Finished 360

ITS DONE!
it looks damn sexy. and it is almost the exact same colour as my controller i bought of Play-asia.com


The clear coat is dry, i will take it for a spin after my assignment

Vampires

Laying in bed, i listen to the sounds of the night, crickets chirping, the wind going through the trees. so peaceful, i think to myself. I turn away from my window, looking at sky, and I hear it. As quick as anything, then, Silence. Uncertain if my fear is correct, i know i am not getting much sleep until my curiosity is quenched. I turn my head into my pillow, so one ear is sticking up, and bring my covers up to my chin.
I lay there, hearing naught but my breathing and the aforementioned sounds. I listened for what seemed an age, waiting as patiently as a lion, waiting to pounce on a gazelle. Then slowly i hear it.
Bzzt.

The buzz is continuous, it gets louder until it is right above my ear. I feel something light land on my cheek. Slowly i move my hand out of my cover, ignoring the irritating itch on my cheek. I raise my hand. The itch is getting more irritating. i stay perfectly still, I wait for my prey to think it is getting its meal, the prisoners on death row get a last meal. I well let this blood sucking cretin have his equivalent.
Once I feel he has had more than his weight in blood. I act. My itch is irritating me to no end. My hand, raised in the air, drops like a guillotine.

THWAK!

My cheek clenches. Ow. But it was worth it, i pull my hand away from my cheek, and move my hand into the moonlight. I see a blacky Scarlet colour, in the dead center of my hand.

A triumphant satisfaction creeps to my mouth: "Gotcha ya bloody mozzy"

The XBOX

In relation to the Altar. I have decided to do a final mod on my PC and XBOX. so i can start saving for the wood. I have also decided on the Seat and Layout of it. I finally got my hands on a decent Modeling Program, so when i learn to use it, i will post the Layout of it.
I decided to paint my 360 a nice blue colour, it is only half done, i will finish it tomorrow, i cant be bothered sanding the sides.
Here are some Pictures to keep you occupied. The three followers i have don't check my blog, so call it self reflection.

pongo's Friday

well i had a rather interesting friday this week, so i thought i would start a new segment in my blog. see how it goes

if there is any odd formating it is because it was made for myfrag.com.au, the site i hang out on. So yeah, here is The first segment of pongos friday *pops champagne*
School has its own sick sense of humour. It likes to toy with its food before it actually eats it. I swear sometimes, it plays its bell just loud enough so everyone but me can hear it. I reluctantly walk to homeroom; I know this is going to be a bad day. I turn the corner to the stairs that lead to my Homeroom door. The Rail is a very nice maroon colour today... I think to myself as I place my hand on it to steady my weary legs going down the stairs, not noticing that my hand is now the very same maroon colour as the Rail.

I walk into the room and plonk myself on my seat, upon placing my hand in my pocket, i rub my sore knee. my hand continues on its journey and takes out my phone. Ahhh, glorious music, you fix all! i put my earphones in my ears and notice a brownish tinge to the mostly white earphones. Reluctantly, my eyes drop to my knee, and then to my hand. As my line of sight moves up slightly from my hand, i notice a sign conveniently placed facing towards my door... "CAUTION: WET PAINT"

Oh cruel school! Why could you not have faced the sign to the other direction?

I pass through Homeroom rather easily. Besides my little mishap, and make a stop at the uniform shop to purchase my new pants. Mother need not know of my idiocy, the other ones where brand new anyway. I trudge to software development in hope that my teacher is still ill with bronchitis, meaning a joyful lesson of the original half life over the school LAN. I reach the door; placing my now maroon free hand on the door knob, I open the door to my gleeful classmates. I take my place, and boot up Half Life. I join the game after editing my character. I just have proudly fragged someone in a triumphant battle of zombie versus Man, when I hear a key turn in the door. All heads turn to the door, and quickly back as all our hands leap for the ALT + TAB keys. We successfully avoided detection. But the teacher does not look like they are planning on joining us in our mediocre lan party...

Reluctantly Software and my other subjects passed, Until I came to my IPT class, whom i share the same teacher as my Software Design Class. I run in the classroom, determined to get two kills in before my casual teacher drunkenly stumbles into the room in a mass of sorrow and anger of having to deal with the rudeness of another public school smartass (Chris could convince the world to stop turning, if just so he could fit in five minutes of half-life).

As it turns out no casual teacher arrived. A free period was our trophy, and as we booted up Half-Life, I felt a disturbance in the force... I walked to the door, the corridor was empty. There was nothing. I walked back to my PC, and fragged one more person before I involuntarily suffered a chill down my spine. I turned to Chris, my faithful teammate and long-term Frag-buddy. “Something is wrong” I say to him, panic leaking from my voice.
We turned to the computer, checking our novel network clients to see who was logged on in the Tech Block. There in bold letters was the following:

Dblock: Mr. Kitchalinski, Network Administrator.

Determined as we were, we continued fragging, though the panic was still in my mind. I convinced myself, what is the worst that could happen? I was soon to find out as my Pink and purple human lagged out of existence. Connection Error: 1008152 (or something of the sorts). I turn to Liam, the hacker of the class. He bowed his head in sadness.

Today was a sad day for 11IPT. A moments silence was had by all, to mourn the passing of Half-Life. The one source of enjoyment during the bleak days where we get a bleak taste of the freedom that is to be had outside the ever impending gate of oblivion.
As i trudged up to buslines, i shed a tear for myself.

I will see you Monday school... you sick sick bastard