Date:
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Time: 4:46 PM
DotA
Ooooh! DotA is fun! =D Went LANing yesterday with some SBM peeps. 0_0 Kw owns in DotA. He's the king DotA player. But.. eventually I'll break out of the newbie state I'm currently in and evolve into a killer player capable of... killing. I think I was really starting to improve in the second game... thanks to fz's coaching. =D Thank you Thank you. Pear killed me a whole bunch of times too ... I think 5 or 6 0_0 So darn you pear. And that Dickson person killed me in the fist game ever time he saw me!! So darn him too.
Tomorrow we have the trails thing in the morning. =D Can't wait! I love field trips... and I like the floor at the Asian Civilizations Museum. AND its Buddhist artifacts so its spiritually good. =D .... =.= its also really early in the morning... I don't think the museum is even open before 10 am!! and were meeting there at 8.30 am meaning i have to leave the house by.....7.50 =.= and in order to have drank enough coffee to function at that hour ill have to wake up at.... 6.45 -.- lovely. But poor Sel has to get up even earlier if shes going =( and YH lives in Tampines =(
Alright I'm now going to present to you Chapter 2 of An MRT Story- based on true events. Enjoy =D
Chapter 2-
As I walked through the tunnel leading me from the plane to the airport terminal , a gush of warm air hit me in the face. The temperature difference between France and this tropical country was much more than I had expected. I reached down the loosen the collar of my shirt, the sweat drops already forming on my fore head. 'Belington could have given me a warning...' I thought grudgingly as I made my way slowly thought the long line to the customs counter. No special treatment here, just standing around waiting like everyone else. When I reached the counter I pulled out my passport. Obviously it wasn't my real passport. I haven't used
that one in years. Belington had hooked me up with this one right before I left on this mission.
As the costums guy handed it back to me I stole a glance at the name inside the book. Janet Inglodish. "Inglodish? What kind of name is that!?" I thought in anger, "Don't tell me Jack still has a grudge about the whole DotA thing..." Jack was one of the techies ... the people responsible for getting me everything I need to do my job on the field. He was also formally the best DotA player in the French Secret Service... until I came along and stole his title from him.
Having no luggage, it usually containing the tools of my trade hence requiring separate transport, I was one of the first passengers off the plane. Glancing around the room I looked for the woman named Bella who was, according to Belington, to be my field partner and Singaporean correspondent. She wasn't hard to spot, her shirt was a very bright shade of blue. " I want that shirt.." I thought as I walked toward her.
"In Main the rain stays mainly in the planes," she said as a I neared her. At least shed been properly briefed... I thought before replying, "and isn't it a shame." We really have to think of some better secret codes for the agency. The normal agent formalities over with Bella greeted me yet again. "Welcome to Singapore," she said with a smile ,"We''ll take you to your hotel and then head off to the Triple S building." "That's alright," I replied. With a twinkle in my eye and a smile slowly spreading across me face I continued, "You see... I have a plan I'd like to run by you first."
Chapter 3-
coming soon!
