dumping sparkler powder inside and igniting the whole damn thing, resulting in fiery explosions and the sand 'magma.'
Our trusty cauldron that saw us through 1 year of weekly burnings and pyromaniacal indulgence before being destroyed.
Charlene's house that we turned into a rocket.
Uncle Swee King stopping us from playing with fire, spraying the fire with water and turning it into a huge blaze.
Our hugeass wax bricks that never withstood the test of time. or fire.
Our attempted 'cooking' attempts.
How one cooking attempt shot a 'fireball' at Nigel, and he fired his 'fire' cannon at me as a result.
Scraping the wax off my backyard after our fire escapades.
How we dug holes in beaches, then covered it with twigs and leaves and sometimes disguised it as a hopscotch area and waited for people to fall in.


Oh... there're just too many experiences to even list down, and it warms my heart with the fond memories of my childhood.

Talking with the Co Members, I realized that my childhood was really different from others. I mean, even back then, I knew that we were different, but...

Other spent their childhood playing games, watching tv and with lego.

Before any of us were past 12, we were playing with fire, causing explosions, building cannons, digging traps and waiting for people to fall in. We were also well-versed in cards, climbing trees and scaling walls. We skateboarded down dangerously-vertical slopes and slides and sprained body parts about once a week.

And you know what?
I love it.
I loved it so much.

Because looking back. Would I rather have been indoors watching Barney, or playing Pokemon cards?

Or would I rather have been having so much fun. Yeah, we got injured. We got burnt a lot of times by the fire and the 'backfiring' (no pun intended) of several pyro experiments. We skateboarded and sprained a lot of ankles and wrists as results. We played full-block catching, running up and down 4 blocksof 17 stories each, ending up utterly exhausted. It was tiring, and painful .

But it was fun. And I loved it. I love it. I will always love it.

So here's a cyber-toast to the escapades of Nigel Ang, Kegan Ang, Ng Jo-Ann and Linus Ong. To the pyromaniacal, sadistic and insane adventures and experiments we had at the ages of 10.

Cheers.