As saddening as it is, I like the game.

I've had this song since who knows when, maybe a few years back. But I never did think I would be able to play it cause back then I didn't have the Wii console.

But I'm glad my brother bought one. The gameplay is average but the enemies creep me out that's for sure. Which comes to the awesome story that makes it worth my time. A story of a boy who once lived with his grandfather together but after he had passed away, the young boy sets out on a journey to the east to find survivors in this post apocalyptic world.

I would say I liked it more in a bias sense, because the "people" that the boy meets, they all have their unique stories to tell but simple ways of expressing their points in life. What makes it bias for me is that their stories, are easy to relate to myself. But more specifically, it tells of the people how they cope with such an empty world  and memories attached to objects(the boy collects) - telling pasts lives.

I still haven't played through much, but there has been a lot going through my mind lately, partly because I've just recently finished Deus Ex: Human Revolution, a game that forces you to make decisions based on your moral, political and rational views.

What's going through my mind in the end? A simple question that repeats itself,  "How's my life?".
Judging from the previous post, I guess not so much inside, but, there really isn't anything insufficient in my life; a family, a purely academic life, and enjoying entertainment in various forms.

The things I didn't mention? A social life that I am content with. Because of the mistakes I made and the path I took onwards, I've lost a couple of things. Mostly intangible, I lost the will to "bond" with initiative; mainly because I realize my influence does not reach far as I've thought exaggerated in the past, during A-levels to be more specific; it was merely my naive perception of things. But of course, this is the result of when one does not take initiative to nurture friendship, and I thought first year was holding up, but it was already a mirage. As quickly as the friends that "connect" between groups leaves, the separation becomes clear, you're left with who you stick with the most. The relation between the groups as good as being classmates, if not strangers. No one took the initiative or the commitment to do something as simple as a gathering. But it is the way the cookie crumbles. It just means we never really wanted to stay in that level of intimacy at such an amount of people.

But this is all bearable, despite my constant reminding of myself, because we all need to remind of ourselves what the whole picture actually looks like every once in a while. What is not bearable is the absence of a person to talk about something you wouldn't normally tell, not even your closest buddies. Guys would never have the tolerance nor the understanding, that's why I rarely and hardly tell guys the whole story.

Regardless, I'm not so sure anymore, the main concern is interest in the end. Sadly, the good conversations I had was only in the past, mostly virtual but they feel more intimate, more real. I guess I made too many mistakes, the people to talk to gets lesser, conversations gets lesser, it gets shorter; as If losing interest and setting a distance between me furthermore. I guess this realisation made me hollow, because all I can do now is have small talks.

Love, another important factor to my life, nothing really to comment about except that it pains me from time to time. You would be annoyed your friends which are couples shows intimacy in front of you, but really, everywhere I go, couples and groups of friends, annoys me every now and then. People you like, either clueless that you like them or obviously avoiding you. If love can't be as simple as just needing to hint each other that they love each other, then I might as well be single as long as until I get a job. Frustrating as it is, there's nothing really to do about, if no girl is in anyway interested, then I don't think it's rational for me to go to lengths to make her interested in me.

If only I was born during older days, love between my parents were so simple as "love at first sight", so freaking simple.