The flatshare (original) (raw)
01 October 2006 @ 01:34 pm
K guys this is my speech for english...most..well all of you wont understand some of the names *there made up :D* Well do you see any errors for improvment?
You came to today’s class to seek the future, but if all you want is next generation, then you’re in the wrong place. Since what you’ll hear from me isn’t just next. It’s new.
What I will inform you about today, is the next jump in video gaming, to a world were playing is not about the looks. It’s about the feel. Were it’s no longer disclosed to just a few. It’s about all of us.
And most of all, our next jump is not about what you perceive, because what you perceive is not always what you acquire.
The next jump is about playing, because playing is exciting.
7 months ago we opened the shell on the Tittle Qualle at the assembly, and critics said, “huh?”
4 months ago, we revealed Qualle London Crime for Qualle and many said, “big deal.”
8 weeks ago we revealed Handuale from Tittle and people said, “Well, we’ll see.”
Well, if you want it that way then you will, because today you will see and tomorrow you will feel.
Last time you asked many questions, well we have answers to some of them, but deliberately, not all.
Because my purpose isn’t to fill your brain with information, it’s to stir up your hormones with inspiration.
Let me start by asking you a couple of questions. Do you know anyone who hasn’t watched a T.V. before? Of course not.
I’m sure most of you teenagers are between 16 and 20. Let me ask you this; do you know anyone, even amongst your mates, who hasn’t played a video game before? I’m sure you do.
Why is this? If we as gamers consider the gaming industry as an alternative to entertainment, this has to change. If we want to grow as part of the media, this has to change. If we want to make a difference in the social world, this has to change
Well guys, change begins here. With a new handheld that has already done just that.
Now let me answer some of the questions you sent me. The system, why did you make it different? Will I get to play it? What’s the name all about? And finally, are there any new games coming out for it?
As you know, I like to challenge the unpredictable faith that seems to derail people of their destinies. Not just for the enjoyment of doing things differently, but to make things better.
Failure has engulfed all the unfortunate competitors who chose to keep things the same lame way, competitors who chose to keep things just a bit in line, competitors who chose to do the minimal amount to get the sufficient reward. Don’t get me wrong, that works, but not for long.
From my experiences I have come to safely accept progress as what’s in your hands
Many of you that are here now, where here 7 months ago when Jakely Qual was uncaged and set free in 3D to shock all that experienced that fantastic day, and you said “this looks awesome.” But that jump, which changed the way people in our school made games wasn’t about the looks. Even then, it was about the feel, being able to tilt your handheld to change the camera view. Also being able to change your point of view in your game to make you feel as though you were part of it.
That game was a hit at our school, and as you all know, it changed the way games were made. In that same cloud that Jakely Qual changed games, Handuale asked itself “how can I make new games feel new again?”
Today, everyone one of you will feel the answer to that question.
Most of you wanted to know the games and the background on the name? Well I feel that I should keep it from you for just a little bit longer.
But let me just say that Handuale will give you more fun for less time, and it will be available at lunch times till the winner is announced on the 21st
Welcome to the next jump in gaming.
24 September 2006 @ 03:23 pm
Im reading a poem at my mum's poetry reading tonight! Ahh...(Hannah runs for the hills).
Its one I wrote resently for my god father's birthday, here it is:
There’s a saxophone
Playing in the garden.
Notes like skewers
Scales like
Autumn leaves
Turning brown
I wear the
Musician’s jacket
A thick mesh of
Fibres, solid safety
‘Round my shoulders
Once I polkaed
To you playing
The hard-soft sounds
Of the saxophone
styling my feet
in syncopated rhythm
I wear the notes
Like a necklace
- a rosary -
touch each bead
With praying, dancing feet.
I just realised I must look like such a loner on this comunity to outsiders as Im the only one who doesnt bother to friend-protect their posts.. oh well.
Tell me what you think
xxx
Current Mood: 
scared
Current Music: Guided By Voices
24 September 2006 @ 12:12 am
i miss the sleepless nights
and my nervousness
that allowed me to hole up at your place for hours on end
gasping for breath
my concentration jumps from page to page
sneaking a kiss when everyone else has left
i struggle
to remember the last time it all clicked
but most of all i miss
the point at which
the leading note drops by a tone
instead of the semitone we all expect
and your smiling face, my smiling face, and his smiling face
met
11 September 2006 @ 08:47 pm
I’m waiting
Electric light
Illuminating my face
Static running through
My veins
I’m waiting
I wonder how
Ill transmute
Into electric words
The flicker of smiles
To light your face
Across miles
I’m waiting
To touch
You through
Electric space
To hold you
In my electric night
My eyes hurt
From the electric light
I think its pretty self-explanatory,
Tell me what you think
xxx
Current Mood: 
Waiting
Current Music: Placebo - song to say goodbye
And now
When the lights
Go out
There’s just a million
Shades of doubt
And all the colour
You create
Tastes of hope
I’ve learnt to hate
The aching comes;
A comforting shroud.
They slip away –
Those shapes in cloud.
(They took
a half-life to find,
its not like
I don’t mind)
How do you
Do it?
Smile and mean it
Every time.
While I’m left
Learning every empty line
Look where
The difference stands
Where’s the line
Between our hands?
Why can you not
See in the dark?
I know every shade of grey
You spend your hours in the park
I fear the ending of the day
As ever, tell me what you think
xxx
Current Mood: 
apathetic
Current Music: Outcast
Come shadows with the snow
And my life comes down to
Watching you come and go.
A chalk circle on the ground
And I'd like to know
If it's worth me letting go.
Because you never see the part
that I want to show
And although it holds me down
I flow through
And still you close your eyes
When will you realise
that I see too?
Current Mood: listless
When you talked about me
Used to make you happy
Now that you're in love with money
You don't smile
Tell me you remember
Dancing last November
In the stormy weather like a happy child?
What have you done?
What have you done with the girl that i knew?
I don't recognise you
She doesnt understand you
I don't know you anymore.
Current Music: Short & Root - Don't Know You Anymore
If I ever
Try to reach for
Your empty hand
Again
Please hold it
Up to me
Show me
It’s creases and it’s curves.
And I should
Remember them
Every line, every cell
Of skin.
And then I should
Recall every empty day
And every tear
Every drop of blood should
Come back to me.
So if I ever
Try to reach for
Your cold heart
Again
I will remember
Why I pulled my hand
Free from it’s flames
So long ago
Its pretty cliched but oh well, tell me what you think
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: the Shins
I am a hyacinth,
An orchid
Open and exposed
Colours splayed –
Spat –
into this
Stagnant room.
You watch
The water seep away
Watch
My leaves
Abandon me
Shedded by me
They leave me
With nothing
To drain from.
Oh how I
Beg to wilt
Oh how I
Beg to
Curl away –
Collapse into
Dust.
The wind will lift me up
She will carry me
On her back
If only
I could
Collapse into dust.
What do you lot think?
Current Location: Chair that creaks
Current Mood: 
accomplished
Current Music: Give me a reason to love - Portihead
tis a tune i heard in cape town. all i could remember was the chord sequence and the first 8 bars, so i've kinda made it into my own little tune/jam thing
it's not finished. im gonna add some more instruments for the melody line. try to imagine bass guitar cos it needs that the most.
apparently it was written by some south african jazz dude, in memory of a massacre by white police in cross roads township, in cape town.