Hmm, I changed the layout and banner, and I don't think I'll have a very hefty post today, for I'll be coming out with something a little bigger very, very soon.

Sweet dreams, oh reader/s.

It's an important thing to doubt our ways of life. To second-guess our ways of thought. To explore brilliant and exotic perspectives, or perhaps some which just take an angle slightly varied from yours. It's an important thing to compare and contrast decades, years, months, weeks and even days in your life, to see how you've grown or changed; to learn the phases one's self would go through.

And that. . .  is just from an individuals perspective. 

It's quite a word isn't it? Perspective. A point of view, either from one's eye or from one's mental-eye. With perspective, we can look at ourselves in a new light, we can shed the light on faults and shun our benefits, or else vice-versa. Throughout the growth of human civilisation we've gone through a wee bit of a transition. We've grown from individuals to tribes, from tribes to villages, from villages to districts, from districts to civilisations. Nowadays, we're even facing the breaking down of the walls between countries; meta-physical of course, with the advent and growth of communication. Looking at the recent past we can see that some societies were closed off and isolated; thus ignorant. In said societies there would be but a learned man who would have the entire society in the centre of his greedy palms. Without comparing their ideas to others people wouldn't be able to improve upon themselves on a mental level, unable to go through micro-evolution, again, metaphysically speaking. In those days travel = a new world = a higher education. It was that simple.

Today technology has brought us even closer to people across the freaking world than 5 years ago. And if ideologies and bits of information are being sent to and fro in modern society, aren't we all that closer to attaining a higher level of enlightenment than before? With all these different perspectives we should all be fucking philosophers and discussing the meaning of life over tea.

Well, let me explain why; amidst the populous we still have people who choose to be ignorant, people who can't adapt to society and wish to remain in their own little world of ideas while still insisting to be part of an evolving world, people who are not fully educated in schools. For example, the teenager that thinks she's bulletproof and meets up with alexwang73. The raging, middle-aged men who troll youtube insulting people who are different to them just because that's how their dad acted. Muslims, homosexuals, drug-users, African Americans, you name it, we still have people who hate them blindly for being different. We have people who dub an alternate persona and assume to be smarter and more educated than the others around them and then start spewing drivel on things they know nothing about. 

The eon of the Internet is a double-edged sword. Why? It's so vast that people can lock themselves in their own little corner of security, where they won't be judged or ridiculed, engulfing them in 'truths' that in the end are nothing more than the walls of a Haven. A Haven of retardation. This is all something I've been contemplating and studying very heavily recently, but I feel it's ready to be unleashed to you all :3

So go forth, learn, and teach me something too.

Do you phail?

Do you suck? Do you fail at most anything and just about everything you attempt to do? Is your IQ equal to or below that of a fornicating baboon? 

Terrific. 

Well, after that little ego-slap, you'll be glad to know that you are really what makes today's modern society what it is; You are what makes the world go round. You are what gives teachers a job and hence the mere name for their otherwise non-existent occupation. You are the economy's little LEGO block. Without you, life would suck, we'd all be living in a communist society, and America would have their current president driving the nation's kids to school or picking up trash from the citizens' sidewalk. 

You see, the truth about today is brutal, yet fulfilling. It makes you hate life, but makes you feel all the more significant. Just imagine a world in which everyone had a brilliant mind. Imagine EVERYBODY had a mind as great as that of A. Einstein or S. Hawking. Nobody would settle for any occupation lesser than that upholding the title of a 'profession' (Unless of course you're a Spartan).  Nobody would ever settle for anything less than the grade of a lawyer, doctor, architect, physicist, surgeon, IT analyst, Golden Rock idol or Hollywood superstar. Thing is, in the end, all these occupations require the involvement of the ignorant, dense, empty-headed, clueless, thick and seemingly insignificant 'nobodies' (of course - to the sophisticated class of person such as the aforementioned lot) - More commonly known as 'the average Joe' or 'the middle-class'. Of course, YOU, who is reading this, are below this. You are the 'low-class'. You are society's condom; Works MOST of the time, able to purchase in bulk, hated by most everyone, prevents unwanted things from happening, cheap, and keeps everybody happy in the end once you do your job as others see fit -But most of all - You represent that tiny little element of  fear which everybody dismisses, but see significant enough to keep and not complain about no matter how uncomfortable they may be. 

If everybody sports a profession of the previously mentioned calibre - who will be left to collect our trash every morning? To drive our children to our sickeningly expensive colleges? To sweep our streets? To aggressively chop our trees down for all the scented paper we will be using for our fancy documents and invoices? To print and deliver our morning paper? Who will be left to work in the now vacant sweat-shops and stitch our soccer balls together for a quarter a day? Who will be there to milk our cows and slaughter our bulls? Who will be there to print those now obviously nonexistent 'Made in China' labels on our now no longer existing massively produced consumer goods? Heck - Who will be our new China? 

Nobody. 

This is why you are so priceless. This is why you are such a commodity. This is why the world needs you.

I love you, stupid people - You give me shit to write about. 

Walter Plinge

形容词

August 1st 2025
My fairest of greetings to the curious eyes of the reader, I'm Eikon and I’m an International Private Investigator. I was born and bred in London on the fifth of the eleventh, nineteen-eighty-four and I’ve just hit forty. It is normal for a man to start doubting his purpose in life when he’s hit the infamous fourth decade. It is abnormal to feel fulfilled to the point where I could be killed by a speeding bullet through the nasal cavity and not have any regrets surface until I hit the ground. The experiences I’ve had with my dear companion have proven to be unparalleled by any such event ever witnessed on this planet. I’ve witnessed the dawn and dusk of an era, arguably the final era that will grace us.
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Said era had already commenced before I even realised. I was at a coffee shop stalking and eavesdropping on a man, Matthias Yerig. His [ex] brother-in-law hired me under fear that Matthias had murdered his wife. Matthias was sitting at a table which was off-centre to the café; a stern, watchful look was draped over his face, with 3 days growth of facial hair masking the lower regions of his face; in contrast to the shining baldness of his dome. He sported an ill-fitting, mud-brown tee shirt and grimy white three-quarters. He stood at around 6’6’’, rather well built too. Definitely not someone I’d want suspecting me. I assumed I was safe nonetheless, seated at the corner of the shop near the hall which led to the restrooms. 
I sat there at my seat and drew out a cigarette from a tin I was carrying, using my silver Zippo lighter I set the rolled up tobacco alight and drew a few puffs. At that moment a man stood over Matthias’ table. The man was around 6 feet and had shoulder length, snow white hair. His complexion was fair as was his air. He wore a hooded, leather coat that was tied by a pair of belts at his midriff; the coat then flowed down to his knees but was also parted just above his buttocks. His pants were black with a tinge of green, presumably denim. He sat himself down across of Matthias with his head hanging. Matthias seemed to be interrogating the man for his purpose there. The man callously raised his head and gave Matthias a deep stare. They both rose and walked over to the restrooms. As they approached I stared at this mystery man’s face, he had a cute, youthful face; his eyes… his eyes were extraordinary; one was a deep emerald green, but the other… the other was a simple pupil; two red lines crossed down his face, one on either side of the pupil, it couldn’t have been a tattoo for the scarlet lines were marked even on the white of his eye. 
Flustered from the sight I looked back down to my news paper, my fedora hiding my eyes from those of the two men. As I heard their footsteps fade out a little I put out my cigarette and rose, making my way to the men’s bath-room. I saw them both enter the bathroom, yet upon entering, I saw that the stall doors were wide open and the window was gated shut; not a trace of the mysterious man or my suspect, all I found was a note on the bathroom mirror which stated “The Chitan is gone, you’re welcome. J ” That little yellow paper was a tiny entity that left me stupefied, that little; mustard-yellow sticky note was as dreadful to me as the Atomic Bomb was to Oppenheimer. Thousands upon thousands of questions rioted in my head. For a man to wander off into a room, nowhere to hide and leave a lone note talking of something as dreaded and long-thought gone as a Chitan… could  this man actually be insinuating the Chitan are still lurking amongst us?
***
I made my way home to my flat and typed out a report on my typewriter. I had a computer, a Macbook pro to be exact; however I preferred having my official documents typed through a type-writer. Ne’er had the typewriter shown any tangible benefits bar the fact it simply soothed my nerves; from the sound of the aged keys to the font and ink marked on the paper. The clock ticked and the report had come and gone, I was restless in my apartment. The questions still remained dormant in my mind. The fear of the Chitan I remember so vividly from my adolescence has resur-faced. Rising up I grabbed my mobile phone, lighter and cigarette tin and pocketed them, I draped myself in my trench coat and fedora, grabbed the keys and walked out of my flat. Trying to displace the thoughts in my head I analysed the hallways of the flat, the staircases and windows. I searched for any changes, something interesting to replace the questions in my mind but the search was for naught. The same dated, green wallpaper; the same, puffy maroon carpet; the same, chipped, white wooden windows, nothing had changed at the block of studio flats that housed the litter of John and Jane Does. I lit up a fag and paced along the town Park. Dew covered the park, streets and buildings and a cold, distinct chill was in the air; interrupted only by the faint warmth of the street lamps; weather which was typical London.
It was at the Park that I had my restless questions put; finally, to rest. It was at the park that night where I first wet myself since I was an infant. I walked by an elder Englishman who was walking his parson Russell terrier when this timid elder asked me for the time. He started talking to me, he started droning on how he had to fetch a taxicab for his bones were brittle and his legs were fragile; not sturdy enough to carry his body back to his abode. As far as honesty goes, this is right up there with “I did not have sexual relations with this woman.”
Upon ending his speech the old bastard gripped my arm. Tightly, this was the level of tightness that would be compared to the jaws of a lion enclosed on the spine of a wildebeest. The old man’s humble veneer had dissipated and his visage was now home to an animalistic sense of hunger. His skin darkened and seemed to get firmer, his pupils dilated and his eye turned yellow, rows of sharp, gritty teeth burst out of his vein-lined purple gums. He whispered to me words that sounded like a dozen voices speaking in unison, adding a very certain effect to the otherwise weak words. “You won’t see the sun rise, kid.”, That’s what the sod told me. I expected to feel pain; I expected to die. However, all I felt was the realisation that my crotch was very warm and very damp. Opening my eyes showed the mystery man gripping the my attacker’s scaly and muscled arm; I saw my saviour held a short, black blade held high above the old man’s head, seeming to embrace the white purity of the Moon. Swiftly the arm of my saviour came down, and the black blood of my attacker was momentarily suspended in air, I caught a glimpse of the creatures head detached from its shoulders, flesh twisting and rippling in the night air; and then I saw the entire entity of this, now dead, being turn to a fine, black sand.
My jaw dropped, the nameless sir sheathed his blade and sniffed. For a while, I felt that time had stopped. In my career I had already seen a lot of gore and had my fair share of shocks but it all paled in comparison to this moment.
“Smells like someone had a little accident!” Said the man in a cheerful, friendly tone; the kind of tone you’d expect to hear from a teasing friend, not the man that just killed a ravenous Chitan. 
Mustering up the nerves to speak, I timidly uttered a ‘thank-you’. The man introduced himself,
“My name is Anima, Anima Gigae to be exact. Would you care to share your name?” He asked, while a humble smile rested upon his face.
“Eikon, I’m a Private Investigator.”
“So I’ve seen.” Exclaimed Anima, “As you may have noticed, I’m not exactly what you’d call a vigi-lante. Nor am I an eccentric person. I’m more of an Angel/second coming of Christ kind of deal. I figured that’s a large detail about me so I’d get it out in the open right now.”
Upon hearing these words, alarms sounded in my head. I instantly labelled my saviour as a tenant at an asylum. At that moment he directed my attention to his eyes, I felt my body go numb; my mind go soft and my vision blur. I awoke on the couch at my flat, my mobile phone on the low, oak coffee table with another of this psychopath’s yellow notes beside it. The note stated that I should call upon waking; for this he left his number on the note

“3567931277”I mumbled. I shrugged the thought off and heaved myself to bed.

 

[/end session;; ‘proofread1’]

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JAMIE: Good morning, I can’t assume when you’ve read this, but I can tell you that I wrote this on the sixth of the eight, 2008 at 2:03 am.

 

/end note

Art, Porn and You! *Text::NSFW*

Multiple times in the recent past, people have seen some of my nude art paintings and felt 'scandalised' saying it was 'porn'. Now, these were drawings of naked men and women in a dignified pose oftentimes covering up in order to experiment with poses. Yet they would've found the art to have been vulgar.

This isn't a rare occurrence for many artists and photographers. It seems that while we have changed from the victorian ages but society has trouble with the segregation of porn and nude art. It's undeniable we're still going through the transition of purifying our minds from perversity that plagued us all since the middle ages; but it's very possible that there are factors in the modern world  which oppresses the growth of modern society.

The Media; screwing us up since 1938

Watching television has become a daily and global commodity in second and first world countries, having the opinions and point of views of companies, politicians, individuals and communities to all those with a screen. It's not that television can't be an entertaining diversion for most, it's the materialistic views squeezed between what you're actually watching called adverts. Adverts are placed in the last dwindling moments of one's attention spans with the sole purpose of printing a message from the creator of the advert into the eyes of the viewer. Often enough adverts display an attractive young man or woman scantily dressed showing off the product which invokes the desire of the viewers search for happiness, thinking that the product will bring him a step closer to everlasting happiness. For example, Axe Body Spray adverts show a man who; upon spraying himself with the product, has bikini-clad women chasing after John Doe. Perhaps the woman with a double-zero size eating Nutritious bars as a dieting scheme, attracting the looks of men after she sampled said nutri-bar.

Basically, 99% of all television owners who buy into adverts should be models with more than 5 members of the opposite sex bangin' them blind while inadvertently becoming successful billionaires.

Porn is always created with the intention of satisfying a sexual need on shorthand notice when you're to poor to afford a hooker (and Lord knows morality isn't an affecting factor, since you're beating your meat to what is essentially the broken dreams of a young girl with, you know, tits). Porn is basically material that is objectifying women as a sexual tool. In contrast, nude art is about portraying the human body appropriately. Portraying emotions, humility, the roots of human nature and beauty but I'm not rambling about physical beauty but rather beauty of the human body, appreciation for ourselves as a race, a species. We differentiate porn from nude art with little to no hassle. Does the media in question show off the woman as a walking vagina, or as a person? If you see a drawing of a woman with her legs spread above her head, panties round her ankle, two or so fingers placed firmly at her crotch and a look in her eye that makes weakens your knees, it is safe to say that what you're looking at is Porn. Smut. Filth. Soot. That's the difference between being an art collector, and a virgin with 60 gigabytes-worth of lesbian spanking infernos on his computer.

Culturally, you'll find a varying definition of porn and nude art. In America, sex is grand on television, a commodity in the bedroom, kinky in your brain but a taboo in public. I mean, God forbid children see nipples! Holy crap nipples make me sick. Gah. [/sarcasm] In Europe, being topless is acceptable, I mean, most people have nipples right? Nipples. In Africa, there are more human tits hanging out than there are of the entire population of animals on the continent. Now in the Middle East, we've got strippers who show their wrist. Holy tap-dancing chipmunks that is hot. It's really heating up under the collar [belt] here. Mmm. Additionally, we have Japan (I'm not going to comment on the rest of Asia), who are either the biggest perverts on the planet, or very clean-minded. I have yet to find the molestation rates of the country, if they're high; they're perverts, if not; they are Part-time Eunuchs.

Pro-tip; if you felt a little naughty when reading this article, you might be a smut-loving asshole that watches television.

Hancock

Heh, when I went to see 21, one of the previews was that which was named Hancock. After repressing adolescent giggles at the title, curiosity took ahold of my sense of judgement. The advertising was good because it showed a lot of good things in the film.

Hancock is a movie that isn't a masterpiece nor a mediocre film. It's a film that aims for something new and revolutionary in superhero films, but in the end it just felt like a very detailed epilogue. I felt that after the film, I was content with the film and its presentation, but it was a little too vague as far as all the characters go. I guess it's a good thing because it didn't come off as too strong, but it was a little calm for any superhero lovers.

Yeah, having a new superhero is fresh but after the initial ass-kicking festival it melted down to an average story with a nice little twist. Alas that's it, bar the twist the story itself was too dragged out. 

The action sequences are nice and nearly invoked a little bit of envy when the piss-drunk, flying Will Smith busting out sarcastic remarks to the general cholesterol-soaked americans of LA.

Not much else to write I guess, I'll give you a number for your satisfaction. 8/10.

The Hierarchy

I got sent this really awesome video from a friend, it is one of the talks from TED; Ideas worth spreading. And it truly is an inspiring video which brings up many points on sociology, education, ecology and psychology. Here's the video;

I feel that yes, the current education system is definitely not endorsing creativity but actually killing it off. This is probably the thing all those "non-conformist" and unpopular children and teens were going on about during your youth. Not the ones that were in it for the look, but the ones that had a head on their shoulder who were not afraid to think in a different direction than that of mainstream society, the same kind of children that were constantly told they had potential, which would be very well true, but that they weren't applying themselves. The kicker is that they were applying themselves, but not where they were supposed to. Hell, I know that academic subjects are crucial yet on the other hand so is creativity. In fact, I know someone (and I know him very well) who was adequate with academic subjects like Mathematics but when it came down to it, he didn't enjoy it. 

What he really enjoyed was art, and if he didn't have teachers that were competent enough to actually understand a student, to actually understand that intelligence isn't measured in academic subjects, he would have never had enough motivation to work on in his favoured direction. I have yet to find out how the young man's story ends.

I'm closing off now, and will simply leave a charming little quote.

People who think keep the world going; people who think creatively keep the world going forward.

Summer Solistice

Summer solstice has come, School has come and gone, the nights are longer, and the sun is stronger. Vive l'Été!

I'm sure everyone has already started swimming in the waters and tanning on the beaches (Bar the Kiwis and Dingos, of course) or even found a new friend flying in from foreign lands (Yes, yes, we know she come from Russia with love... Yes I KNOW how she's a gymnast!) Truly a fun thing to wake up at noon or dawn, to sleep at dusk or midnight, all depending on what flavour of awesome you've got a craving for.

Although the fear of summer work imposed by the higher-ups at our school has put everyone on their toes, I'm pretty calm seeing I got early confirmation I passed Physics, Maths, Chemistry and [undoubtedly] English! All that could threaten me now is Maltese and French. That alone is worth a shit-eating grin on my face.

My only regret is I haven't gone swimming yet, despite numerous chances just because I don't have good swim shorts. Gah, I mean the last thing you want at the beach is stares concentrated on my groin. While flattering, it is nonetheless unnerving.

I'm actually feeling pretty good, and may really enjoy this summer!

Guns of the Patriots!

You know what? Screw you guys, I'm not reviewing this game. Unless you call this a review; Best game ever, in fact it's not a game it's an 

EXPERIENCE =D

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In fact, that's why there are few updates, oh and yeah, exams too :c

Sand

Note: I'm going to be tackling multiple topics; hence the rather vague title.

So, on a new note, Y4J is starting on Saturdays and I really need to continue studying for this week, bllaaaah.

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So I downloaded the Battlefield: Bad company demo onto my Ps3 and I'm just going to come out and say it. It's a great game with a bit of a high price. Besides the game's size, the initial playing was good. Although it had a bit of a learning curve, and ran at 576p! (I'll be returning to this later.) Single player was rather nice, the destructible environments are pretty swank, being able to blow up parts of houses or knock down trees is pretty fun and functional in single player and multiplayer. The graphics were not that good and didn't run on HD. Blah, lost some respect there. Now I'm walking into the multiplayer... In Multiplayer there are two teams; the attackers and the Defenders. This game mode is reminiscent of Gunz' unofficial Attack and Defend game mode which I. LOVED. The HUD is overall rather shit, while the minimap is nice, the rest is utter shit. It's bland and overall hindering at times. The crosshair is utterly DISMAL to use; mostly since it can't even show the recoil range when firing. Now handling the controls is okay; if you find "realistic" walking means having your head bob up and down like a pair of huge tits. End even worse when it comes to looking and shooting close range, I've been playing around with the sensitivity and I am still unable to find a comfortable speed, not to mention shooting a grenade from your gun, or perhaps even a little sniping is a bit bat-shit hard since you have to lead and having such a poor HUD which has no numerical information to help estimate leading; making the entire ordeal all-the-more difficult. Another critique is the close range shooting, because when you're shooting, it doesn't feel right, there's a total lack of immersion as it's frustrating to be in a fire-fight, similar to Haze, and utterly unlike (and I'm sorry for bringing this up in a review) CoD4 (where shooting feels like shooting, and it's actually rewarding to fight. Although I partially liked sniping in this, for lead ing the bullets onto targets was a game in itself, not to mention the HUGE maps allowed for some fantastic sniping. And mentioning sniping reminded me of something else, there's no prone position, making sniping a bit abysmal when it comes to finding a good hiding place, seeing as you cant go prone underneath a bush or by a tree, to minimise recoil and your hitbox, also leaving you unable to hide behind shorter walls from the enemy eye. Seeing as trying to hide from ballistics of any sort is a bit futile, since environments break down like wafers in a toilet.. Vehicles are also nice, but when your playing defend and have a team who refuses to blow up the tanks, you find your team getting beaten pretty damned hard. Nearly sodomised for chrissakes. Next, is the game system. That is to say, weapons unlocking, leveling and whatnot. Overall it's really balanced and is quite simple, reach the next rank and you receive 1 credit, which is used to unlock any weapon or item of your choice. Solid system right there. The sound is okay, but can be a little off, and it sounds a little funny but suits the games light atmosphere. And I got to admit, the music that's used is absolute bliss to listen too n_n The BIGGEST problem was the face the game was FIXATED with fucking my resolution It INSISTED I make the default resolution 567p and that I shan't use a style for my Ps3, and that pissed me off; big time. I deleted the thing, but yet I still re-downloaded it. *sigh* And apparently, few have this problem, not a large number but it's still there. Overall, I think the game is kinda mediocre, but it still kept me coming back for more. Kind of like certain movies I guess. Blah. I recommend the game, perhaps a rent on console, unless you want to go for the PC version. Might fix most of the problems you'd experience on a console. 7/10 babies =/

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner...

So, a week ago, a friend and I went to the cinema to watch a film. There was a film which caught my eye due to it's rating (14). Mainly, it caught my eye because it's a weird rating that's seldom seen. I'm very unsure as to what's caused this, perhaps the way the film seems to really captivate you? I seriously saw nothing that needed it to be rated above 12.

Well, regardless, we watched the film and I'm pretty damned glad we did.

It's got a very good progression of character, presentation of story and a great use of foreshadowing. The beginning characters started out to be rather cliché, stereotyped and relatable, but I guess that helped contrast how their character changes.

The script was very well written and the casting was great. Although I can't help but think that Kate Bosworth seemed too mature looking (Don't get me wrong, she was, nonetheless, attractive), sometimes look less like a young college girl and more like a 30-year-old colleague from the office. On the other hand I guess it makes sense for she holds the 'Mature-minded' part of her character above the "cute crush" aspect. 

Sometimes the film had a habit of making you feel like you were watching a car drive 180 mph into your family, orphanage and Kate Beckinsale in slow-motion, putting you through a bit of frustration and pain. That's a point for immersion, and a point for making me face palm.

To conclude, seeing how the film ends, wrapping it all up and putting a cheeky smirk on your face while you walk out of the cinema was really worth it.

Too long; don't read: WATCH THE FILM; TARD.

Eurovision Semi-Final!~ Results

The countries moving on to the Eurovision finals are.....*cue drumroll*

• Ukraine!
  
• Croatia (Viagraz?)
  
• Albania (Wtf?!)
  
• Iceland (Uhh)
  
• Georgia (What the hell?! [Hope she doesn't see this])
  
• Denmark (Retro!)
  
• Sweden
  
• Latvia (Gay Latvian Pirates... who knew?)
  
• Turkey (OH for FUCKS sake)
  
• Portugal (...)
  

In conclusion, the Maltese presence is getting more redundant each year, albeit Morena's curvaceous figure brightened up the TV.

C-c-COMBO POST

Right. So in my following post, I'll be tackling multiple topics.

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I recently thought of purchasing a book, preferably by Kathy Reichs or something, but then I recalled a meeting I had with my wallet the week before, i.e., my wallet is on lockdown. Let's hope the album art I drew for a band will prove a wise investment.

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So recently the lurking co-author Drake introduced me to Thin Lizzy a very solid band which I am quite fond of. So yeah, Thanks Drake!

Additionally, yesterday I had a chemistry problem-solving experiment, which was, basically, finding the optimum pH indicator from herbs, plants, flowers, fruits, vegetable and children. Well, children should've been an option, too many are running around complaining about how their mother didn't buy them the latest doll that pisses itself.

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So, Haze was released a short while ago. Apparently it's quite the disappointment.

It's a short game, clocking in at about above 7 hours. Alas, if I were to poke at something, I wouldn't poke at its length because with nowadays standards, a 7 hour game is not exactly common. (Looking at you, Heavenly Sword) So now I bring myself to face some of the more serious problems with the game.

The Gimmicky Nectar element is okay, which is only really fun, in what could possibly be the games redeeming quality-the co-op, which, at moments can be really fun. I mean, striking your mate in the back only to see him shaking violently due to high levels of urine-sorry, Nectar-is kind of amusing. That aside, Nectar just that, a gimmick. Although soon you'll end up losing your MANTEL alliance and defect to the Promise Hand (really awkward since you're the only non-Latino there) in turn losing the power to dose on Nectar and gain the ability to play dead, an interesting mechanic in a First Person Shooter, but it just seems like a re-hashed idea. 

As foreseen by the gaming community, the hype that was surrounding Haze (couple with a few delays) was its downfall. When you get something mediocre, dress it up, and drown it in hype, the final game seems much worse. Now I won't dwell on how God-awful this game could've REALLY been if it weren't for any improvements they made during the delays (unless they were sampling some of their own "Nectar" at the workplace). As far as graphics go, the game is pretty much just run-off-the-mill. Although the effects and visuals are passable when actually fighting and what have you.

The Story is not bad, but definitely nothing to write home about, nothing that leaves you thinking, or even something elusive. Its pretty straightforward, like an Action film that would scramble to have a believable plot for their next gun-fest.

In closing, the game is worth, at most, a rent. 6/10. But don't take my word for it, for I'm posting my opinion, so bugger off and get your own.

*****

Also, keep an eye out for an hour from now, when I come back with the Eurovision semi-final while sampling some Russian Vodka off of my own back. 

Ramblings!

What's going on?

Well, I've taken on a small part in a play for "Founder's Day" at my school, a day to celebrate St. John Baptist De La Salle's founding of Lasallian schools. And yesterday my Maltese and Maths teachers took those who were participating in the play (six in total) to RTK, a national radio station. It was really cool to go to a studio and see how they do their stuff, although some halls were notably dusty from constructions going on at the time (a lift, apparently). It really is an experience, you know, to go with friends (and teacher's) to a radio station during school hours and I have to say, for a radio play by kids, it sounded really good (apart from a couple of odd recordings of me, <_<).

For some reason I've recently been feeling very stressed, fatigued and just plain peeved. Iunno. I cherish the time I get to spend to myself, in utter peace, because as the years roll by, these sacred moments are getting ever more scarce. Not to mention that right now, I seem to be harbouring a bucket of paranoia with a few dozes of self-hate. *shrug* Probably just adolescence. Ugh.

I'm hoping that perhaps I can produce a comic in summer. A small side project... along with my studies... studying in summer! RAGH. Oh yeah, I heard Treyarch want to make Call of duty 5 a WWII shooter, but in the PACIFIC! Oh la la, more WWII shooters.  -_- You'd think after Infinity Ward's impeccable success with Call of Duty 4, Treyarch wouldn't be fools and beat progress with their shoe, until progress piggy-backs them to an 'odd' drop in profit. Also, why is the Call of Duty license being whored around so callously? I mean, if it were between two good companies I'd understand, but alas the other company is Treyarch. Congratulations on beating the dead horse you twits.

Also, I take my coffee like this, Beans, sugar, MILK, WATER, STIR. I'm kind of hoping my butler monkey's read this, they're too busy trying to write Hamlet.

P.S, I won't hate any of you if you COMMENT.

Would You Like Whipped Cream with that, Sir?

To cop out of writing an entire blog-entry, in turn posting lots of mundane drivel, I'll simply put up some of my art. =D

Edit: My cop-out has been foiled. Darn.

Right, so I'll just put out some notes on some recent events.

Ok, so I finally got to check out the McCafé, the main attraction being the posters with the Strawberry Frappé. The Frappé was nothing special, though I had an Apple Faggotto (who the HELL came up with that name?) And to be frank, whenever I buy from the Café, the names and looks of the food always make me feel that I'm a step away from wearing frilly shirts and going to discos to listen to techno and let men do jello-shots off of my stomach but after I start eating I stop caring and simply nibble away.

Also, last Saturday I tried something new, waking up at 5am to take a run on the seafront. I'm gonna say that drinking Dr. Pepper in the town square at half-five and then sprinting off and free-running around St. Julians is really cool. Not only are there less people, therefore less awkward looks, but it's really tranquil. Even the weather is kind of invigorating, in contrast with what was the hot sun we normally have in May. (In case you're not Maltese, it's been really cloudy and overcast (with some rain)  during the past two days) Also, being able to free-run and work out in the playground is kind of cool, seeing as there are no kids to worry about.

Well, the most recent news is that the Metal Gear Online Premiere Beta ended yesterday, so I'm gonna round off with ROLL ON JUNE 12th!

Cloverfield Review

So at around half three today, my dad asked me to go down and return a DVD to the store when upon seeing what the little machine held in itself, I yelped. Seriously, what I saw on that monitor lifted my spirits a wee bit. 

What I saw?

Cloverfield. I must admit, Cloverfield (produced by JJ Abrams directed by Matt Reeves and written by Drew Goddard) is one of the only films I've been excited about since Barney's Great Adventure all those years ago. Since then, I'd always had a certain lack of enthusiasm about new films. Then I heard it was a monster film... it was inevitable, I HAD to watch the film.

Now, onto the actual film. The film is ENTIRELY FROM THE VIEWPOINT OF ONE CAMERA. A camera which recorded the entire thing. Now, I won't delve into details (leading to spoilers) but we follow one main event (May 23rd) and little snippets of another event (April 27th). The snippets are a little comic relief. Some people may be asking why on earth would their be comic relief in a thriller? Well, with the way that Cloverfield captivates you, ties you up, and toys with your emotions at gunpoint calls for a little relief now and then although these snippets tend to lull you into a sense of emotional safeness. Then bam, your psyche is being beaten with a stick.

My next comment is the cast. Nearly everyone is unknown in the bizniz but they all pulled it off so well. I don't know how they did it, but they did. Their acting coupled with the camera really payed off in the end result. Going onto the camera, now, I'm not the harshest of critics, but the worst thing that MAY be present is the camera's angles, which can give some people headaches. I myself experienced no problems, but I've spoken with others who have had massive headaches from the film. 

I was really satisfied with the ending, it left me wanting more, but also left me satisfied. Something seldom found in film these days, what with the cliché endings, cliffhangers and whatnot. 

Now that's the general, spoiler free review, I'm gonna leave it at that seeing as I could throw out a few more paragraphs with detailed praise of the film.

Happy Birthday From Us!

Happy Birthday from Drake, Steve and me!

Welcome to the Las Vegas ring! In one corner, we've got...

So, there's a petition to stop Dr. Uwe Boll's Career of taking video games, chopping their limbs off, covering them in pig's fat and then labeling it as his "Latest hit film".

The Petition is aiming for 1,000,000 signatures, so far reaching 24% of its goal. 

First time I heard of the guy, I thought to myself, "Could he really be THAT bad?". I, being the young and foolish adolescent, rented a few of his films. I can tell you, drugs aren't the only thing that adolescent curiosity can tempt you to experiment with. And just like drugs, his films are bad. Really, REALLY bad.

Thinking this guy was just some young buck who sucked, I didn't think I could hate him, but he made me hate him. This guy is failing beyond all expectations. I mean, not only is he a middle-aged man who's had some experience, but as far as public reactions go, his are extremely childish. He later rebutted to more hate from the populous,  at the beginning I felt he was trying to make a valid point, then BAM, a reflex must've kicked in, throwing his head so far up his ass he re-created the CatDog self-ingestion paradox.

He then preaches to the haters, saying he found the IPs of petition-signers and tracked them down like an internet hax0r, despite calling Steven Spielberg and Michael Bay 'computer nerds' for, APPARENTLY, signing more than once. What? Did he seriously accuse these two directors of signing an e-petition multiple times personally? Qrwtfbbq? Also, he continues by saying he found a "Film" on YouTube  by one of the undersigned, and started to ridicule it and compare it to his films even though he puts his out for profit in cinemas, while these guys were trying to get a few laughs on youtube. What was he expecting? To find the works of Giacomo Talimini? Or perhaps a box-office hit?

I'm unsure wether he is schizophrenic, or just an air-headed pillock.

Also, if anyone finds the video where he calls out Michael Bay for a fight in the ring, please send!

Metal Gear Online: Premiere Beta

First of all, I must excuse me and my colleagues for we've been busy with our busy, cheeky-cheery lives, socialising with cheeky-cheering pros and doing homework for our cheeky-cheery teachers.

So, for us EUROFAGS, the Premiere Beta was abso-ha-loutely free. All we had to do was download the game, install it on our PS3s,  update it for a few thousand hours, then endure entire days trying to get the Konami and Game ID needed for the game. Lovely first impressions eh? Konami then postponed the beta to get out a nicer, faster site as well as working servers for MGO. Bravo, we now have a secure server size for the game :D

Next, is the game. You get on, log in and make a character (rather simple, but intricate and entertaining enough for the BETA) and it's really cool to change the voice pitch, face and clothing of our character. Okay, all well and good! But delving further into the game, we play a match. If you ignored the online manual for the game, as well as the training levels, you're going to suck more than a man that found a puddle of water in the Sahara after wandering for a few days. This game has a steep learning curve after getting used to Call of Duty 4 gameplay. So until you get comfortable with the maps and controls, you're not going to be seeing lots of your enemies downed by your guns.

Another reason for this curve is that your character is as well handled as trying to run a business where the salesmen are donkeys on dope. But as you use this "Skills" for your character, and develop them, you start strengthening your strengths and whatnot. Leading you to having a pimped out character suited to your playing style.

When it comes to fighting, you can snipe (sniping, in Metal Gear Online is, btw, SUBLIME!), you can stick to your team with an assault rifle and shoot en masse. Or you can use CQC. CQC is a nice factor which allows you to grab, choke, knockout and punch enemies. Trés fancy!

Now, the game modes and Maps.

In Metal Gear Online, the Europeans received two initial maps with four game modes.

These were Blood Bath and Groznyj Grad, with the game modes called BASE, Team deathmatch, deathmatch and Capture.

Now we have Blood Bath, Groznyj Grad, Midtown Maelstrom and as for game modes; we got Team Deathmatch, Deathmatch, Base, Capture and Sneaking.

Blood bath is the mayhem map, Groznyj Grad is the sneaky-sneaky large map, and Midtown Maelstrom is the lengthy, sniper ridden map. All very, very nice.

Now Team deathmatch and deathmatch are self-explanatory.

 Base is  basically both teams being control freaks, trying to dominate each other in specific areas of the map. It's kind of like a "Domination/Domination" Relationship. Challenging and unstable (Exciting) ;D.

Capture is a rather tricky game were there are two objects in different sites on the map, where you must get them both (or just one) at your base, while leaving the other team with nothing. It's very satisfying to snipe the enemy bases xD

Last and not least is sneaking, sneaking has two players playing as Snake and his robot the Mk. II pitched against the Red and Blue teams, who are also fighting one another. Forming a love triangle of bullets. Now, Snake's objective is to knock-out, or hold-up others and take their dog tags. While the Mk II whizzes around knocking people out for our old Friend Snake. Now, playing as snake is FUN. You've got two primary weapons (Custom M4 and Mosin Nagant Tranq. Sniper Rifle) the Mk. 2 tranquilizer gun, and stun grenades, chaff grenades and a dirty-magazine (With MORE PAGES!), giving you a little arsenal to help you out. Also, Snake has the nifty Octocamo, which when used right, ensures a stealthy and swift win. The Octocamo replicates the texture you press against, and when in the shade, makes one almost invisible. But beware, running or hasty decisions could lead to an enemy player raping you with CQC for a while :(

But so far this game has proved great for a balanced, stealth-action online game. I was wholly surprised by the sexiness of it all @_@

Now, off to twiddle my thumbs.

Hey, this is a little test I did a while ago, experimenting with Flash professional 8 =D

Pardon the piss-poor quality.

So I needed some money...

Mhaarrr.

Open for Business!

Hey, this is me saying that this blog is now open, grand, isn't it?

Right now I'm just fooling around and fondling with codes. RAWHAHAW *rowdy laughter*