Hallo!
Wala lang.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Dock City of Chirsea
Welcome to the City of Chirsea! We hope to enjoy your stay! -Management
This city is located in the eastern end of this island. But you needn't know that.
It is a large city occupied by almost 100,000 people. It has its own marketplace, docks, and residential areas too! The city also has two parks, one near the entrance, and one near the marketplace. It is also where the Job Guild (the guild that hired the hero) is located.
Hey, that's the inn!
Talking to some people can give some information.
It's nice to relax at parks.
Overview one part of the city in the editor.
Market. Market. A lot of living beings in the market. (Goods and customers alike.)
Another park!
Senti... joke.
Cruisin' through the town shops. Here we see the item/perishable goods shop (upper left), the blacksmith (upper right), the armory (lower left), and the trading center (lower right).
And finally, another overview of another part of the city. (Whew)
This city is located in the eastern end of this island. But you needn't know that.
It is a large city occupied by almost 100,000 people. It has its own marketplace, docks, and residential areas too! The city also has two parks, one near the entrance, and one near the marketplace. It is also where the Job Guild (the guild that hired the hero) is located.
Hey, that's the inn!
Talking to some people can give some information.
It's nice to relax at parks.
Overview one part of the city in the editor.
Market. Market. A lot of living beings in the market. (Goods and customers alike.)
Another park!
Senti... joke.
Cruisin' through the town shops. Here we see the item/perishable goods shop (upper left), the blacksmith (upper right), the armory (lower left), and the trading center (lower right).
And finally, another overview of another part of the city. (Whew)
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Fillinian Hills
Here are some screenshots of the first 5-10 mins of the game.
This place is called the Fillinian Hills. The place where the Filline Mountain Cavalry once trained.
Our hero has a job of accompanying a Botanist named Bahram to look for a certain flower/herb in this place. Hope they can find it.
"Ooo.. I want to climb that ladder!"
"Lots of animals in this place."
"Careful not to fall down..."
"What the-? A battle!"
This is supposed to be a maze.
This place is called the Fillinian Hills. The place where the Filline Mountain Cavalry once trained.
Our hero has a job of accompanying a Botanist named Bahram to look for a certain flower/herb in this place. Hope they can find it.
"Ooo.. I want to climb that ladder!"
"Lots of animals in this place."
"Careful not to fall down..."
"What the-? A battle!"
This is supposed to be a maze.
Naisip ko lang
Pwede ko rin ilagay dito yung updates ng laro ko sa rm2k.. hehe. I will be putting screenshots and etc here less frequently than frequently. Wala lang.
Friday, August 17, 2007
5 centimeters per second + little rant
I just finished watching this animated film and I must say, I loved it!
I would love to watch more of Makoto Shinkai's works.
Now that I've just finished it, I have nothing left to watch.
Man, still no good anime's out there.
SCHOOL RUMBLE SEASON 3, WHERE ARE YOU?!
...
Oh well.
And the latest School Rumble manga chapters are hinting an ending...
What a sad day it would be.
I would love to watch more of Makoto Shinkai's works.
Now that I've just finished it, I have nothing left to watch.
Man, still no good anime's out there.
SCHOOL RUMBLE SEASON 3, WHERE ARE YOU?!
...
Oh well.
And the latest School Rumble manga chapters are hinting an ending...
What a sad day it would be.
Obfuscation
I had a shot at obfuscation, and it's fun!
If you can figure out what programming language this is from, then good.
If you can figure out what this program does, then better!
#Start of program
#This program was written by me.
#Copyright of Ralph Rainiel A. Pineda, 2007
def _8(_,__) _+__ end
_45 = 2; __45 = 0; _sss = "cute ";
def _0_(_,__) _/__ end
_99 = "BLE";_98_="op w";
def _g() gets end
_xx = "ti"; ___1 = _8("OSSI",_99)
def __5(_,__) _%__ end
_sS = _8("The lo",_98_);
def _4_6_(_,__) _**__ end
def _sS_(_) puts _ end
def _1_(___,_,____) ___ - _33_(_,____) end
_x = _8(" ",_xx)
def _(__,___)
_1_ = __; __1 = ___; _1__ = false
if(_1_ < __1) then _a(_1_,__1) ; _1__ = true; end; ___2 = 0;
____ = 1; __02 = ___2; _0__ = ___2; _45 = 0; __0_ = _1_;
___1 = ___2; _0_1 = 1; __01 = __1; _0_2 = ___2; __45 = 2;
while(__01 != _45)
_11_ = __((__0_/__01))
___2 = _1_(____,_11_,___1); _0_2 = _1_(_0__,_11_,_0_1); __02 = _1_(__0_,_11_,__01)
____ = ___1; _0__ = _0_1; __0_ = __01; ___1 = ___2; _0_1 = _0_2; __01 = __02
end
if(__0_ < _45) then __0_ = _33_(__0_,_b4_(_45,_0_(__45,__45)));
____ = _33_(____,_b4_(_45,_0_(__45,__45))); _0__ = _33_(_0__,_b4_(_45,_0_(__45,__45))) end
if _1__ then _____ = [__0_, _0__, ____] else _____ = [__0_, ____, _0__] end
_____
end
def _5(_) _.abs end
def __(_) _.to_i end
_sSS = _8(_sS,_8("ill exe",_sss)); ___2 = "IMP"
def _b4_(_,__) _-__ end
def _a(_,__) _____=_;___=_____;_=__;__=___ end
_xX = _8(_x,"mes.")
def _33_(_,__) _*__ end
_ = __(_g()); __ = __(_g());___ = __(_g()); _1_ = __(_g())
if(_ == __) then _sS_(_8(_sSS,_8(__45.to_s,_xX)))
else
_c__=_(___,_33_(_b4_(__45,_0_(_45,_45)),_4_6_(_45,_1_)))
if(__5(_5(__-_),_c__[__45]) == __45) then
_11_=__(_33_((_0_((__-_),_c__[__45])),(_c__[_0_(_45,_45)]))); _8=_0_((_4_6_(_45,_1_)),_c__[__45])
while(_11_ > __45) do if( _b4_(_11_,_8) > __45) then _11_ = _b4_(_11_,_8) else break end end
while(_11_ < __45) do _11_ = _8(_11_,_8) end
_sS_(_8(_sSS,_8(_11_.to_s,_xX)))
else _sS_(_8(___2,___1)) end
end
#End of program
If you can figure out what programming language this is from, then good.
If you can figure out what this program does, then better!
#Start of program
#This program was written by me.
#Copyright of Ralph Rainiel A. Pineda, 2007
def _8(_,__) _+__ end
_45 = 2; __45 = 0; _sss = "cute ";
def _0_(_,__) _/__ end
_99 = "BLE";_98_="op w";
def _g() gets end
_xx = "ti"; ___1 = _8("OSSI",_99)
def __5(_,__) _%__ end
_sS = _8("The lo",_98_);
def _4_6_(_,__) _**__ end
def _sS_(_) puts _ end
def _1_(___,_,____) ___ - _33_(_,____) end
_x = _8(" ",_xx)
def _(__,___)
_1_ = __; __1 = ___; _1__ = false
if(_1_ < __1) then _a(_1_,__1) ; _1__ = true; end; ___2 = 0;
____ = 1; __02 = ___2; _0__ = ___2; _45 = 0; __0_ = _1_;
___1 = ___2; _0_1 = 1; __01 = __1; _0_2 = ___2; __45 = 2;
while(__01 != _45)
_11_ = __((__0_/__01))
___2 = _1_(____,_11_,___1); _0_2 = _1_(_0__,_11_,_0_1); __02 = _1_(__0_,_11_,__01)
____ = ___1; _0__ = _0_1; __0_ = __01; ___1 = ___2; _0_1 = _0_2; __01 = __02
end
if(__0_ < _45) then __0_ = _33_(__0_,_b4_(_45,_0_(__45,__45)));
____ = _33_(____,_b4_(_45,_0_(__45,__45))); _0__ = _33_(_0__,_b4_(_45,_0_(__45,__45))) end
if _1__ then _____ = [__0_, _0__, ____] else _____ = [__0_, ____, _0__] end
_____
end
def _5(_) _.abs end
def __(_) _.to_i end
_sSS = _8(_sS,_8("ill exe",_sss)); ___2 = "IMP"
def _b4_(_,__) _-__ end
def _a(_,__) _____=_;___=_____;_=__;__=___ end
_xX = _8(_x,"mes.")
def _33_(_,__) _*__ end
_ = __(_g()); __ = __(_g());___ = __(_g()); _1_ = __(_g())
if(_ == __) then _sS_(_8(_sSS,_8(__45.to_s,_xX)))
else
_c__=_(___,_33_(_b4_(__45,_0_(_45,_45)),_4_6_(_45,_1_)))
if(__5(_5(__-_),_c__[__45]) == __45) then
_11_=__(_33_((_0_((__-_),_c__[__45])),(_c__[_0_(_45,_45)]))); _8=_0_((_4_6_(_45,_1_)),_c__[__45])
while(_11_ > __45) do if( _b4_(_11_,_8) > __45) then _11_ = _b4_(_11_,_8) else break end end
while(_11_ < __45) do _11_ = _8(_11_,_8) end
_sS_(_8(_sSS,_8(_11_.to_s,_xX)))
else _sS_(_8(___2,___1)) end
end
#End of program
Thursday, March 8, 2007
CW10 Draft # 1
Hovering voices
dissolve in the heat
Chalk dust dance
like evening fairies
Only the ticking
and tocking persist
Along with whispers
from swaying trees
The lingering aroma
of dead pasture
Drags my senses
away from the teacher
People outside
are playing soccer
Once in a while
I wake up from their laughter
While I'm here stuck
and burning on my seat
Listening to the tick-tock
a lullaby beat
dissolve in the heat
Chalk dust dance
like evening fairies
Only the ticking
and tocking persist
Along with whispers
from swaying trees
The lingering aroma
of dead pasture
Drags my senses
away from the teacher
People outside
are playing soccer
Once in a while
I wake up from their laughter
While I'm here stuck
and burning on my seat
Listening to the tick-tock
a lullaby beat
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
midnight crisis
eyes closing for a moment
brings me to a wide river
flocked by gray pigeons
gliding on the still surface
the midsummer sun
burns my skin as i
sit on a rock that looked like
a broken tv set
i could hear the cricket's song
and the ants' march
beneath the tall grass
they are so noisy
i taste the air
and it's dry
dry like the tranquil winds of the sandstorm
i breathe
and the smell overwhelms me
the scent of flowerless pasture
killed recently by the harsh sunlight
but a mosquito bites my neck
and i'm back in front of my monitor
i have a lot of work to do
brings me to a wide river
flocked by gray pigeons
gliding on the still surface
the midsummer sun
burns my skin as i
sit on a rock that looked like
a broken tv set
i could hear the cricket's song
and the ants' march
beneath the tall grass
they are so noisy
i taste the air
and it's dry
dry like the tranquil winds of the sandstorm
i breathe
and the smell overwhelms me
the scent of flowerless pasture
killed recently by the harsh sunlight
but a mosquito bites my neck
and i'm back in front of my monitor
i have a lot of work to do
Monday, February 19, 2007
Scribble
monotony
-Ulansigaw
The clock is ticking
ticking
as the voices and chalkdust dissolve
into nothingness.
The sun drying up the air
as the clock ticks
second after second
each passing like a game of golf
that I watched, eyes half-closed
in the gray of summer,
or like a moment in a jeepney
filled to the brim
while the driver waits for another to come in.
Still the clock ticks
ticking
ticking
So I scribble
scratching my pen on the paper,
connecting dots and dashes
each curve making a screeching sound;
a sound of solace.
But the clock still ticks
pulling my sight into void.
The clock ticks and ticks
lullabying
me
to
sleep.
---A scribble in my creative writing class. Still a rough draft though.
-Ulansigaw
The clock is ticking
ticking
as the voices and chalkdust dissolve
into nothingness.
The sun drying up the air
as the clock ticks
second after second
each passing like a game of golf
that I watched, eyes half-closed
in the gray of summer,
or like a moment in a jeepney
filled to the brim
while the driver waits for another to come in.
Still the clock ticks
ticking
ticking
So I scribble
scratching my pen on the paper,
connecting dots and dashes
each curve making a screeching sound;
a sound of solace.
But the clock still ticks
pulling my sight into void.
The clock ticks and ticks
lullabying
me
to
sleep.
---A scribble in my creative writing class. Still a rough draft though.
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