Scintillating Stimulations of My Mind

This is just a rather random notebook of any thoughts I might have while surfing the internet or something like that...I forge--oooh look! Fruit. Anyways...enjoy this rather brilliant masterpiece. *sleeps*

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Location: Dhaka, Bangladesh

Warrior-poet, 1337, legend. These are but a handful of names recently given to me by my peers. Worshipped in certain tribes in the Amazon and Guatemala, I am the very embodiment of awesome in this (and most others) plane of existence.

Saturday, December 31, 2005

Happy New Year

Well...it is far from the crescending echo of time that is 'New Year' [how quaint] in Bangladesh. But I figured that it was a new year somewhere in this blue sphere of pain and ecstasy.

So, if you live in those parts where it is New Year already...go drown in some alcohol you hedonistic piece of inflammable luck. For those of you who are reading this after the new year has arrived and the mother, father, first cousin and awkward grandparent of hangovers is upon you: shame on you.

You should be sending me colourful and expensive gifts instead of lugging yourself around in your 2 bedroom apartment/palatial estate with slaves at every room.

And for those of you I have yet to specify or simply all of humanity:

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Ciao.

Monday, December 26, 2005

Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children---The Review

A long time ago, I played a little game that ended up changing my life. Final Fantasy VII was its name and it opened my mind to what a compelling story experience not only games can be the proud mediums of, but also to what greatness the human mind is capable of.

Now, almost 9 years later, the follow up to the greatest game of all time [at least in my superior and correct opinion] has been released. In the form of a CGI movie ala Spirits Within. So, as with everything to do with myself, I shall attempt to break all forms of tradition and present to you a quick and brief review of the movie.

First, the good news.

Unlike Hironobu Sakaguchi's [why are you making games for Micro$oft?! WHY?!] visually stunning yet cerebrally stupid movie...Advent Children rocks so badly that it makes me want to flip out and kill people. For those of you who are not 'in the know' or 'down with it' with such 'street' lingo...what I am trying to say is this: This movie is the greatest piece of action movie goodness you will ever watch until the next Final Fantasy movie.

Also unlike Spirits Within, this movie is directed by character designer of FFVII, FFVIII and FFX/X-2...Tetsuya Nomura. And my sentiments on his direction ability is this: a new Sakaguchi has risen.

I am still under the impression that no person living or dead has managed to put the sum of my [and at least 700,000 others'] feelings so skillfully and eloquently. Thus, I shall copy and paste [sans expletives] what the great Tycho [of Penny Arcade fame] had written:


"This film contains scenes that may be totally f******g awesome. Your favorite characters may be rendered in extreme detail as they take part in mind-blowing battles set in familiar locales. Futuristic scabbard/motorcycles might be depicted in a way that makes them appear sweet."

But I shall attempt to add something to that great piece of contemporary literature: I nearly cried like a baby while this great piece of film was being played before my eyes. Tears of joy people. Tears. Of. Joy.


Maybe I should also state the bad now...after all...this is a review:

Needed to be at least 60 hours long for me to start frothing at the mouth with pleasure and die [I would gladly die while watching this movie...I swear]...I want more swordfights and action. I want one of those Moogle dolls....and last but not least...

Where are the Chocobos?!!!

Now that I have that out of the way...allow me to rewatch that movie for like the 67th time. Believe me...I'm not joking.

Ciao.

Can't we all just get along?

A few of your earth days ago, I happened upon a scene which began to turn my cranial cogs like a magical cog-turning dragon thingy. It was of a comparitively well-off (financially) little girl-not more than 8 years of age- chatting non-chalantly with a young street boy.

Now, people outside of my native Bangladesh might be offended by calling a less privileged young human being a 'street' boy. But let me tell you this, as riven as my heart is at the thought of such a prospect, the denizens of Bangladesh live in a society in which the distribution of income is horrendously uneven. Where there are people living in near-famine conditions while there are those driving around in Porches and BMWs, sipping alcohol in a muslim nation just to be 'modern'. Now, let me make it clear that the improverished make up about 90-95% of our population and the alcohol-sipping cads make up around 1-2%. These disgusting abominations of our rapidly decaying society are usually the politicians, people we vote to lead us out of the aforementioned third-world poverty and into the bright light at the end of the tunnel-the title of 'developed' country. But alas, 90% of our foreign aid and even domestic revenue end up in these unethical beings' own pockets, leaving the general populace's dreams of a better life merely that...a dream.

Alas, I stray from the main point.

Thus, with this alarmingly gargantuan disparity in income levels, our society has degraded almost into a form of 'class' system. Where the well off turn their collective noses up at those whose only sin was to be fated with a poor household and a lack of proper education which would be the keystone to their rising the social ladders. Thus, us 'rich' ones...yes, I too am a member of this 1-2% minority [although not the BMW/Porche driving fanatics with their indian fashion sense and immoral vices. Fine...we aren't as well off as those retards.] usually segregate ourselves from the impoverished majority of our realm. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule, but they are few and too far between.

The scene I mentioned way up there in the beginning of this labyrinthine essay got me puzzling my puzzler until I realized a certain point we as humans almost never admit. We turn into uptight little pricks when we grow up.

Face the facts, when you were a young little ne'er-do-well, causing a ruckus for the denial of the purchase of some fabulous, obscure little toy, did you ever discriminate? Did you ever stop talking to a fellow human being just because he or she was different from you? Sift through the sin, swim through the pain and tears and hearken back to the days of yore. And the answer should hit you like that truck that keeps missing you on the highway: never. At least, not unless the grown-ups told you to.

Every gathering I ever went to that featured tiny tots [ages 2-8] in moderate numbers were met with the same sight. A smorgasbond [is that even a word? I remember hearing/reading that word somewhere once...some help is appreciated] of tolerance and equality is usually the sight you will behold once you see these hellraisers interact. Gone are social status, gone are differences in monetary conditions, gone are any form of discrimination. These kids are saints.

At least when you compare them to the absolute cesspool of ignorance, hate and intolerance that us creatures above the puberty-line are. We constantly check our little meter of social status like a healthbar in an especially hard videogame. Constantly behaving a certain way so as to show of our powers over those 'below' us. I'm not talking simply about the third-world here. I'm talking about the whole world. Even those from fully-developed and ultra-super-duper-extra powered-giga-futuristic metropoli are guilty of this sad by-product of a fast-paced world.

Where did we go wrong people?

It is a well known fact that during the years leading upto puberty, human beings are information sponges, absorbing even arbitrary and pointless information like a super absorbant piece of tissue paper in a pint of easily-absorbed liquid. And we all try hard to teach these children the harsh realities of life so that they grow up to be just as we are, and maybe even better. For human beings have the capacity to be better. But for once, I would like to take this opportunity to request you people over the age of 13, to take a page out of children's books and try to learn from them. We all yell and scream and pull each others' hair for human rights and for the fair treatment of the entire human race.

Maybe we should practice what we preach.

Ciao.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

The Eight Immo...Myths of Gaming. [Now powered by BOOMERANGS]

Here is a nice little article on eight myths about video games debunked.

And here is a pleasantly surprising and not very well known fact about the PS3 controller.

Nothing else to report for today.....ummmm....yeah...

Ciao.

Knights of the New Final Fantasy Republic XII

I remember my first time playing a title out of a certain Role-Playing Game [RPG] franchise. As silly as I felt playing through the 8th carnation of a title, I gave it a try. The opening cinematic promised an action-packed adventure of biblical proportions and I licked my parched lips as I waited feverishly for the actual gameplay to begin. Then after about 15 minutes of getting accustomed to the controls and whatnot, I began a battle with a tiny blue bug, wondering about the gunblade armed, acrobatic leaps and magical bounds I would unleash upon this poor little creature, whose only sin was encountering me before the rest of the unsuspecting world. Then, after coming face-to-face with the realization that action in the game is in fact turn-based...I merely wanted to see some more of the story before the game would be chucked out the window like an expired laxative. Then I met the storyline.

And I stayed. Oh god did I stay!

Of course, as the more perceptive of you will realize, the game I just finished talking about was a little known title known as Final Fantasy VIII. A gem of a game that, besides introducing the atrocious Junction system, single-handedly changed my perceptions about the media form known as video games. Gone were the days when gaming meant mindlessly eviscerating foes with a cannon in your arms...gone were the days where I thought only America made all the good games...and gone were the days when I couldn't get emotionally attached to a game and its polygonal, digital entities. I was born to the greatness that is Final Fantasy.

It didn't take me long to hunt down Final Fantasy VII and soon, I had fallen behind Cloud and Co's mission to save the Planet from the evil, Aeris-killing blade of Sephiroth. And it was pretty much the greatest game I have ever played, even up to this very moment as I regale you with my adventures.

I have not played Final Fantasy IX, X, X-2 nor XI, as I never owned a console after the 16-bit era. But with the advent of the Ps3, believe me...I will. But besides XI, I have played a little of the others, including ye-olde FFV and FFVI, and Chrono Trigger...and I was convinced that the entity of Square [now Square-Enix] could do no wrong.

Until now.

Haters and the more observant take heed, my following opinions are based on the numerous reports and actual in-game footage I have seen, so keep the "But it hasn't even been released yet lol" card to yourselves. I hope I am proved wrong about this...believe me. God knows I've been wrong [rare] before.

Final Fantasy XII...the latest rendition of the honoured classic franchise. A blend of cutting-edge current-gen graphics, and some of the most sophisticated and detailed CGI ever coded...as well as being the latest in the Final Fantasy series is enough for gaming fanatics to get their stamps of approval out this instance. But as us fans of the series know...things are not always what they seem.

My main gripe with XII is the overall interface. It is basically a tweaked out version of FFXI and I, as well as many others, do not like that. FFXI was an online game, thus the drastic changes in battle mechanics was pardonable. But this...this is an offline game and yet they still decided to stick to the FFXI system, mostly I feel, to draw in the countless newbies and FFXI freaks who have never touched FF before in thier lives and who would be shocked out of their de-sensitized covenant-bashing stupors. Oh woe!

But in doing so, they have stripped away the juicy, almost ethereal soul of the majestic tradition that is Final Fantasy. The ATB battle system, the Junction system, that turn-based thingy FFX used, they were different yes, but the core mechanics were still the same. But with this abomination, they had destroyed that great tradition, the stress-free-yet-so-stressful battles and what did they achieve? What new age wonder and pinnacle of the role-playing universe are they developing? The answer, like so many others, lies in another.

Namely...Knights of the Old Republic.

Now don't get me wrong...KOTOR was a true masterpiece of the very highest standard, and Bioware successfully got me reading more about Star Wars in the space of a few days than I had all my life. But it was no Final Fantasy...which is not really a bad thing. In essence, they had successfully created a battle environment that was unique to KOTOR, much like Square and Enix with their respective Final Fantasies and Dragon Quests. And it was good, but not really the thing I would see the gaming gods at Square-Enix emulate.

Kingdom Hearts was a good game, featuring its own brand of battles which was more action than any Square-Enix game which featured characters from Final Fantasy. But we all hoped that at least after a gruelling day of studies or work or whatever it is we as human beings do...we could sit down and engage in some Final Fantasy...

But what I didnt want was to sit down and see this gay-looking boy who looks barely out of his pre-pubescent coddling, wielding a sword and shield against a monster, in a battle system which is more like FF flavoured KOTOR. Where is the originality there? Is Squenix going to go against the rest of their traditions and make a crappy game for once?

If you are reading this Square-Enix...take notice. Change the battle system. I like having control over all my characters, I like seeing some vestiges of testosterone in my main characters, and I like Limit Breaks. You've spent most of our lifetimes making this one game, I, as well as several others, worry about the quality of your games when you do that.

Then again...if you do not change the system, you had better make sure that this is the greatest piece of gaming software ever to grace our jaded Final Fantasizing eyes, and that we can sing hymns to the greatness of the game as it ascends the throne of Valhalla.

Ciao.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

You know you've been in Japan too long if...

Yes, I'm still alive! Don't worry, none of those small people who hate this blog have brutally executed me with a cherry...it's all right.

But I have indeed been bored the last couple of days, so for the first time, I shall attempt to entertain you people from this little list I found on the net.

Enjoy.

You know you've been in Japan too long if...

...when you think it's alright to stick your head into a stranger's apartment to see if anybody's home.
...your hair is thinning and you consider it "barcode style".
...you think the natural location for a beer garden is on a roof.
...you think that you can impress foreigners by drinking Budweiser.
...you ride a Honda Cub with a sidecar.
...you think "white pills, blue pills, and pink powder" is an adequate answer to the
question "What are you giving me, doctor?".
...you remember when Yamamoto Linda came on at the very end of the show (NHK's
Yume de aimashou) and kept her mouth shut.
...you have discovered the attraction of high school navy uniforms.
...when you no longer find anything unusual in the concept of "Vermont curry".
...you think 4 layers of wrapping is reasonable for a simple piece of merchandise.
...you don't find anything strange about a city that puts a life sized, red-and-white
painted Eiffel tower imitation in its center, as well as a scale model of the Versaille Palace for its Crown Prince.
...you are only slightly puzzled by "Melty Kiss."
...a new Gaijin moves to your neighborhood and you know immediately you will get his mail for a while.
...you think the meaning of a red traffic light is: "Hurry up! Ten cars now in quick
succession, and then we'll think about slowing down."
...when you get on a train with a number of gaijin on it and you feel uneasy because the harmony is broken.
...you ask fellow foreigners the all-important question "How long have you been here?" in
order to be able to properly categorize them.
...when looking out the window of your office, you think "Wow, so many trees!" Instead
of "Wow, so much concrete!"
...when you find yourself thinking "great, it's almost time for Paul Harvey, have to turn on the radio."
...when you sing FEN's "Here's what's happening around the Kanto plain" song aloud in
your car while air-drumming.
...you think NHK is "the Japanese BBC."
...you think curry rice is food.
...the Yakult lady knows you by name.
...you think it is quite OK to play volleyball with 12 people per team.
...when in the middle of nowhere, totally surrounded by rice fields and abundant nature,
you aren't surprised to find a drink vending machine with no visible means of a power supply...
...and when you think nothing of it when that lonely vending machine says 'thank you' after you buy a coke.
...you stand before a sign on a bridge and ponder the possible meanings of "Bridge
Freezes Before Road."
...it takes fifteen seconds of deep thought to recall the first name of the President of the United States.
...a non-Japanese sits down next to you on the train and you get up and move. You're
not prejudiced, but who knows what they might do?
...you are outwardly appalled to see someone pour miso shiru over rice, but do it in private yourself (neko meshi).
....you only have 73 transparent, plastic umbrellas in your entrance because you have
donated 27 to the JR and various taxi companies in the past few months.
...you have over 100 small, transparent plastic umbrellas in your entrance even *after*
donating 27 of them to taxis and JR recently.
...you realize it's perfectly reasonable for the Post Office to designate you as the local
redistribution agent for all letters addressed in yokomoji.
...when you absolutely do not possess the ability to mispronounce Japanese words
"like a non-Japanese would."
...when you pay over 6000 yen for a lipstick and realize a few days later how much you
really spent. (Or 7000 yen for a Captain Santa T-shirt. -Pete)
...when your arguing with someone about the color of the traffic light being blue or
green...and you think it's blue.
...you are proud of yourself for beating the system by buying a case of Labbatt's Blue for 160 yen a can.
...you think rice imports should be prohibited, because Japanese consumers would never buy imported rice.
...when you think one kind of rice tastes better than another kind.
...you get a "Nihongo ga joozu" and feel really insulted.
...you see a road with two lanes going in the same direction and assume the one on the left is meant for parking.
...when you think Japan actually has only four seasons
...when you pull out your ruler to underline words.
...when getting ready for a trip you automatically calculate for omiyage and you leave
just the right amount of space in your suitcase for them.
...you manage "yankii-zuwari" without anything propping up your heels.
...not only do you overcome your childhood training and spit out the mikan membranes,
but you discover the knack of peeling the mikan so that the peel forms a neat
receptacle for you to spit the membranes into.
...when having gaijin around you is a source of stress.
...you watch the grocer's with interest to see when the price of mikans will break.
...on a cold autumn night, the only thing you want for dinner is nabe and nihonshu.
...you return the bow from the cash machine.
...you can't find the "open" and "close" buttons in the elevator because they're in English.
...when you think children should have to walk around in the freezing cold with only
short sleeves and shorts up to their butt (to make them strong!).
...when you think that coffee goes perfectly well with squid pizza.
...you can do arithmetic using man, oku, cho. and kei.
...you sympathize with your Japanese student because her daughter is baka because
she wears spring tops with winter skirts and you both sit down to try and see what can
be done about this wild child.
...you count things with chuu chuu tako kai na.
...you cound things using the ni no shi no ro no ya no to song.
...you can't read your kids the Three Little Pigs without giggling when you get the part
about "Not by the hair of chinny chin chin."
...you bow to other drivers who give you the right of way.
...you fully understand the concept of "cute culture."

Hmm...I personally don't live in Japan, but it seems that some of these points hold true for me as well. I wonder if that's a good sign...(^_^)


Well...that's all for now. Hopefully I shall have something controversial or just plain mean to say next time.

Ciao.