so this is the new year

Aloha, my name is Lin. This blog here you're stalking/reading/happened to land on, belongs to me.

So today's the eve of the Chinese New Year. Gong Xi Fa Cai to the friends I know who celebrate it. Eventhough I'm a third Chinese, I only get green packets. I'm sitting here in front of my computer contemplating why the heck I decided to sign up for a new blog and what the hell and I going to do with this one.

Blog-addict. Yes I own more than one and more often than not, I toss them aside after I get bored. But this time round I am going to make sure that I don't leave this lil haven of mine to die a sad neglected death. It's the era of camwhoring so expect your eyes to bleed a lot.

I've been battlefielding with the gang a lot. Every Friday we rendezvous at City Hall and get locked and loaded to arti each other's bases and run people over with tanks and trucks. There is much joy and perverse delight in sniping someone's head just as they're about to capture the flag. YOU LIKE THAT BITCH! Of course, we can't forget the random outbursts from Sargeant Ed 'Bonnie-chan' coming over to his team mates and telling them;


Don't cluster together! You want to get clusterfucked is it?!

It's a barrel of laughs. Sniper battles and roadkill. Getting blown up by C4 strapped to your tank and the bitch of fixing the ground radar and artillery only to get it fucked again. Ho well. At least at the end of the night, people who rarely talk and communicate with each other have now formed some bond. It's like going to the army, minus the BMT and being stuck in camp for the week and getting your head shaved bald. Also, you don't really get fucked by your 'sargeants' after the battle is over.

Next thing we should be trying is Battlefield 2142. I hear the mechs are awesome and each time I think of it, the goliaths from Starcraft come into mind.

Goliath Online

You can see that apart from hanging out with friends and bumming around wasting my measly pay from the-job-that-robs-you-of-humanity, I spend way too much time with computers and games.

It's strange how now I seem to see things from a more detached point of view. I've said this to Commander Adik (who pretty much believes that he is Corporal Neo Lai Shen [of which when read out loud reads: no license]):

I thank God for blessing me with friends like these. Who sit beside you, tag-teaming and capturing flags, who can talk with you till 7 in the morning because you're feeling like crud, inside jokes, the feeling of family and sincerity and chilled out lepakness.

Big Brother, Adik and the Knight: For being my pillars of support, be they emotional and psychological. For giving me sound advice and for telling me that it's ok to cry and let it all out but also to remember that it's the beginning to acknowledgement and eventual healing.

Janathema: My kindred soul, my other half. One whom I can possibly get married to if not for the fact that her boyfriend would probably strangle me. For being a sound listening ear, coffee at the bean and starbucks, random topic jumps from celebrities to sex to politics and earthly Gaia matters.

The Three Brothers: Because I feel like a man around you guys! Haha. But seriously, you guys are hella fun and you make me laugh so much I wonder why I didn't hang out more often before (oh wait, we all kinda know why now). For the punches Ahmad give me on my arm, for Marcus's random bursts into Dashboard Confessional songs and for Chris's knowing smile and waiting-for-us-to-forget-so-he-doesn't-get-the-two-fry thing. It's a long story.

The Precious: You are special to me, if you think you aren't special to anyone at all. Ok? You know I love you and I know you're capable of proving to yourself (not to others) .

Sniper, Capman, Ah Beng and the President: FOR KING AND COUNTRY! FOR THE HORDE! Ok. Salah. ;) But I'm sure you guys get what I mean.

Work. Neverwhere. Sports. Life is simple when you narrow down the objectives. Always the case ain't it?

PICSPAM!

One of the first forays into the land of Battlefield. This is the post-game battle. Opposites unite to feast on pricey MacDonald breakfast. From left to right: Sniperboy, token Indian, Cap man and Khai's arm.

And some of us were so exhausted we comatosed whilst waiting for the midnight surcharge to pass. Also, this guy is the Adik and alternately known as Corporal Neo Lai Shen. I sayang and am fiercely protective over this one.

Mademoiselle Janathema. Kindred soul/spirit and randomness partner-in-crime.

This here, is my Big Brother. Our first gig outside Victoria Concert Hall, extra Literature tutorials, brownies... remember the brownies. He's a gem, truly he is. One in a million and he roxors the soxors!

One of the three. Mister Marcus Tung of the wandering tongue. Mambo King who's got me hooked to Akon's I Wanna Fuck You.

The Knight in indie armour slash lead guitar slash backup vocals for Neverwhere. Never would have thought we'd all have ended up like this eh?

And in earlier shots, it was before I got the haircut-that-finally-made-me-happy. Damn, you have no idea how low-maintainance short hair is.









♥ Lin