Something to Cheer Me Up

I got this from Third's blog. I took the quiz and this is what came out. It is sort of flattering, but some of it doesn't seem to match me, personality-wise. And yet I answered the quiz honestly. Strange.

I'm a Honda S2000!

You live on the edge, and you live for the adrenaline rush. You don't need luxuries, snob appeal, or superfluous gadgets. You put your top down, get your motor revving, and take all the curves that life throws at you at full speed. So what if you spin out occasionally?

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

I Need to Vent

I need to vent. Lots of things eating me up. My angst is still here and it's been rubbed the wrong way. Plenty of times. And if I don't vent here then I just might snap.

Why is it some arrogant people act that way? Don't they know how to get along with other people? Wala ba kayong pakikisama sa ibang tao? Bakit kami ang dapat makisama sa inyo? Bakit di kayo makisama sa amin? Can't you guys (and gals) lower your pride enough to meet halfway? Or at least treat me as a human being.

Tangina kasi kayo, asta kayo ng asta. Wala namang ibubuga. Puro yabang wala namang maipakita. Puro dada, wala namang gawa. You fuckers can't walk the walk but you sure do know how to talk the god-damned motherfucking talk.

Talk. Talk. Talk. Full of air, full of bullshit. That's what you fuckers are good at. Impressing people with first impressions. That's it. Sure first impressions count. But if your first impression is totally different from who you really are, good luck with life.

Assholes.

I try to treat people the way they treat me. Be kind to me and I do the same. Treat me like shit and I will treat you worse. But for some pompous windbags out there they think that I started everything. Because in their world, they are infallible. Well fuck that shit.

If killing were allowed, I'd be dead. And I'd probably have killed some people too.

But no, that IS wrong.

So I force myself to try to get along with everyone. That's how my folks taught me to be. Respect everyone.

Well respect should be given, then earned. You respect a person if you meet him/her for the first time, but when you see how he/she really is, that's when you give the respect he/she deserves.

Kaso ang problema diyan yung ibang tao wala pang ipagmamayabang akala mo na kung sinong sugo ng diyos. Ulol. 'Tado. May araw din kayo, tangina niyong mga hindot kayo.

I wish I could act like them. Be like them. Assholes. Pompous windbags. Mga bolero. Bullshit artists. But no. I'm better than that. My folks made me better than that.

The world ain't fair. If it was there would be no negative stuff here. But it isn't fair. So I have to learn to live with these things I encounter. And I do try to live with them.

But that doesn't mean I can't vent about them, right?

Better watch out, assholes. Your day will come.

Out.

Of Giant Robots and Alien Invaders

So I have in my DVD collection (MCS edition) a large number of anime series. I am most proud of my Shin Getter Robo and Mazinkaiser DVDs, since I grew up watching the forefathers of these relatively new animes.

Shin Getter Robo and Mazinkaiser are remakes of the popular Go Nagai cartoons Getter Robo and Mazinger Z. Although the new releases are so far off the original story that I am sort of confused with what's going on. Take, for example, Shin Getter Robo. In the series I got (Armageddon) there are dozens of Getters strewn about. I thought there was only supposed to be one? And in Mazinkaiser there were already two Mazingers in action before the former arrived.

Not that I mind, it makes the story more real to have more than one giant robot. It's just that I'm only starting to catch up with their stories now. So I have to do "research" online to find out what I missed.

Fortunately not all of them are related, story-wise. I think Shin Getter Armageddon's story is not connected to the original. At least I think that way because I know Benkei died in the original and was replaced by Musashi. Plus in Shin Getter Robo vs Neo Getter Robo, Musashi dies too. Well, he does die in Armageddon, leaving Benkei the lone Getter 3 pilot.

I'm starting to ramble here.

Anyway I just finished watching all Mazinkaiser and Getter Robo DVD's I have and I must say that the art is awesome. There's something about anime that I really enjoy, specially the style of art shown in the anime I watched. Heavy trace lines, nice colors.

And the perspective when the super robots pose. Ahh. I know when they are drawn that all rules of perspective and foreshortening are broken, but there's something about the way they pose. You know the perspective isn't right, but the way they pose is still so damn heroic. And awe inspiring. Makes me want to draw again.

I feel lucky that I was born when I was. I know there will be more improvements in the future that I may not get to experience, but now is the perfect time to be alive. You have a wide collection of DVDs available (in MCS and also the legit kind). And you can find almost anything you want on DVD. Cartoons, TV series, old movies, NBA games, wrestling, and others.

But back to the topic.

I noticed that in both Mazinkaiser and Shin Getter we always end up fighting some sort of alien invader. And I find it strange that only one (or a few) super robots can hold off a huge-ass horde of alien invaders. Why do they strike one robot at a time? What are our giant robots made of? How come they don't blow up as easily as our airplanes and why can't we make airplanes made of the same metal as the giant robots?

Coming from a fan these questions are stupid. You're supposed to suspend your disbelief and enjoy the show. But if you ever want to make a parody of super robots then you could probably think those questions and add them to the story.

That's it. Off to breakfast.

Out.

Unsolicited Advice

I'm sure some of you have gotten advice from others. Most of them are helpful, some are not, and there are times when you just want to ask the person if he/she is high on drugs.

I don't mind getting unsolicited advice. Provided that the advice I get is from a legit source of advice or if that person actually knows what's going on and wants to "help". It's always best to listen to advice, then decide if you want to follow through on it or not.

Take work, sometimes some of my veteran officemates will offer me tips on how to execute my 3D tasks better and faster. Of course I'll listen. They know what they're talking about, they know it works. Besides, one of the major reasons I've gotten better in 3D is because of them.

Or if someone I know just experienced something bad and he/she wants me to avoid suffering the same fate. If he/she just suddenly chimes in and tells me something, sure. I'll make a mental note out of it. Why? Because he/she has gone through with it and knows how to deal with it.

What I really hate is people who just butt in, don't have a clue what's going on, and start blasting away with their suggestions. They probably think they're helping, they probably think they know what's best. But please, who asked them? Do they know what's going on? Do they know anything about the topic?

In one of the forums I regularly go to, there's this one annoying member who keeps posting paragraphs upon paragraphs of "advice". More like orders, if you ask me. He posts them and expects people to follow them. Then if he asks another member a question and that question is not answered, he follows up on his question in a not so nice way.

Who the hell does he think he is? I don't mind if he gives his advice, I mean, it's a public forum anyway. What I don't like is that he keeps giving advice, acting like he's the damned authority on things, but I have not seen one shred of evidence to believe that he is actually an authority on whatever it is. He's got no cred, to put it in street terms.

Just keeps blasting away at the keyboard, acting like he's the best and all. Why, because he's not in the Philippines? Because he's earning dollars and getting to see sights not all of us here can see? Because his English is good? Hell, I write good too. My grammar is okay and so is my English. Do you see me writing long paragraphs? (In public forums, not in my blog. I OWN this blog, hence I can do whatever I want in this blog.)

My point is, if you want to give unsolicited advice, just make sure that you don't come off as too all-knowing.

And to people who will read this who might get offended, I'm not dissing any of you. I'm just letting out how I feel. If you can't stand the heat, get out of hell, er, the kitchen. Then again, this could be my unsolicited advice for you.

Sheesh.

Out.

Testing...

If this posts then fine. If it doesn't you'll never know.

Dammit. My brain is fried. Too many thoughts, too many troubles. Or are they all figments of my imagination? Perhaps they all don't belong. Perhaps they just show up because of the way I am, the way I think.

My mind is headed for oblivion. I seek the solace of emptiness. I need a break from reality and run away to a nice, safe place. If only for a while.

I need freedom, I need peace of mind. I need a million dollars to, but hey, you can't always get what you want.

I need to free myself from myself. To release the real me, and not the angst-ridden, idealistic, angry, rambling, intense, slothful me. I need to act my age, I need to answer to my responsibilities. I need to grow up.

I need a lot of things.

But I can't give myself those things. I do not know why. You cannot teach an old dog new tricks. Unless I suffer something life changing I will have a hard time breaking out of this funk I am in. And the only way to break out of this funk is to shut down, re-format, and reboot myself.

How will I do that when the only thing that is keeping me sane is my current self?

I am close to breaking down, maybe because I think too much. Because I pay attention to things which I should not be paying attention to. Maybe because my priorities are all in the wrong places.

Excuses, excuses, excuses.

Fuck this all. I just needed to get this out of my chest. If this publishes, great. If this doesn't, then I keep another secret with me.

Don't mind me, I'm just ranting.

Out.