Vickiepedia

Zho lost her eye to a Black Moa while saving some pansy named Nehdukah, and had since developed a fear of the bird and all birds in general. Plagued by nightmares for years, she decided to tame the very beast in an attempt to overcome the fear, and ended up bringing up her own Black Moa chick and gradually recovered from the memories of the horrid accident.

I don’t recall any particular incident with any particular insect that caused my rather severe phobia of all and any insects. Now, maybe if I get a beetle for a pet, and maybe a caterpillar, and a grasshopper, and a moth, and a butterfly, and a scorpion, and a spider, and a cockroach, and a bee, and…

You know what? Never mind.

Yes, I like to speak of game NPCs like some real-life friends. </loser>

Forget about Lineage II, Guild Wars is my new opium. The online game I’ve been playing since 8 months ago, where anybody from most parts of the world could play on the same server without crazy lag; where there’s no monthly subscription fee or silly grinding; where level, armour and weapon is genuinely not everything… Aren’t you convinced to join us yet?

2 days till the release of the next campaign; and hence I present you the obligatory mega screenshot-heavy gaming entry of Guild Wars (some screenshots may require previous experience of the game for full appreciation). (read more…)

This happens daily. Everything I do, I procrastinate — even in things I truly enjoy. Blogging, entries don’t get posted until 10 years later. Games, important missions come last. University assignments…

16 hours before the assignment was due, that’s roughly about 1608 hours after I was given the topic, I finally knew what they were actually asking for. Then on, everything else was pretty much a blur. I remembered reading a lot of e-journals, drinking a lot of coffee, peeing a lot, watching the clock, giving moronic replies on MSN (and I shouldn’t even be online); but whatever else happened, I was on my way to Uni 2 hours before the assignment was due. 38 hours without sleep and counting, I wasn’t even sure if I popped my essay into the right collection box, or accidentally wrote my name as Vickie Diablos.

I went back home. No rest, too much caffeine in the system; unable to contain my excitement any more, I let out the most orgasmic squeal of the century.

If the landlady who lives next door somehow didn’t hear my other orgasmic noises, I’m sure she would have heard this version now.

Oh, who cares? Naomi (my character in Guild Wars), ’til death do us part!

But Devona is love.