Gamer's Rage: A short (true and typical) story

A quick summary of an ah beng rant (click to enlarge):

This is my side of the story:

I was playing CS - de_dust with some of my friends. We all knew each other at least vaguely and the game was going fine - all light-hearted and funny.

Then, A new player came in, sapuing my whole team easily. As is our custom, we spectate strangers performing well for hacks


That is not to say we accuse everyone who can kill us of hacking. It is rare to find very good player in Garena and we spectate to root out hackers or welcome new, competent players into our small, pathetic CS community. (Yes, this has happened before and I LOVE these honest-to-good CLEAN players to death.)

Anyway, 3 of us spectated the new player and all of us agreed that it was highly probable that he was using a recoil hack. All of us saw his gun recoil go sideways ONLY and did not move on the y-axis at all. Unless all three of our screens were faulty (YEA RIGHT,) this is no way natural in CS game mechanics.

So, we kicked him and got his IP. After we kicked him, I discovered he was a player of a clan that we all knew. [I've had my  problems with this clan in the past and as of now, only the clan lord I are civil to each other.]

Anyway, he rejoined the game with a new name, now furious, demanding why we kicked him. I was spectating so I didn't know what they talked about during the game (if they even talked at all), but he was kicked again shortly after.

He rejoined AGAIN with a different name - his 'famous' screen name, which NO ONE but me recognized, and only because I'd played with him before. He was now cursing Clams for being a noob and challenging him to a 1v1, all the while saying 'he doesn't hack' and 'what is Clams' problem? Kick people for no reason? Why host if you wanna kick people?' ...and other rubbish questions.

I chatted with him in spectator more, saying that since he is so clearly unwanted here, why doesn't he just leave and save himself time and the embarrassment of being shunned?

He continued raging in spectator mode while everyone was playing and ignoring him. I watched him rant, half-amused, while I was finishing my ice cream.

Eventually, he either left or got kicked from the game by Clams. The game ended shortly after, the fun mood having being ruined.

This is when the conversation in the public channel took place.

And Clams, the host of the server, who kicked him was the loser's teammate, so his accusation about Clams being a sore loser is complete nonsense. If Clams was truly without sportsmanship, wouldn't he have kept a suspected hacker on his team so that he could continue owning? Illogical -__-

Okay.

Firstly, no one accused you to your face for hacking. So don't get all hot and bothered about it. You made an assumption that WE made an assumption about YOU, so we're even now, right?

Secondly, it is Clams' server and he can kick anyone he wants, whether you like it or not. Having his friends even suspect you of hacking is more than enough reason to kick you. Heck, I even kick spammers, whiners and rude people from my server cause I'M the host and I do whatever the fuck I want. You don't like it? LEAVE.

Thirdly, whoever you are and whatever clan you belong to does not mean shit to us. Your reputation can only carry you as far as your manners can. Who cares whether you are supposedly 'pro' or not when you're as rude as a neglected, spoiled 13-year-old brat?

Fourth, of course, I have been kicked from server for 'hacking' as well, and YES, I do fume initially. But I get the fuck over it (after some expected whining.)

I don't scream in the public channel about how retarded you are or try to pick a fight with you. '1v1 LA COME LA 1v1 LA NOOB YOU THINK YOU SO PRO?' [Clarification: He did this in game, not in the public channel.]

When you get kicked, you just find another server that will take you in and PLAY IN THAT SERVER. What is the point of rejoining the same server and troubling everyone by making them have to kick you again and again? Obviously, we have already decided we don't want you playing with us, and annoying and insulting us isn't going to change our mind one bit. 

Fifth, don't bother challenging people 1v1 if your beef with them was because they suspected/accused you of hacking. No blithering idiot would bother competing 1v1 with someone whom they suspect is hacking. Use your brain ffs.

Finally, even if you are NOT hacking (and we all think you are,) you are one fucking nasty player and we don't like you anyway.

Go suck it lahhhh, chao ah beng!


P.s. I wasn't in the convo in the public channel because I promised my bf to remain silent. Admittedly, I have a MUCH smaller tolerance for idiots. I really salute Clams who managed to keep his cool and not rise to provocation :s

Bitch rant

Just cause I need to get it out of my system.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Garena CS room is so full of idiots and assholes that I...ARGH!

*rendered speechless for a moment*

Types of people I met today:

1. Curses at you for no reason and talks about sex with your sister/mother/any female relation randomly.


Example:

2. Insults people 'listed' from other countries but no doubt are Malaysian or Singaporean. The best part is that they insult their english with even worse english which is so embarassing I don't know what to do.

Example:

By the way, it's Uzbekistan, asshole. No wonder you can't pronounce it right.

3. English-educated people who think they are fucking superior just because they can speak english better than the ahbengs. AND they must use perfect capitalization and punctuation to show off their linguistic prowess. I say fuck you nerd, this is garena, not a bloody english exam. I bet I could spell better than you, only I don't feel the need to shove my superiority down everyone else's throats by correcting every single typo or grammatical error they make.

Example:

Yea, the perpetrator of crime #2 and #3 are the same person. And just last night, this person forcefully inserted himself into a conversation between me and a couple of friends. (And yes, it is the same person using a different id. His douchebag aura cannot be mistaken.)

We were planning a gathering of CS kakis at ftz at the end of the year, which was what I was telling tubbie about. Tubbie and Dev (Xue) were complaining that subang was too far. I said that it was to make it more convenient for the klang kaki to come (ie Helyna) as most of us can drive/have transport and she doesn't.

And this random fella comes and invites himself along. Wowza. I didn't even know we were friends! Damn thick skin wei. -__-

Anyway, because I'm being extra nice today, let me show you a picture of this wonderful guy. It's a profile picture so I guess it's meant to be shown to the public anyway :/

Yay! A statement shirt and the finger! What a cool person you are!

And since you nitpick on everyone's spelling, grammar and punctuation, let me pick yours to bits!

Regular people don't spend half their night trying to assimilate into a foreign crowd, nor the better part of the day scolding people whose english is not 'on par' with yours. Or scolding strangers when it's none of your business. NERD.

And before you scold people sohai for requesting help with 'walking with ducks,' learn to differentiate between 'pose' and 'post,' and spaces come AFTER punctuation, not before.

Suck it la, nerd. Oh wait, let's not insult the nerds. Suck it la, ASSHOLE.

It is true that I laugh at ah bengs when they butcher english, but I certainly don't insult them (sohai, retard) unless they lansi or are trying to argue with their broken english.

This dude cursed at a stranger who was asking for help nicely. -__- His sense of superiority is ridiculous.

And guess what? If he reads this, he'd be spending all night picking out my grammatical and spelling errors while telling me that 'it's facebook after all, why should I be so uptight with my english?'

Bah. I guess it's more important to show your kehebatan at english at GARENA then, huh?


And yea, he should feel pretty flattered I took a chunk out of my time to rant all about him. He's just so annoying I had to do it.

UT3 Mod

This is uploaded for my dear bf yang jakun pc cannot read .doc or .pdfs :P

The rest of you may skip it, or if you are curious about my assignment, can skip the whole wordy intro to the screenshots below. :)

Or you can read the intro anyway to understand the level better. XD

Also, the level is nowhere near completion, so please don't nitpick about textures that don't match or bad lighting. All will be redone and the empty space is going to be filled up with static meshes (basically preset objects within the Unreal Editor,) but at the moment it's rather empty. (:

The map is made using the Unreal Editor for Unreal Tournament 3. Our assignment is to design a working game mod, complete with story, layout, weapons, bot capabilities etc. I'm working on the final level (out of 3) where the final battle takes place.

It's not as easy as it sounds, but it is a whole lot of fun. Most enjoyable assignment EVERRRR <3 And I get to play it too :P

Without further ado, here we go!

Alienate: Final level design – The transmission building

The transmission building is where Alisha has to battle her way to the transmitter and survive until help arrives. The level is contains three floors – the ground floor where she enters the building (spawn point); the basement where numerous health and armor boosts as well as weapons will be placed; and finally the top level which is made up of walkways parallel to the walls which will lead Alisha to the transmission room and escape.

Ground floor:

The ground floor is a relatively open space, exposed to attacks from above. I will put in more static mesh ‘junk’ later on, probably breakable boxes and some electronic equipment to give the player some cover.

Basement:

The basement is basically 2 hallways laid out as concentric circles surrounding a platform in the middle of the floor. The platform will contain something valuable – a powerful weapon or or a strong armor or health boost. This platform is relatively easy to get to; it is accessible from the ground floor where you can jump through a hole in the floor, or even leaping from the top floor’s catwalks. However, due to the valuable nature of the item the platform will contain, it is designed to be vulnerable and slightly difficult to escape. The platform will be surrounded by a damage volume (visually depicted as acid or lava – yet to be placed) and is vulnerable through horizontal silts in the walls. To escape, one must leap over the damage volume through one of three very narrow corridors.

More junk will be added throughout the hallways later on. Lighting is dim to allow the player to hide and surprise incoming enemies due to poor visibility.

Top floor:

The top floor gives near perfect vision of the ground floor. However, it is also vulnerable to attacks as it is very open, with barely anything to hide behind. This is to make it challenging for the player to reach the transmitter room. Stretching across the level is a vent, which grants the player some cover, as well as contain a shortcut into the transmission. However, this vent is dangerous as one would be exposed to attacks from both end of the vent should multiple enemies appear at the same time.

Screenshot 1: View from top floor.

Screenshot 2: Looking up from the ground floor.

Screenshot 3: Light shining down into the platform in the basement.

Screenshot 4: Ramp leading into the basement.

Screenshot 5: Looking through the two concentric hallways to the platform in the center of the basement.

Screenshot 6: The platform in the basement. The weapon pickup factory is just a placeholder – to be replaced with more practical items later.

Screenshot 7: The outer circle of the basement. The outer wall is lined with pillars to give limited shelter and blind spots.

Screenshot 8: The jump pad linking the three floors. There are two separate physics volume – one for each floor. The player – with proper control – can exit at the floor desired. Each physics volume is located between each floor. The player can exit at the first floor if needed, or the player can choose to go to the top floor. There is a gap between the volumes, to allow time to exit at ground floor – if left too long, the player is caught up in the second physics volume and is sent to the top floor.

Screenshot 9: The ladder leading up to the vent

Screenshot 10: The vent. To the right is the turn off that leads into the transmission room. You have to crouch to get in.

Screenshot 11: The exit of the vent in the transmission room

Screenshot 12: The vent’s exit in the transmission room. I will place boxes that allow the player to climb up to it. Also, a grille will be placed over the vent that can be broken the first time the player accesses it.

Screenshot 13: A lift will be placed here to link the ground and first floors. The lift should be programmed to always return to the ground floor after use.

Screenshot 14: Looking out from the basement platform into the hallways.

Screenshot 15: Standing view from the basement’s inner hallway to the platform.

Screenshot 16: Crouching view from the basement’s inner hallway to the platform. Enemies will be visible. Skilled rifle players or snipers can shoot enemies from here.

Screenshot 17: Sniper’s view from the basement’s inner hallway to the platform.

Screenshot 18: Regular view from the top floor’s catwalk to the basement.

Screenshot 19: Sniper’s view from the top floor’s catwalk to the basement.

Constructive criticism from all parties welcome, especially from fps players :) Questions also welcome!

Holidays!

Finally handed in the dumb animatic.

I'm happy that I've finally gotten myself acquainted with my tablet, which has been sleeping behind my laptop for months. I'm still not very good with it yet, and I'm not very familiar with most features of Photoshop so we have to wait a while until I start painting really nice stuff.

: )

My sleeping hours are screwed up again, thanks to an extra long CS session yesterday. Went to bed after 8 am wtf. I was awake 24 hours already by then, with 2 hours sleep the night before.

Met more people who said I'm pretty, but although I beam at their comment, I still feel ugly. Figures. Childhood memories don't fade that fast.

It's funny to see how differently people treat you when you get your braces off, grow your hair out and have your skin cleared up by a professional torturer aka facialist.

It almost feels like it's cheating - paying for people to treat you nicer, right?

In essence, I'm still the same person who sits berkangkang, with unwashed hair and drools in her sleep.

Of course, I'm not complaining that people tend to treat me better now, especially guys. However, online appearances are always deceiving, and I'm afraid if any of my online friends see me in real life they will run away screaming OMG UGLYYY! D:

Well. It hasn't happened yet, but who knows? But a better question would be, why do I care?

I mean I like my face enough, although it's not perfect. I have slightly lopsided eyes, a big nose with a slight bump, thin lips, straight eyebrows, seriously crooked bone structure and messy wavy hair.

Some days I wish I had a symmetrical face, a dainty ski-slope nose, full lips, and long, straight, shiny hair but then I'd look like every other 'pretty' girl out there.

I want to be pretty, but I want to be special at the same time. What a pity most people's notion of beauty is the same - which makes you inexplicably boring to look at after the first 'wah so pretty!'

But then I want a lot of things.

I want to be pretty.

I want to be a fantastic artist.

I want to be a kick-ass gamer.

I want to be a filial daughter.

I want to be a dedicated girlfriend.

I want to be a loyal friend.

I want to be a good person.

And I want to stand out in everything I do, but sadly, I fall short of almost everything (maybe everything) and sometimes it just seems like everyone is better than you, no matter what it is that you want to do.

And my most shameful shortcoming? Giving up. I surrender at the first sign of losing.

I can't stand to see myself losing a fair fight, so I stop trying - some twisted way of deceiving myself. 'I'm not losing, I just slacking.'

When I was young, I wanted so many things.

I wanted to be respected, adored, feared. I wanted to be a vet and save lives of animals. I wanted to be a scientist, a mathematician, a rockstar.

Now I can narrow down my list to the aforementioned 7 desires.

I used to crave excellence, but wanted to seem like I wasn't really trying.

I ended up REALLY not trying. And subsequently failing. Then saying 'of course I can do better, I just can't be bothered.'

Fail fail fail.

I remember when I was in standard 1 and I had a 100% percent average. I was head of the class, and everyone knew me and everyone wanted to be on my good side.

I was an ugly kid I guess. But when you're 7, looks don't matter. I don't remember what I was like, or what quality I had that drew people to me but anyhow it's gone now!

I'm not sure exactly when the decline started...I guess when I switched schools and started over in standard 5. I was insecure, gangly, horrible at chinese with a 'yang ren' face (Westerner, not goat. Please man.)

And OH what a crime - I liked to read. Instantly labeled nerd. Yay happy happy. Coupled with the fact that I was one of the 6 PTS students from that year...oh my god. Not to mention my salad bowl and specs and buck teeth and knobbly knees.

LOL. Even typing it out makes me laugh. What a pathetic mental image right?

I guess it was then I wanted to be 'effortlessly' smart. There's a different feeling between getting good results out of hard work, and getting good results just cause you're 'smart like that.'

I guess you feel like a genius for a second there. But it got worse...when I started secondary I already felt so alienated by my peers it was just sad. And I STILL liked to read and I refuse to give it up. Why should I give it up because people think it's nerdy or snobbish?

-_- I like to read, sudahlah. Judgemental pricks.

I was at my most antisocial point in life then. I felt like everyone was judging me. From the way I looked to the way I walk and the things I say (or don't say.) I still remember that Siew Lei told me she could still remember her first impression of me - even now!

I was doing a hamtaro impression - munching jagung. Wtf? HAHA. And I still had my adorable buckteeth then, to enhance the hamster effect.

Starting secondary changed me. I was no longer an outstanding student. From being top of the year in english, maths and BM (omg I can't believe I was a BM star student in primary) I was just...average.

Part of me felt relieved that I wouldn't be singled out for my 'nerdiness' any more, but part of me felt disappointed that I was no longer one of the best.

And I slacked. Boy, did I slack. I still can't believe I could DotA throughout SPM. I see my gaming kakis quit gaming for their exams, and I couldn't do even that. I remember playing until past midnight and going to sit for a paper 7 hours later.

Results day was a painful day for me. I finally realise that the 'effortlessly' excelling thing wasn't working out for me. I remember sitting in the hall, praying (ridiculously) that I could somehow manage 9 As. And when my name wasn't called I hoped (stupidly) for 8 As.

And when my name STILL wasn't called, my heart just plummeted, and I realised omg what the fuck have I been doing?

And then I went to college and didn't qualify for the Taylor's scholarship/subsidy that required a minimum of 8As/7A1s.

I remember looking at my results - 7As/6A1s and cursing the government for letting me get A2 on Bio and costing me the grant.

Bio was a subject I aced! A1 through Form 4 and 5 and I got an A2 when I needed it the most? What the hell?

Then I realised it wasn't the government's fault that I didn't get my scholarship (though the education system is still horribly biased and stupid.) It was my fault for not working hard enough.

I'm pretty goddamned sure I could have been a straight A student if I really tried. But I was still in that dumb fantasy that being smart and not investing any hard work would be sufficient to carry me through life easily.

Although my results are pretty fucking good for someone who barely studied (lowest were B3s), I know my family were very disappointed in me. My mom said it was alright, as long as I tried my best she was alright with my results.

Tried my best? PFFT. I barely tried. I failed Add Maths and Chemistry through secondary and only deigned to catch up less than a month before SPM.

I'm so lucky to even have Abigail who was kind enough to give me a crash course in so many subjects - history, chem, and add maths - while she also had to study. AND she got straight As.

I feel so ashamed. At the time I felt proud that I scored that much without studying, but I just feel dumb.

Although it wasn't of much consequence (besides losing the Taylor's money) I still feel like a loser.

College was the same. I stoned and slept my way through college. =__= I spent more time playing at Ftz than being in english and accounts class.

See. Got evidence. The whole row was my classmates, lol.

I kept telling myself that I was smart and I would survive college and uni and eventually the workforce.

I reluctantly applied for the RMIT scholarship after my mom bugged me about it. I was so lax about myself that I didn't even trust myself to apply for a scholarship even when I had nothing to lose. I didn't believe I could get it. I had lost so much confidence in myself by then.

Then, a letter came. I got it. I GOT IT! My mom was literally dancing around with joy, and I realised that since my sweep of trophies and passing the PTS in standard 3, I have achieved virtually NOTHING in the previous 8 years.

What a pathetic, slacking slob this promising kid had become. I could only imagine how hurt my parents must have been to see all that lost potential.

Foundation year in RMIT was the best year for me. It was the year that reminded me how good it felt to have hard work pay off AND how satisfying it felt to know that you had truly done your best.

I graduated with a high distinction average (81) and I hadn't felt better in years.

This year, I slacked a little in Semester 1. Was dealing with a fair amount of homesickness and had to deal with difficult teammates and some shit. However, I am determined to do my best this semester. :)

It's the holidays, and I'm heading back to the games lab to work. ^__^

Maya here I come :D

I blogged this post across almost 10 hours. So if you missed the point...you probably didn't cause I don't know what the point was supposed to be either.

You hackerlicious babe :D

Note: Non-gamers should probably skip this post unless extremely bored and enjoys reading through piles of gaming jargon and references :)


I was reading through some CS clan blogs earlier and it was mind-boggling to see how seriously they take gaming. @__@

It was rather amusing to see how people start to use proper grammar and punctuation when they start to argue or get a point across. I mean it's good la, that people are finally speaking properly...but sai mm sai so serious ah?

We're mostly (if not all) Malaysians so there shouldn't be any issue with communicating in rojak language right? I actually noted this 'I must gain the upper hand and win my argument by sounding more intelligent' behaviour years ago on the Neoboards (Neopets forums) when I was 12 or so.

But anyway, where there are games, there will always be hackers. And I will never trust any player until I have watched the person play in front of me (most likely in a cc.)

The only Garena CS players I've met and played with in person are my boyfriend (of course, mister kamona,) JK, Fery, Fezor, Noobster, and Alex (actnoob.)

And even though a number of them fong shui when we played, they're definitely as good as they seem online.

If I haven't met and played with someone in real life or at least get to know their personality better, I never trust the person 100%. Sure, there are some that I trust more than others (I love you Hely <3) but sometimes I even doubt friends - because some people are just not who they seem online.

In my opinion, I have one of the worst playing styles I have ever seen, and people still manage to accuse me of hacking. I have rarely gone a day without being forcibly removed (ha ha nice way of saying kicked) from a server after being diu-ed gaogao.

And with 300+ ping too.

This just leads me to believe that the population of noobs are increasing by the day.

When people accuse me of walling (the most common accusation) I normally laugh it off, but somehow I get super pissed off if someone says my boy is hacking.

It is unacceptable! I'm not sure why I'd feel so indignant for someone else and not myself, but I think it's because I see him as a very good and efficient player and it is TOTAL injustice that he gets accused of being a noob...when I'm just sub-par, the accusations don't mean very much.

Even though he's my boyfriend, I'm sometimes in awe when he's teaching me new tricks or techniques (wtf fangirling -.-)

But anyway, back to this new generation of players that inherited the Garena we left behind. :'(

Most of them suck, a LOT of them are hacking (heat-seeking bullets anyone?), and almost everyone kicks either me or my bf out of games.

It is nearly impossible to have a decent game together. If either one of us hosts, they get pawned and leave so there's no one left to play with.

I've even been banned for teasing a host about his recoil control script. And I was being nice already! (Note: 'teasing' not 'scolding') D: And don't even try to tell me you're not hacking when you have 0 recoil - not even the jerky recoil that some scripts have, but your crosshair DOES NOT MOVE UP AT ALL.

And then the hacker's friend has the cheek to come and add me on facebook because I'm a girl! Wtf?

One day, this little boy, Anand, hosted and I joined anonymously - I didn't even know it was him at first. I went in...and was scolded and kicked on the first round.

What happened was, I joined late and my teammates all died early on - the last one at alley doors. So, I jogged out through the stairs and started walking from the catwalk, heading towards the doors.

I just reached the doors, preparing to jump around and check the corner when I heard a knife being drawn. Immediately I swung around, banged the door and BOOM headshot on little Anand.

'hacker. he knows i'm there wtf'

*KICKED*

Well, excuse me, but what the fuck? -.- At least do me the courtesy of spectating me before you make a judgement and kick.

And I hope he was just drawing the knife for fun - if not the little creep is certainly hacking because I walked all the way from catwalk, so there's no way he could have heard me. The timing was too sweet to be a coincidence.

I rejoined, explained that I heard his knife - to be met with more cries of 'hacker!' and being kicked again. I promptly fired off a message to him on facebook (he just added my bf as a friend) telling him to not simply kick people.

He responded by cursing me out...then apologizing the very next minute.

LOL. Bipolar much? This was when he added me as a buddy on facebook, which I ignored. My boyfriend got home, heard the story and promptly deleted him. (He was bugged by curious Anand the previous day about his CS life, clan and so on.)

Good on him for apologizing, but still, wtf? This just shows how people never treat everyone fairly - Anand just suddenly decided I wasn't a hacker after all after he discovered who I am.

I guess names are important, as well as reputation.

Especially clans. If I even suspect/find one member of a clan hacking, the whole clan is dirty to me. I don't immediately accuse them of hacking, but they will always remain fishy to me.

And especially if someone starts cursing me out or talking behind my back, the whole clan is pretty much dead to me. Like Nova, I used to be sort of chummy with some of them, until a couple of their members set me up by asking me to mixmatch with them while I was in Melbourne (lagging), and proceeded to curse and taunt me 'noob, retarded' and etc through the mic for the whole game.

What the..huh? I was stunned nearly speechless when that happened. I was pissed off at first, but now it just seems rather ridiculous and childish to me. Sure, I may not be the best player and I have never claim to be. If anything, random people/friends are the ones saying I'm 'pro' and all that shit -  not me. The only thing I take pride in is being a clean player from the start (2 years ago.)

I have my on days, I have my off days. I still fall off ledges, trip over boxes, bunniehop into walls (if I can even get my bunniehop going) and I can do really retarded things sometimes (like blind myself, which is why I don't use flashbangs - watanoob.)

But yes, I am capable of playing properly if I want and have the mood to. And I dare say much better than most of the retarded newbies that are pouring into Garena recently. I once did a 1v3 in a new map in a cc and came out with a clean score - the guys who I joked with to buy me drinks if I won mysteriously vanished after ganging up to pawn me.

But sometimes, a game is just a game is just a game. Why should I put my heart and soul into something that won't last forever?

Sure, I get really pissed off if I don't improve at something, or make stupid mistakes. But everyone does, and this does not only apply to gaming - but to every other aspect in life, be it work, studies, or relationships.

But in the end, CS is just CS. Why take everything so seriously? My cousins used to maphack in DotA, and I still talk to them. I don't give them the cold shoulder for hacking and I certainly don't curse them out or ridicule them for doing so.

But blood relations and friends are one thing, and strangers online are another. If I don't know you and you're hacking, well, sucks for you cause you ain't ever gonna be respected by me.

Today, my boy suggested that I start doing more 1v1s with good players. I used to balk at that suggestion, saying that there's no point since I'm going to lose anyway.

But now I realise that the point of doing that is not for the glory or satisfaction of winning - it's for the opportunity to learn from others and practice.

Maybe I'll start taking up those challenges I've always shied away from. No one likes to lose, but there will always be a loser (unless there's a tie ;p)

So, anyone up for teaching me some good stuff? And by teaching I don't mean bullying me and then gloating about your victory. I always appreciate pointers :) That day my cute little oli did a 1v1 with me and taught me how to tap an ak.

He let me win (talk about super fong shui -.-) but I guess I still got used to tapping an ak - which was the whole point anyway. 

Basically, what I learned today was: We may never be good enough - but we must always try, or we will never be : )

Bots

Me and muh boo just did 65 rounds of awp_india against bots.

We won 2. Yay!

I just realised how important it is to adapt and learn. I was doing the same retarded thing over and over and wondering why I couldn't kill at all, while my boy with 400 ping was pawning away.

He told me to do one simple thing, and magically I started actually KILLING the damn bots! And we won!

To be fair, it was 2 against 5 insanely h4xxing bots.

But I'm glad I learned something tonight :)

I guess it applies to all fields in life too. If something works and you keep doing the same thing, good for you. But maybe there's something that works even better and you never know cause you never bothered to try.

It could be a far more simple and effective solution than the one you're currently employing that 'works'

Take cleaning my keyboard for example. Crumbs and dust used to get in between the keys and stuck onto the surface and I'd spend ages trying to pick/blow them out of the crevices and then taking a moist cloth to wipe off the dust.

Sometimes it'd take ages cause I'm just chasing the dust around in circles -.- Wtf.

Then one day, *lightbulb,* I turned the the keyboard upside down and gave a good smack. Crumbs rained out. Wow. Gravity WORKS!

I cleaned up the rest of the mess by removing the vacuum head and hoovering through with a hand over the keys to keep them from popping out.

Time taken with wetcloth/fingernail method: 5 minutes

Time taken with bang/hoover method: less than a minute

YAY for innovation! There's probably a better way to do it that I have yet to find out. Perhaps it involves a can of compressed air, but I've not tried it so I don't know.

But yea, even if you think the way you're doing things now works, think again. Do it better. Do it faster. Harder better faster stronger!

That made no sense but whatever. It's 5.15 am and I'm gonna sleep now :) Cheers for a three day weekend.