I am a simple guy. Most of the time I just keep to myself. I spend a lot of my time at home. Just listening to the radio or playing the piano. I love to cook, read and read cookbooks (??) I enjoy the simple things in life like peace&quiet and good conversation with good company. I do not smoke and I hardly drink. You might say I am not so typical. But like most guys I am into sports like basketball (bundled with the usual armchair game analysis) and nifty gadgets. My friends are divided into three groups: The raucous but shy-type males who spend their time plotting a hostile military takeover, the quintessential garden variety org mates back in college and the girl buds who always ask for advice. I am the eldest and have two siblings. My sister (middle child) is the proto-type cheerleader/varsity player who is sweet and endearing as she is evil elitist in nature. The youngest (My kid brother) is an academic mutant freak and the more quiet one among the three of us. Sometimes I feel burdened by the fact that I am the eldest and a male at that. I always have to lead by example for my siblings not to question my authority. This has caused much conflict between me & my sis. Especially with curfews. I also feel bewilderment at times when girl friends ask me for advice regarding matters of the heart. I do not know how this came about (maybe my image as the huggable & harmless teddybear has something to do with it). My peers say it is a gift that I should take advantage of but that is not my style. I just shrug my shoulders at their suggestion. A lot of times I feel sad and have no one to talk to. I seldom open up to people unless I really trust them. Often I just regale them with stories about amazing facts and trivia. This has made me come across as lively and talkative when the reality is my mind is somewhere else and I feel so alone. Real friends are so hard to come by. FIN.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Live by honor, Kill by Stealth
Live by honor, Kill by Stealth
When it rains, boredom pours. Alas, I am stuck with much ado ‘bout nothing. With a disposition of finding somethin’ worthwhile even my prudence for everything RPG has been set aside. And there it was, gathering dust underneath Turok Evolution (???)…
The game I always wanted to play but the controls are just too darn hard. Spaced out at first, I relearned it like a baby taking his first steps. Sh*t, this is game for those who love vertigo, I mutter in protest.
Eventually, havin’ played the training level and falling a bazillion times to the hands of chunky faced samurai AIs, I got kick-ass good. (Yeah! I’m gonna open a can of samurai whoop-ass!)
The gameplay is above average. The storyline, very immersive and ma-drama, I tell you. Definitely one of the first quality stealth games. Tenchu: Wrath of Heaven follows the back-stabbing (literally) lives of estranged clan members, Rikimaru and the femme fatale, Ayame, as they slice and dice throughout feudal Japan. With it’s in-depth gameplay, there are various ways of disposing your foes. You can do it the ol’ fashion way which is a head-on sword fight or you can go sneaky and impose a variety of stealth kills. Kills done by stealth are rewarded by completing an incantation that unlocks special ninja skills. A blood and gorefest hence it’s Mature NTSC rating.
There is also an unlockable character, who is known to kill enemies by breaking their bones & surgically removing vital organs (by hands) (how cool is that?). I haven’t finished the game yet kaya di ko pa siya nakikita.
The game is worlds apart from the garden variety MMO-RPGs and FPS. It’s not for the impatient and those who love company. You’ll be spending lots of times alone, running and sneaking up on potential victims. A very quiet game riddled with sudden outbursts of violence. I call it meditation with a katana.
I can’t wait for the 3rd installment of this game..
When it rains, boredom pours. Alas, I am stuck with much ado ‘bout nothing. With a disposition of finding somethin’ worthwhile even my prudence for everything RPG has been set aside. And there it was, gathering dust underneath Turok Evolution (???)…
The game I always wanted to play but the controls are just too darn hard. Spaced out at first, I relearned it like a baby taking his first steps. Sh*t, this is game for those who love vertigo, I mutter in protest.
Eventually, havin’ played the training level and falling a bazillion times to the hands of chunky faced samurai AIs, I got kick-ass good. (Yeah! I’m gonna open a can of samurai whoop-ass!)
The gameplay is above average. The storyline, very immersive and ma-drama, I tell you. Definitely one of the first quality stealth games. Tenchu: Wrath of Heaven follows the back-stabbing (literally) lives of estranged clan members, Rikimaru and the femme fatale, Ayame, as they slice and dice throughout feudal Japan. With it’s in-depth gameplay, there are various ways of disposing your foes. You can do it the ol’ fashion way which is a head-on sword fight or you can go sneaky and impose a variety of stealth kills. Kills done by stealth are rewarded by completing an incantation that unlocks special ninja skills. A blood and gorefest hence it’s Mature NTSC rating.
There is also an unlockable character, who is known to kill enemies by breaking their bones & surgically removing vital organs (by hands) (how cool is that?). I haven’t finished the game yet kaya di ko pa siya nakikita.
The game is worlds apart from the garden variety MMO-RPGs and FPS. It’s not for the impatient and those who love company. You’ll be spending lots of times alone, running and sneaking up on potential victims. A very quiet game riddled with sudden outbursts of violence. I call it meditation with a katana.
I can’t wait for the 3rd installment of this game..
Thursday, October 21, 2004
The Simple Guy. . .
I am a simple guy. Most of the time I just keep to myself. I spend a lot of my time at home. Just listening to the radio or playing the piano. I love to cook, read and read cookbooks (??) I enjoy the simple things in life like peace&quiet and good conversation with good company. I do not smoke and I hardly drink. You might say I am not so typical. But like most guys I am into sports like basketball (bundled with the usual armchair game analysis) and nifty gadgets. My friends are divided into three groups: The raucous but shy-type males who spend their time plotting a hostile military takeover, the quintessential garden variety org mates back in college and the girl buds who always ask for advice. I am the eldest and have two siblings. My sister (middle child) is the proto-type cheerleader/varsity player who is sweet and endearing as she is evil elitist in nature. The youngest (My kid brother) is an academic mutant freak and the more quiet one among the three of us. Sometimes I feel burdened by the fact that I am the eldest and a male at that. I always have to lead by example for my siblings not to question my authority. This has caused much conflict between me & my sis. Especially with curfews. I also feel bewilderment at times when girl friends ask me for advice regarding matters of the heart. I do not know how this came about (maybe my image as the huggable & harmless teddybear has something to do with it). My peers say it is a gift that I should take advantage of but that is not my style. I just shrug my shoulders at their suggestion. A lot of times I feel sad and have no one to talk to. I seldom open up to people unless I really trust them. Often I just regale them with stories about amazing facts and trivia. This has made me come across as lively and talkative when the reality is my mind is somewhere else and I feel so alone. Real friends are so hard to come by. FIN.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Destiny and the Lonely Ones
Destiny…
The days passed by
Like empty rain clouds
Uneventful and fortuitous
Jargon fills my lips
As dread pound between my every heartbeat
Where are you?
I am lost looking for you
As stillness haunts my very being
Waiting, hoping you would
Bump me by the crowded pedestrian
Or prompt me by accident
Yet you do not
And I am still here, waiting. . .
The days passed by
Like empty rain clouds
Uneventful and fortuitous
Jargon fills my lips
As dread pound between my every heartbeat
Where are you?
I am lost looking for you
As stillness haunts my very being
Waiting, hoping you would
Bump me by the crowded pedestrian
Or prompt me by accident
Yet you do not
And I am still here, waiting. . .
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