So I just watched Super 8 Ultraman Brothers, yes yes, children's show whatever you say. But I have no idea how you people can love Batman, Superman and so and so and not like a giant superhero from outer space. You may leave the blog now if you wish, but for the others, read on.
I love how Tsuburaya Productions always have great moral values within their shows, no matter how dark the series or movie could be. Fight for your dreams, do the right thing, go to other's aid when they are in need, fight for what is right, never give up till you're done and many more values are recurring themes in their shows and movies.
This is one reason why I really love Ultraman, it's not just because it is one of my most vivid memory of my childhood, but because it is actually really really good. For those without nostalgia for it, or do not enjoy these kind of show that requires suspension of beliefs, there's still the mini figurines and sculptures, amazing special effects and so much more to enjoy.
But those really aren't the point about this blog post. Watching the movie it kinda made me remember more clearly about my dreams and what I'm doing now, but hey, which Ultraman movie doesn't make me remember anyways? To strike to be a better person, to believe in the world, to believe in humanity, to see the brighter side even when faced with the dark side. To appreciate where's there. Here's a question to you readers, have you reflected recently on how everything are like? How you are now, have you forgotten your dreams? Do you still fight for the dream that you once believed in? I hope not.
:)
Friday, October 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Too Fast
Old memories and scars, they are visiting me for a trip it seems. Nostalgia and regrets, time moves on too very fast.
Oh how foolish I used to be, and still is?
To wish to be alone, to wish for solitude. Silence kills me. Why was I ever so foolish to find such thing to be attractive?
To take things for granted, to do things that gave them disappointment and shattered their hearts. Damaged our relationships. Look what they had done to your poor worn out body, those nasty men in white collars and with a disc upon their head, but is it their fault? All I know is that you're not the one to be blamed for all that's happening. I'm deeply, deeply sorry, if only I had a time machine, I'll right all the wrong that I did.
To wish for separation, doing foolish things and holding the words that I truly wish to express deep within myself, is it in fear of rejection? Is it because I had an inferiority complex? Is that why I developed such a hardened heart and such a vile soul? There is but bits of innocence left in such a soul as mine, if heaven exists, I do not think St.Peter will ever call upon my name. If I had acted differently, if I had not wore the mask of a monster, would things had been different? Would I not feel the loneliness that I am feeling right now? Will my hands be embracing much more? Would I had learned to embrace what I had much sooner?
If I had had more patience, and learned to walk away from fights, and learn not to let hate have it ways. Would I been a better person? Would I had not hurt others without a thought of hesitation? Would some of them be the same person as they are today?
If only time did not move so fast, and if only I was not as stupid as I am. Am I not the one who at fault for the situations that I am facing and the watery liquid in my eyes? I am.
It feels cold, deep down inside. Yet, I doubt that I will talk about such things to anyone any time soon. Why is it so difficult for me to express my feelings, and to talk about events that has transpired when the time truly calls for it? Why would I rather let such chances slip by?
I used to be just a sad little emo, and I changed, no, I did not change, I just covered up all my insecurity with my ego; "Let it inflate!!" was what I said. Oh, foolishness. Now that bricks had been through at the glass wall that I'd built, my ego's slowly deflating and I'm starting to become less reluctant to talk when the moment comes. I'm envious and jealous of optimistic people, those who are always smiling even when ordeals call their name and never let hatred consume them and led them astray. To be able to embrace everything that they love with their arms.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes"
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
At Sea
Maybe I'm being a bit of a social suicide, but then again. I'd let my anger and hate take over. I pumped up my hostility to 11. Misunderstanding happens, I didn't mind it, but things start turning uglier and soon I just engulfed myself in hate, hate towards a specific bunch of people who I'd spent a year with. Hate me back all you want hypocrites, for I do not care anymore. I'm going to stop caring, hating and holding onto any grudges I might have with you bunch. I may had been wrong, but you people had too. It takes two hands to clap.
You can't judge a book by it's cover, a cover may look old, wrinkly and dark, but the content CAN be a story about a young man learning to live a happy life. The same applies to people. You only look at my cover and thus make your judgement, without even bothering to look at the index. To be frank you have no rights to judge me. Some of us may had known each other for years, but I honestly believe that only around 2 or 3 people while excluding family truly understands me.
Those of you who know half of who am I must know the point of this particular paragraph, otherwise I do not think you would understand everything that I'm referring to; For all that I'd done wrong and mistakes that I'd made, I do not think I'm going to ask for an apology, do I want to be forgiven and to be loved? Of course, but sometimes I still retain some of my older self, and it tells me that I don't deserve anything. I'm not going to justify my actions, for most of them are truly wrong. Some of you never showed me signs that you consider me as a friend, and more often than not I only sense hatred, it's only fair for who I was back then, so hate me all you want, but I'm not going to apologize, perhaps my ego's coming in, but...I don't find it worth it sometimes.
You can't judge a book by it's cover, a cover may look old, wrinkly and dark, but the content CAN be a story about a young man learning to live a happy life. The same applies to people. You only look at my cover and thus make your judgement, without even bothering to look at the index. To be frank you have no rights to judge me. Some of us may had known each other for years, but I honestly believe that only around 2 or 3 people while excluding family truly understands me.
Those of you who know half of who am I must know the point of this particular paragraph, otherwise I do not think you would understand everything that I'm referring to; For all that I'd done wrong and mistakes that I'd made, I do not think I'm going to ask for an apology, do I want to be forgiven and to be loved? Of course, but sometimes I still retain some of my older self, and it tells me that I don't deserve anything. I'm not going to justify my actions, for most of them are truly wrong. Some of you never showed me signs that you consider me as a friend, and more often than not I only sense hatred, it's only fair for who I was back then, so hate me all you want, but I'm not going to apologize, perhaps my ego's coming in, but...I don't find it worth it sometimes.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Carrie Underwood's Lessons Learned
"Lessons Learned"
There's some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts,
That had some bitter endings,
Been some bad times I've been through,
Damage I cannot undo,
Some things,
I wish I could do all all over again,
But it don't really matter,
Life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should've taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
And all the things that break you,
Are all the things that make you strong,
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone,
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all,
Lessons learned.
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Lessons learned.
There's some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts,
That had some bitter endings,
Been some bad times I've been through,
Damage I cannot undo,
Some things,
I wish I could do all all over again,
But it don't really matter,
Life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should've taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.
[Chorus:]
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
And all the things that break you,
Are all the things that make you strong,
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone,
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all,
Lessons learned.
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Lessons learned.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
So and So
I have not been updating much, STPM is drawing nearer and nearer by the second, time is of it's essence right now, and it's the examination of my life that will either make me, or break me.
Anyways, apparently things got ugly between me and yet another person. I won't say too much, but the gist of it is that she's not very well liked by some others, so I thought maybe I could talk to her, then she went all "tell me their name or share the same fate as them!!" trying to justify her need to know with "I want to know their name so I can analyse why they hate me."
I refused, I thought it'll be the same as backstabbing, tattle tailing. Not to mention I don't want things to get ugly, I sincerely wanted things to not turn ugly between her and others. However, she then proceeded to calling me a traitor and a friend of "them." That I'm a total faker this and that. So it all ended with me and her not being friends anymore, and now things seems to be escalating between her and some others. Obviously, I'm going to close my eyes and not care, since she will be too stubborn to even consider to listen to me anyways. Let bitches bitch someone told me. I can't agree more, even if it is sorta(?) cold of me.
Someone else got mad at me for not including this person to the movies, but honestly? I never felt like me and this person were anything more than casual gaming buddies. Sure we spend some time together, but really? We never really talked you know? Half the time I don't even know your personality, and neither do you really know me. I'm pretty sure everyone will agree that time spent together is the right way to measure a friendship, but it is only natural that friendships are forged through a period of time no matter how small. The problem is, I believe that we didn't really forged much of a friendship together. And perhaps I might be sensitive here, but what you said that time, directly hit me hard. I myself know that I'll never ever be fit to be a role model to anyone, but to hear someone else agree to it after I said it myself? Somehow that really stung. Maybe it's jerkish of me to not be able to remember you sometimes, which is typical(being a jerk I mean), but I never really felt like you cared about me either. So I'm calling it even.
And that's the so and so. Sometimes it makes me wonder if anyone ever reads my blogs, and does anyone really know my personality and not the mask I that I used to tried my best to keep on my face.
Anyways, apparently things got ugly between me and yet another person. I won't say too much, but the gist of it is that she's not very well liked by some others, so I thought maybe I could talk to her, then she went all "tell me their name or share the same fate as them!!" trying to justify her need to know with "I want to know their name so I can analyse why they hate me."
I refused, I thought it'll be the same as backstabbing, tattle tailing. Not to mention I don't want things to get ugly, I sincerely wanted things to not turn ugly between her and others. However, she then proceeded to calling me a traitor and a friend of "them." That I'm a total faker this and that. So it all ended with me and her not being friends anymore, and now things seems to be escalating between her and some others. Obviously, I'm going to close my eyes and not care, since she will be too stubborn to even consider to listen to me anyways. Let bitches bitch someone told me. I can't agree more, even if it is sorta(?) cold of me.
Someone else got mad at me for not including this person to the movies, but honestly? I never felt like me and this person were anything more than casual gaming buddies. Sure we spend some time together, but really? We never really talked you know? Half the time I don't even know your personality, and neither do you really know me. I'm pretty sure everyone will agree that time spent together is the right way to measure a friendship, but it is only natural that friendships are forged through a period of time no matter how small. The problem is, I believe that we didn't really forged much of a friendship together. And perhaps I might be sensitive here, but what you said that time, directly hit me hard. I myself know that I'll never ever be fit to be a role model to anyone, but to hear someone else agree to it after I said it myself? Somehow that really stung. Maybe it's jerkish of me to not be able to remember you sometimes, which is typical(being a jerk I mean), but I never really felt like you cared about me either. So I'm calling it even.
And that's the so and so. Sometimes it makes me wonder if anyone ever reads my blogs, and does anyone really know my personality and not the mask I that I used to tried my best to keep on my face.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
:)
For bad things that has passed, lighten up, don't let it get you down. Hell, joke about it even if you have a sense of humor. It'll feel better when you realized that you have finally put it all down and is able to move on from it, better yet if you know you have also grown as a person. After all, we all learn both from success and from things we had done wrong. Trick is to drop our egos and admit that we are wrong. This might be strange coming from someone like me perhaps. But it doesn't make this any less credible as a fact.
Male or female it's fine to show your sensitive side, it's what makes us humans. Don't try to lock away them, do yourself a favor, unlock the chains and let it flow free, especially those of us who are inspiring to be artists or singers, lest you want to lose your muse. Which I feel like I'd lost, I don't feel the 'creativity' in me anymore and it's hard for me to do anything creative at all. So lessons be learned.
Male or female it's fine to show your sensitive side, it's what makes us humans. Don't try to lock away them, do yourself a favor, unlock the chains and let it flow free, especially those of us who are inspiring to be artists or singers, lest you want to lose your muse. Which I feel like I'd lost, I don't feel the 'creativity' in me anymore and it's hard for me to do anything creative at all. So lessons be learned.
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