Here’s the update to the situation last night.

SBB left for home after our rendevous in the evening, and freed up my late evening.

Had arranged to meet the gang at 9.30pm for a game of Battlefield 2 for the 3rd time in 4 days(yes, you have a new addict here, who needs her dose of Counterstrike or Battlefield as she shrills her sessions away with cut-glass pitch) at Cineleisure.

Yes, don’t start saying how I am slow in picking this up. I only first encountered Counterstrike couple of months ago, and this meetup.

2nd time was Battlefield 2 on the 23rd.

3rd time was Counterstrike again on 26th.

4th time, was, last night. Battlefield 2.

To insure ourselves, Nick and I had told VampTreSS to meet us at 9pm.

Mr Nick had brilliantly informed everyone else the meeting time of 9.30pm, and secretly told them to tell VampTreSS that it was 9pm.

And being the one staying the furthest away from town, I should leave slightly earlier just to meet them in time.

Please tell me you didn’t notice that I was still home blogging at 9.12pm(Evidence: Exhibit A – The blog post below).

I messaged Nick, who was with Max and Brian at Great World City(Grade A asswipes!).

10pm, he said.

Smart move on my part. If I left home there and then, I would be there on time.

I grew sceptical, and dilly-dallied a little more, before I finally sashayed out in my scarlet turtle-necked top.

9.30pm, it was.

When I was on the train at 10pm, VampTreSS called. it was the time she was about to leave home(Professional asswipes!).

I reached at 10.20pm, with a call coming in from Nick.

Max, Brian and him had just reached, going up the lift.

Apparently, Miss VampTreSS made it there at 10.10pm. One of the earliest.

So, I was the latest!

But can you imagine my horror when I realised everyone had just reached JUST minutes before I did, and had yet to start their game?

And those baskets had the audacity to name me THE asswipe of the day.

First and only time only, ya know? Muahahahaha.

Uhm, oh, and the night before.

But that is another story, and wasn’t exactly my fault.

Brian’s himboism silliness stupidity riding skills bad sense of timing (what’s new from a himbo?) was the culprit.

The night was spent with 2 hours of intense shooting and being killed(well, what’s new when it’s me playing?).

I tried to drive the stupid jeep and was abhorred to find myself hitting the wall and reversed into another wall, and banged into the same wall in front of me again.

I gave up.

But I managed to drive it twice yesterday!

Yay!

I managed to kill the others too(sometimes)!

Considering my first attempt at CounterStrike was only ONE glorious kill the first time round, to finally managing some kills is..*cough* no mean feat.

My first Battlefield game on 23rd, managed only 1 kill too. *Sulks*

The 2nd round that night, I finally did much more.

Happy, happy, is me.

And a surprise call came in, in the midst of my game.

From faraway Netherlands.

The chorus of gunshots, grenades and military command muffled most of the conversation, but it was nonetheless pleasant.

I was said to sound like a robot at times, and a -gasp- MAN(don’t believe Paikia when he says I have a babyish voice, alright?) at some other.

The only booboo was when I was trying to drive the jeep, I rammed into the wall and I shrieked.

My instant response was to apologise to the dutch man, and matter-of-factly said that I had just driven my car into a wall.

He got a slight shock, and thought I was driving, and had crashed, literally.

Oops.

I had to explain it was a game, and I didn’t how to put across Battlefield 2 to him.

The call ended abruptly as I was caught between gunfires.

The witty one was quick to throw in a jibe, ‘Oh, for a moment I thought you are really driving. I didn’t think your friends would want to be in your car if you really are!‘

Grr………..

Come on friends, I am sure you guys wouldn’t mind being my passengers if I ever do drive, right?!

*Vicious stare*

Good.

The game went on for 2 hours, and I am slowly coming to terms with my motion sickness when playing PC game.

And I wonder if anyone would be nice enough to buy me an authentic CD for the game. Counterstrike would be cool too.

I know Christmas is over… but I can always wish for but there’s 12 days of Christmas, right?

There’s still New Year, Chinese New Year, Valentine’s, and… my birthday, right?

The force for the night consisted of Brian, Charles, Max, Nick, VampTreSS, and Roy, who failed his advanced theory last night joined us late.

Brian, Nick and I were a team, and the other 3 formed the other.

I have a bad habit of yelping when I am under attacked, or when I panicked when someone blasted me to shreds.

I would feel as if I am at a real war, you see.

I would even lift my fingers away from the mouse and keyboard, just to cover my ears with my hands when I am scared shitless by the gunshots from opposition.

The rollers of the chair I sat comfortably on would set into motion as I pushed myself away from the computer, in a bid to dodge the sudden attack.

I finally met my match last night when this girl, who was watching her boyfriend playing some PC game, kept on screaming sharply as she watched him playing the hero.

When an enemy appeared, she would start to get panic, and occasionally hit the guy’s arm repeatedly to warn him, as she yelled out in horror.

The game ended half past 12, and Brian, Nick, Roy, VampTreSS and I went for supper across the road, at Youth Park.

It was early, at around half past 1, when our night ended.

I stopped at the bus stop, to call a friend whom I was worried about, before I boarded a cab home in the foggy night.

Take care, baby. We would tide you through this phase. We’re here.

Though I will not offer my tongue nor fingers.

You too, take care, and we too, are concerned about you, though you may think we are just helping her.

Had a short phone call with SBB, before I took a shower and relaxed right before the monitor.

I felt kinda… at peace.

Finally some private time for myself, after an intense week of gatherings and town-bound trips.

I indulged in my book, some other casual readings, and even some brief conversations on MSN with a few people.

Even had a 3-way call with Roy and Vamp.

Nick couldn’t sleep and came online and we traded songs.

Another surprise call came in when the one who was supposed to be asleep called during one of his toilet breaks at 4.30.

Merry Christmas, Sweetie, he said.

Ha. Do you always stop by the computer to read blogs during your toilet breaks?

A short phone call which went on beyond the intended timing.

It was 6am when my phone was placed back on its cradle.

I read for another hour, before I gave way to fatigue.

My first fulfilling sleep in a week.

I dragged myself up when it was almost 5pm, amazed by the quality of rest I had.

I read.

I fell overwhelmed by tiredness again at late 6ish, and I succumbed to it.

The next time when SBB‘s call shrilled and startled me, I was amused and aghasted to find it was already 9.15pm at night.

I was amazed by the quantity of rest I had.

Ah well.

And yet, I still hasn’t quite find that urge in me to blog. But will try to, really.

Perhaps, it had been a long, well-deserved break I had decided to give my mind and body.

It was good.

And the day spent at home, is something I had looked forward to since Christmas’ eve, which I didn’t cos of the obligation to head out, sometimes even find myself going against my will.

I am just glad that I have a heavy dose of it today.

Well-rejuvenated.

I should be more generous with the peace I spare myself in the coming year.