confessions of a dota addict

i. time lapse

yes, i realize that it has been a while since i've last updated. chudor was kind enough to remind me of this just yesterday, seeing as a few noteworthy things did happen within the last seven days. i've been rather... preoccupied with other matters.

academic in nature, i assure you. yeah.

although my memory's a bit blurry right now, what with the lack of sleep and all, i'll see what i can come up with.

ii. all in

as you probably figured out from the comments on my last entry, soyster and i sponsored a round of beer and sisig for malate to mark our joint birthday. unfortunately for me, a message from my brooding mother sent me windwalking home almost as soon as i'd paid, since it turned out that she'd prepared a "special occasion"-type dinner in my honor, assuming that i'd be home early [it was a tuesday, and on tuesdays i usually hitch an early ride home].

although at first i was a bit pissed at having to run back to base so soon, it turned out better than i'd resigned it to be, with my parents bringing out a rhum-soaked black forest cake to follow the dinner. hey, free alcohol is free alcohol.

iii. song of the siren

i hadn't planned on celebrating my birthday this year but after malate had gang-raped me out of my money, i felt i owed my gox friends something as well. thus, friday afternoon saw me, gio, and mari camping at the prov for a vacant room. the cooldown was a full 120 minutes, but we eventually got one, even after being backstabbed twice by late arrivals.

i wasn't able to contribute much to the team, since i ran out of mana halfway into the push. nads and chudor teamed up and together got the most kills. maybe i'll try a stat build next game - skills are useless if you don't have the kunat.

nobody bothered to get me anything [not that i was expecting much] but kimber and rogi conveniently decided to have their weekly 1v1 only after she had bought him a six-pack of donuts. i ate them, of course.

if you drop, i get your items. end of story.

iv. drunken haze

ivan mixed the drinks so obviously they hit like sven tripping on godstrength. we ended up watching myx [which translates into even more singing along], which lead me to the realization that the protagonist from hale's the day you said goodnight video looks like a half-pint version of chudor. he certainly gets around, i've noticed.

v. suicide squad, attack!

nothing noteworthy happened saturday except the unfortunate incident involving clan ra. you can bet on that never happening again. loser pays, even.

vi. shackles

the kimber band aka froodan sleep aka hello garcie received an invitation to play a set for the inmates of bilibid prison. we'd prepared acoustic interpretations but the audience didn't seem too receptive, especially after the beyond godlike house band's performance. with 18 hours of free time everyday, i guess practice really does make perfect.

anyway, we decided on an impromptu live set instead of the aforementioned acoustic. after hearing a couple of our songs, the house band's lead guitarist slash bassist slash keyboardist asked if he could jam along. although at first wary of his ability to keep up with the relatively fast-paced songs we were dishing out, we were all eventually blinded and subsequently triple-killed by his critical-strike rampage.

aside from our commission, we were given shirts from the maximum security unit. i was going to wear mine yesterday but i'd heard that something was going down and wasn't particularly keen on being assassinated by mistake. perhaps tomorrow.

vii. feast

chudor, nads, lloyd, and i had decided to watch the movie mr. and messerschmidt since we were in the mood for a non-virtual adventure. although i was a bit disappointed with angelina jolie's acting this time around [compared to her less-shallow roles in other movies], she was still dominating, what with her tomb raider training and all, and was an excellent dancer cum dominator on top of everything else. whoda thunk? needless to say, throughout the movie her nukes were presented as superior to brad pitt's, who was more of a pusher than a pk-er.

err... not to be a noob leaver la but i think at this point i'd better stop and seek prefessional help.

sige ingat.ü 
posted by stani at 7:58 AM