For every beginning there is an end.

I just saw my mom off at the airport. She came up from Ipoh to take a flight to some holiday island over in China with her friend for a week. It's good to see her happy with a load off her mind for once. And as sentimentally stupid as it sounds, I'm happy for her as well. It's the beginning of the weekend. The Scorpion King opened last night in the cinemas, but as usual, most of us had our arses glued to the seats hacking away at all things unholy in Dungeon Siege. And speaking of Dungeon Siege, this damn game has become THE addiction indeed, managing to even capture non-diabloers like Jobe. Today's sessions were a barrel of laughs, such as watching a 21,000 hitpoint Furie chasing and slaughtering a party of hapless adventurers, up to the extent of following them down an elevator ( thank god I wasn't playing in that session). Also, today we met the Mother of all Dragons, who promptly roasted my tree hugging butt just because I pointed my finger at her. Anyway, we managed to finish the main quest so that would give me some time and space for the weekend.... nah, probably not. Also, a close friend of mine told me that I was in the starring role of an epic wet dream of hers, so heck! It's gonna be a great weekend, I hope. Here's to the night then, cheers!

Last night's session of Dungeon Siege was rather hilarious. After wandering around aimlessly beating up everything that we could find, our party stumbled a cave entrance that read "The Furies Den." And with our l33t knowledge in mythology, we concluded that a Furie was either -

After wandering in there avoiding the various and exotic mobs of creatures , we came across statues of warriors in flight. We then were even more convinced that it was the medusa that we were up against. Prepping ourselves for the confrontation, we started clearing up the den inch by inch. And then we saw it....Microsoft's definition of a Furie..

Needless to say, none of us survived the experience. And as Jobe, our dwarven skirmisher put it, "Bill Gates once again stuffed a Big Black Rubber Cock up our arses." The moral of the story would be : Just because you think you know something, doesn't mean you know everything. And it seems that more and more of my friends are finding people to share their life with. I think I'll go slink into a little hole and sulk.

The weekend has passed, Monday is here, and I feel so wasted. Time seems to pass so fast nowdays. I guess my highlight of the weekend would be Dungeon Siege. Worth the time and effort of installing it, the game plays rather impressively considering it's from Microsoft Games. The best way to describe it would be, Diablo II gone 3D! At least I know I won't be that bored for a while. Other than that, the weekend has been a rollercoaster, where Assumptions have once again become the Mother of All Fuck-ups. I need to cut down staring at the pc monitors. Woke up after from 8 hours of sleep and I feel worse than before I plonked off to dreamland. Damn. Time to start moving my ass off to work. Will blog later, IF I can pull myself away from DS.