My sister is a manga collector.. or at least she has TONS of manga in our house and when I'm bored I ended up reading some of the books.. However, it seems like most of the books I chose to read at random has a similar story / character personality and ending..
1. Girl always gets the boy.
No matter how stupid / "ugly" / silly / mean / uninterested the girl is or no matter how anti-girl / uninterested / anti-social the guy is, the girl for whatever reason, always gets the guy.. No matter if the guy is engaged, or married.. somehow, the guy would end up falling for her.
If the guy is one of those loners, the girl would always "charm" the guy and be something different so that the guy will fall in love with her. Even if the guy is a common playboy and the girl is the exact opposite of his type, he would end up liking her and stop being playboy.
It comes to the point that the story becomes stupid that EVERY MALE CHARACTER falls in love with the main girl (if the story has multiple guy characters) even if the other guy was only pretending to be a rival.
2. Guys have stupid reasons not to be with her.
I once read a manga where the guy decides not to be with the main girl (that likes him so much she follows him around like a stalker yet it's considered sweet and cute because.. y'know it's a manga) because he wasn't able to "protect her". He came to that conclusion because she was kissed by another guy -- which was her own fault for wanting to follow him to a middle of an all boys dormitory -- and this, of course hurts the girl's heart etc.. and when confronted, he just said that he couldn't protect her and that she found another protector that is better than him (who is the guy that kissed her in the first place.) WTH!?
Usually, guys rejects the girl because they think they're not good enough for the girl.. it's a common reason.. which is stupid. If they think they're horrible then .. stop feeding her love soul and move away or something (which is probably a stupid solution but I was pretty pissed at the guy being all nice to the girl in the first place anyway). I mean, you never know if you're perfect for each other or not if you don't try, right? And it's not like good relationships means zero problems. Fighting is common in relationships, just learn how to deal with them properly.
3. The guy is always smart / hot / attractive.
Even if the main guy is a glasses nerd looking man, he'd be portrayed as a cute boy and would still get votes from girls. Unless it's a boy manga, I've never seen a chubby guy that gets chased around by lots of girl.. I mean, I've read a few short romance stories.. but then sometimes they end up being skinny in the end..
The girls are also pretty much skinny and proportional.. there are that are slightly chubby but not super obese and even if they are obese, they will try to diet.
4. Debts is cleared by engagement.
When the girl is deep in her debt, suddenly out of nowhere, she is now engaged to this rich young man and her debt is cleared! Sometimes she has no other choice, and sometimes her parents are the ones that insisted.. Of course the guy isn't interested in her because she's still a "kid" or not sexy enough to be taken advantage of.. and for some reason, this pisses off the girl because in the end, despite hating him, she'll fall in love with him. Surprise!
5. Overused personality.
Typically, the girl is always the bubbly type.. or she's a clutz.. often gets her skirt hiked up by the guy and gets all embarrassed yet she's cool about chasing the guy all around. Or the girl is quiet and gets misunderstood by the people but she's able to open up to this one guy and they end up falling in love, she gets stronger with his help and be more confident etc..
If the guy is bubbly, the girl is usually anti-social and the guy will drag her into doing silly things that'll open up her heart and make her see how fun the world can be..
If the guy is anti-social, it's somewhat the other way around.. and the guy will be paired with a clutz girl.
6. Over-reacting!
Girl characters often have stupid reasons to be heartbroken by their past.
They were rejected because they were ugly -- so they do a 180 personality and look change yet still scarred by the memory when she sees the rejecting guy..
They were double played by a playboy -- so they don't trust guys anymore, or they hurt guys and gets revenge.
They often misunderstood situation and end up thinking that the guy cheated on her / likes another girl just by seeing him walking with another girl. How shallow / stupid can they be?! Do they really not trust the guy that they'll run away and cry after seeing such a horrible scene. "Why is he together with that girl?" Well, she's his sister. Or they work together. Stop being stupid!
And sometimes they're not even together! She just has a crush on him so she gets heartbroken since all this time, she thinks he belongs to her. Well, no! You haven't confessed to him so why the hell do you think you're the only special one?
Of course, the guy will then clear up the whole mess and confess that he actually likes her too, etc, happy ending.
See, these overreacting is what caused people to kill themselves over a break-up or cheating bf/gf. It's not worth it and mangas aren't teaching any different. Nor movies. Nor media.
Overall, there are still a few good romance manga with an interesting plot: Kare Kano, Beyond the Blindfold, (and if you're into classic manga) Pop corn, etc. Some even have a fantasy theme to it like From Far Away.
With the price of manga going up compared to the old days, why isn't the quality of the stories increasing either? It seems a waste to buy a manga that has a predictable ending where the girl gets the guy.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 14, 2012
HM: Pretty Umbrellas
Recently, I've been playing a lot of Harvest Moon: Tale of Two Towns for the DS console. It's not my first time dipping into the world of Harvest Moon because I've played 3 HM games before this current one. Several of the features that I've found new to myself includes:
There are a few umbrellas that you can buy. The local shop triplets sells them to you and each town has 2 different designs. However, there are other (prettier) umbrellas that I wish I could buy..
These are the different umbrellas you'll see when you play Two Towns. It seems to be much more appealing in the picture than in the game itself.. maybe because I can't have them! Grass is greener on the other side... Well, I have a farm and you guys have.. stone floor..! So I bet you're jealous of my green grass! --says me to avoid heartache.
Meanwhile, the umbrellas that we're able to buy are these ones here:
- Half day weather change
- Alpaca
- Pets herding your animals for you.
- Dates and flower events (instead of heart)
- Moving between two towns.
- etc...
There are a few umbrellas that you can buy. The local shop triplets sells them to you and each town has 2 different designs. However, there are other (prettier) umbrellas that I wish I could buy..
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| Jessica's own special umbrella. |
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| Georgia's green with pink(?) stripe. |
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| Laney, Rose and Grady have white umbrella. |
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| Cheryl's favorite "bought by Ash" purple and white stripes umbrella. |
These are the different umbrellas you'll see when you play Two Towns. It seems to be much more appealing in the picture than in the game itself.. maybe because I can't have them! Grass is greener on the other side... Well, I have a farm and you guys have.. stone floor..! So I bet you're jealous of my green grass! --says me to avoid heartache.
Meanwhile, the umbrellas that we're able to buy are these ones here:
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Ash's umbrella. Similar to his
sister Cheryl.
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| Cam's blue with yellow stripe, similar to Georgia's. |
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| The two young children in Konohana. |
There you have it, the different umbrellas available in Harvest Moon Two Towns. They're useless but ain't they a pretty sigh to see when you're walking around the town, with the faint rain noise filling your ears through your earphone.. Now I shall go back and play!
Aug 3, 2012
Tips Tips and More Tips!
Nope. I'm not about to give tips on anything when in fact I'm going to talk about those tips giving articles. I stumbled -- and by stumbling, I mean right on my face Yahoo! News article when I open my mail -- across a site that provides notes and tips on how to do things and I couldn’t help but check what people write in tips on dating. I read some of it and it just makes me laugh.
The tips would say something like: “Avoid putting too much food for you two to eat, it will make him think you’re an eating machine!” or “if you just developed the pimple on your nose, wear some make up so he doesn’t see it” and, the most frequent is “Make sure you do not smell offensive”
It seems like the people they’re trying to impress are that shallow. “Ew, you smell like garlic. I don’t like you.” or “I don’t want to see you again since you have that pimple.” How stupid/shallow could that person be? Somehow, those tips are making us feel self conscious that normally makes us uncomfortable. Having pimple is normal. It’s not a disease. It’s not something to be ashamed of. Pimple can happen from having oily skin and dusty areas but we can wash our face to help reduce that. But hormones also cause it and we can’t escape that.
Shouldn’t we look for a person who accept us for who we are and not cringe and the fact we have pimples? Or we have lots of snacks? Or we happen to like garlic-y food? If they do, that means they respect us and we should do the same. Do we stop liking someone just because they have too many pimples on their face, or because s/he forgot to put deodorant and has been sweating the whole day? Are we that shallow?
I do believe it’s nice to make a good first impression. But, wouldn’t that set a standard? We’re humans. It’s normal to have ups and downs during our life where we can be the most awesome humans and suddenly drops to the lowest creep. As long as there’s a balance, I think that’s still okay.
I’m not saying that it’s bad to want to be perfect all the time but aren’t you tired? (unless you’re a butler or someone who works under a royal/important people then you may want to keep things perfect)
How long would it take for someone to finally snap from having to keep things perfect and just want to slouch, slump on the sofa and say “I’m tired.” For those who doesn’t accept that attitude, what’s wrong with you? S/he’s not a robot. S/he can’t be perfect ALL the time. Give her/him some slack! Don’t be shallow.
Well, I just meant to write this because I want to share my opinion. I’ve seen movies and people that expect the best out of everyone all the time and sometimes I just want to say otherwise. This is the only way I can do it, I guess. So. Here’s my opinion ladies and gentlemen. It does not smell like garlic.
Jun 27, 2012
Tearless Death
I've never cried in a funeral.
This is one of the moments that makes me question if I am bitter and sadistic underneath my already open attitude about hating the world. I just received news that my friend from filmschool has fallen into death's grip; sliced by his scythe; called upon by the Father; reached his time; bottom line: he's dead.
I've been to a funeral before when I was young, about kindergarten, for my aunt's death. All I said during the funeral that I remember till now was: "Mom, why are the people so noisy?" There was another funeral that I believe was of my grandmother. We arrived late so the burial ceremony was over so I simply went around and looked at other people's death memoirs. "Aw, this baby was just 3 months when she died," was what I thought during that moment.
Sometimes I think that I wasn't familiar with death so I never felt any sadness when it happened. Years later, I began to realize that my whole family is also pretty much ... emotionless in a sense that they don't tell me when someone died.
Case #1: How did I find out about my grandfather's death? I stumbled across my sister's facebook status that her flight was delayed on the way to my grandfather's funeral. The reason why mom didn't tell me was because: "oh, but you're not close with him so you don't know him that welll," which is a bit true except that he stayed in my room when he visited dad. I was old enough to remember it happening all the time.
Case #2: What about my aunt's husband's death? During Christmas family vacation, my bro-in-law talked about how when the husband is "called", then he is called. I understood that it meant he's dead and I was shocked but I pretended that I knew. In June, the matter was brought up and I asked my sister what really happened. Apparently right after our cousin's November wedding, the husband collapsed. I wasn't there since I was away in the Philippines.
We've never been to a funeral as a whole family and I've never seen any of my family members cried for death reasons. Maybe it was the way I was brought up so I never get the chance to cry over a loss of a person.
This brings me to my current loss of a friend. I knew him. We worked together. He directed my music videos. We chatted, hugged, had shoots together. I was closer to him than my family that died but I didn't even bother crying. It never occurred to me that I should shed a tear. Sure, it was a sudden unexpected news and at least this time I was told directly from a mass email. I went to facebook saw all the status and picture posting of people in facebook, it made me think: "What's the point of saying all this when the person is dead?"
It's the same opinion of mine about having people saying stuff about the dead person in funerals. Why are we saying all these nice things about them when they're dead? Can they hear it? Will they hear it? What's in it for them if they can hear it? "Oh, I am loved. Now I can die in peace" ?
In the end, I did post on his wall in a sarcastic tone without actually showing it. I didn't want to post anything since my opinion on people's death aforementioned simply told me that there's no point on doing so. However, I didn't want people to think that I don't care.
I guess, even though I don't cry for death, I cared more about people's opinion of me. Darn...
This is one of the moments that makes me question if I am bitter and sadistic underneath my already open attitude about hating the world. I just received news that my friend from filmschool has fallen into death's grip; sliced by his scythe; called upon by the Father; reached his time; bottom line: he's dead.
I've been to a funeral before when I was young, about kindergarten, for my aunt's death. All I said during the funeral that I remember till now was: "Mom, why are the people so noisy?" There was another funeral that I believe was of my grandmother. We arrived late so the burial ceremony was over so I simply went around and looked at other people's death memoirs. "Aw, this baby was just 3 months when she died," was what I thought during that moment.
Sometimes I think that I wasn't familiar with death so I never felt any sadness when it happened. Years later, I began to realize that my whole family is also pretty much ... emotionless in a sense that they don't tell me when someone died.
Case #1: How did I find out about my grandfather's death? I stumbled across my sister's facebook status that her flight was delayed on the way to my grandfather's funeral. The reason why mom didn't tell me was because: "oh, but you're not close with him so you don't know him that welll," which is a bit true except that he stayed in my room when he visited dad. I was old enough to remember it happening all the time.
Case #2: What about my aunt's husband's death? During Christmas family vacation, my bro-in-law talked about how when the husband is "called", then he is called. I understood that it meant he's dead and I was shocked but I pretended that I knew. In June, the matter was brought up and I asked my sister what really happened. Apparently right after our cousin's November wedding, the husband collapsed. I wasn't there since I was away in the Philippines.
We've never been to a funeral as a whole family and I've never seen any of my family members cried for death reasons. Maybe it was the way I was brought up so I never get the chance to cry over a loss of a person.
This brings me to my current loss of a friend. I knew him. We worked together. He directed my music videos. We chatted, hugged, had shoots together. I was closer to him than my family that died but I didn't even bother crying. It never occurred to me that I should shed a tear. Sure, it was a sudden unexpected news and at least this time I was told directly from a mass email. I went to facebook saw all the status and picture posting of people in facebook, it made me think: "What's the point of saying all this when the person is dead?"
It's the same opinion of mine about having people saying stuff about the dead person in funerals. Why are we saying all these nice things about them when they're dead? Can they hear it? Will they hear it? What's in it for them if they can hear it? "Oh, I am loved. Now I can die in peace" ?
In the end, I did post on his wall in a sarcastic tone without actually showing it. I didn't want to post anything since my opinion on people's death aforementioned simply told me that there's no point on doing so. However, I didn't want people to think that I don't care.
I guess, even though I don't cry for death, I cared more about people's opinion of me. Darn...
Jun 9, 2012
Dream: Avengers & Superheroes
I recently watched Avengers. And by recently I meant, the day it showed in Manila, Philippines which was last April. Soon after watching Avengers, I had a conversation with all Marvel superheroes comic books geek that filled me in with all information about Avengers; the members, different versions, versus x-men. Before that we played an Xbox game involving teamwork and Marvel heroes where we were once the Fantastic Four group and the X-men group.
I'm telling you this to explain why I had this dream that I will describe next. It didn't happen exactly after Avengers but I dreamt it when I came back to Jakarta which was early May. I'll try to recall as many events as possible.
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It was like any normal day in a dream where you don't know how you get there and no back story of your character. From what I remember, I was a normal person until suddenly I saw this girl who was a cryo..person.. basically ice controlling person and I began to chase her. Apparently I was a pyro .. person.. the fire controlling person so I imagine myself as the Phoenix superhero character.
I was chasing her around to keep her from disrupting the city since she was sliding away making ice tracks while she was running away from me. Soon we were by the street and I noticed Tony Stark and Hugh Jackman about to enter a car from perhaps a red carpet event. They were dressed casual but they appeared sharp and clean.
The ice girl turned around and smiled at me seemingly teasing me about something. I panicked and shouted her to stop but, as I feared, she zipped past through the two men after whispering something to them. Her movement was too fast for normal human being to have noticed but her presence was surely noticed by those two superheroes. I followed and soon my conscience was switched and became hers.
I threw two small ice cubes at the car the men were about to enter as a sign that I was there. An invitation to follow. Then I was back to be the fire woman. It was a miracle that I could catch up with the ice girl because as I recall, I shouldn't have super speed. Just fire. At the time I was afraid that the two men would be chasing us soon so I wanted to catch her and end it all before trouble doubled.
Soon we reached an old looking bricked wall buildings built especially for comic books to have people fight by them so it can get destroyed. But we met with a Hulk. He wasn't like the green Hulk I saw in Avengers. He was much smaller, still human height only as big and if I recall, his color was purple. Somehow I knew this person was Hulk and he was dangerously strong and I need to defeat him.
Ice and fire joined power to fight off the purple Hulk while this man was on his way to one of the room in the building that appeared to be a bathroom so he can start showering. He noticed us and began to fight back because ice girl failed to capture him by icing him. We began the chase but as we were about to chase, we noticed Ironman and Wolverine. Both on higher ground as we are.
In my mind, I wasn't sure if Hulk was their friends or not but if he was, I knew I'd be outnumbered especially since cryo girl wasn't my partner in the first place. I still needed to capture her.
"How did you find us?" I asked them.
Ironman made a lazy gesture, "I bugged you with a tracking device when you passed by us."
Nobody was moving but I knew there was tension building up. I looked at cryo and she wasn't looking like she would be fighting. In a split second, we began to run away. Cryo on one side, me on the other side. I silently prayed that I would be fast enough to outrun them and hoped that Ironman wasn't the one who was chasing me because I might not be able to outrun his jet-speed.
I used all my fire power to burst myself forward like a rocket and I found myself walking along the road that seemed to be part of some type of Anime land particularly Detective Conan section. There were plenty of golf carts running around for people to tour around the area while still be able to take pictures conveniently.
I quickly run away into the nearby store shop filled with posters of different manga and anime. I saw some posters of Detective Conan in there also mixed with Snoopy and Woodstock. Pretty random stuff. I also noticed a number of children in the store and adults with touristy hats filling up the store. I silently prayed that Hugh Jackman wouldn't notice I was there. Stupidly, I was distracted by the store itself. I read Detective Conan so I wanted to take a look around to the second floor which caused me to walk past the entrance door where Hugh Jackman happened to stand at.
He saw me. I saw him. I pretended that I wasn't the person he chased so I casually walked into another room and locked it from the inside while desperately searching for a way out. Apparently, while I was doing so, a car sped up and hit Hugh Jackman. While he was distracted, I found a gap on a window that required a little climbing. I decided I'd risk being stuck than being caught in that small room with the man that was chasing me.
Miraculously I managed to escape through the window and found myself on a green grassed field by a cliff. A few children in their private school uniforms were seen running around and I noticed, somehow, that one of them was Wolverine's daughter. I didn't know how I knew but I did. She was about to fall off the cliff and I was there just in time to save her.
Well, not really. We both started to fall off the cliff and Hugh Jackman saw us when he looked over the window but because of my power, we didn't have any scratched when I landed both of us safely on the ground. Hugh Jackman soon caught up with us and we were all at the bottom of a cliff which was still green grassy area with a river running beside it. We were at the river banks when we had a little conversation.
The daughter explained that she was supposed to go down anyway since her school was there for some sort of school trip and she was excited to see the waterfall that was somewhere at the end of the river. It was quite shallow so there were people already wading through the water.
At this point, the girl began to run towards her friends and I too, sensing the danger of being left alone with her father - my chaser, followed her.
"Wait."
I turned around getting ready to run in case anything bad might happen.
"Thanks for saving my daughter." He said. He didn't appear to be dangerous at the time. "You don't seem to be a bad person so I will stop chasing you but I do want some explanation."
"Sure." I answered. "But I'd like to see the waterfall myself."
I continued my way to where everybody was and walked over the stone edges that states where the waterfall road started. There were small bushes on the side and the path itself was a knee length water we had to wade through. Fortunately, I was able to fly so I hovered above the bushes while cautiously getting myself ready in case of an attack by tiny dinosaurs - which, the 'me' dream knew existed in that area.
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Unfortunately the dream pretty much ended there. I assure you, the whole chase scene was much scary and intense in my dream than what I have described here but the details were pretty much true. And after this dream I had a short infatuation with Wolverine played by Hugh Jackman. It was a short one that was soon replaced due to another dream I'll write about soon...
I'm telling you this to explain why I had this dream that I will describe next. It didn't happen exactly after Avengers but I dreamt it when I came back to Jakarta which was early May. I'll try to recall as many events as possible.
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It was like any normal day in a dream where you don't know how you get there and no back story of your character. From what I remember, I was a normal person until suddenly I saw this girl who was a cryo..person.. basically ice controlling person and I began to chase her. Apparently I was a pyro .. person.. the fire controlling person so I imagine myself as the Phoenix superhero character.
I was chasing her around to keep her from disrupting the city since she was sliding away making ice tracks while she was running away from me. Soon we were by the street and I noticed Tony Stark and Hugh Jackman about to enter a car from perhaps a red carpet event. They were dressed casual but they appeared sharp and clean.
The ice girl turned around and smiled at me seemingly teasing me about something. I panicked and shouted her to stop but, as I feared, she zipped past through the two men after whispering something to them. Her movement was too fast for normal human being to have noticed but her presence was surely noticed by those two superheroes. I followed and soon my conscience was switched and became hers.
I threw two small ice cubes at the car the men were about to enter as a sign that I was there. An invitation to follow. Then I was back to be the fire woman. It was a miracle that I could catch up with the ice girl because as I recall, I shouldn't have super speed. Just fire. At the time I was afraid that the two men would be chasing us soon so I wanted to catch her and end it all before trouble doubled.
Soon we reached an old looking bricked wall buildings built especially for comic books to have people fight by them so it can get destroyed. But we met with a Hulk. He wasn't like the green Hulk I saw in Avengers. He was much smaller, still human height only as big and if I recall, his color was purple. Somehow I knew this person was Hulk and he was dangerously strong and I need to defeat him.
Ice and fire joined power to fight off the purple Hulk while this man was on his way to one of the room in the building that appeared to be a bathroom so he can start showering. He noticed us and began to fight back because ice girl failed to capture him by icing him. We began the chase but as we were about to chase, we noticed Ironman and Wolverine. Both on higher ground as we are.
In my mind, I wasn't sure if Hulk was their friends or not but if he was, I knew I'd be outnumbered especially since cryo girl wasn't my partner in the first place. I still needed to capture her.
"How did you find us?" I asked them.
Ironman made a lazy gesture, "I bugged you with a tracking device when you passed by us."
Nobody was moving but I knew there was tension building up. I looked at cryo and she wasn't looking like she would be fighting. In a split second, we began to run away. Cryo on one side, me on the other side. I silently prayed that I would be fast enough to outrun them and hoped that Ironman wasn't the one who was chasing me because I might not be able to outrun his jet-speed.
I used all my fire power to burst myself forward like a rocket and I found myself walking along the road that seemed to be part of some type of Anime land particularly Detective Conan section. There were plenty of golf carts running around for people to tour around the area while still be able to take pictures conveniently.
I quickly run away into the nearby store shop filled with posters of different manga and anime. I saw some posters of Detective Conan in there also mixed with Snoopy and Woodstock. Pretty random stuff. I also noticed a number of children in the store and adults with touristy hats filling up the store. I silently prayed that Hugh Jackman wouldn't notice I was there. Stupidly, I was distracted by the store itself. I read Detective Conan so I wanted to take a look around to the second floor which caused me to walk past the entrance door where Hugh Jackman happened to stand at.
He saw me. I saw him. I pretended that I wasn't the person he chased so I casually walked into another room and locked it from the inside while desperately searching for a way out. Apparently, while I was doing so, a car sped up and hit Hugh Jackman. While he was distracted, I found a gap on a window that required a little climbing. I decided I'd risk being stuck than being caught in that small room with the man that was chasing me.
Miraculously I managed to escape through the window and found myself on a green grassed field by a cliff. A few children in their private school uniforms were seen running around and I noticed, somehow, that one of them was Wolverine's daughter. I didn't know how I knew but I did. She was about to fall off the cliff and I was there just in time to save her.
Well, not really. We both started to fall off the cliff and Hugh Jackman saw us when he looked over the window but because of my power, we didn't have any scratched when I landed both of us safely on the ground. Hugh Jackman soon caught up with us and we were all at the bottom of a cliff which was still green grassy area with a river running beside it. We were at the river banks when we had a little conversation.
The daughter explained that she was supposed to go down anyway since her school was there for some sort of school trip and she was excited to see the waterfall that was somewhere at the end of the river. It was quite shallow so there were people already wading through the water.
At this point, the girl began to run towards her friends and I too, sensing the danger of being left alone with her father - my chaser, followed her.
"Wait."
I turned around getting ready to run in case anything bad might happen.
"Thanks for saving my daughter." He said. He didn't appear to be dangerous at the time. "You don't seem to be a bad person so I will stop chasing you but I do want some explanation."
"Sure." I answered. "But I'd like to see the waterfall myself."
I continued my way to where everybody was and walked over the stone edges that states where the waterfall road started. There were small bushes on the side and the path itself was a knee length water we had to wade through. Fortunately, I was able to fly so I hovered above the bushes while cautiously getting myself ready in case of an attack by tiny dinosaurs - which, the 'me' dream knew existed in that area.
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Unfortunately the dream pretty much ended there. I assure you, the whole chase scene was much scary and intense in my dream than what I have described here but the details were pretty much true. And after this dream I had a short infatuation with Wolverine played by Hugh Jackman. It was a short one that was soon replaced due to another dream I'll write about soon...
Emotional Blergh
I love to listen to music when I write. It helps me disconnect from the world and go somewhere else where I can easily see the stories I'm writing about. Then there are time when I would get immersed into the song that I ended up leaving completely. And by leaving, I mean filling my mind with that world I create that felt so good that I didn't want to leave. This usually ended up in causing my heart to ache. It's none of those physical ache like being punched but more of the about to burst pain.
It's during these moments that I wish I can curl into a ball and disappear. Let the beat of the music brings me somewhere else. To Neverland, perhaps, though less troublesome but more flying. Sometimes the feeling is so overwhelming that I would want to cry. I never do but I wish I was. Maybe it would make me feel more refreshed.
Being a lover of music -- And by lover of music, I don't mean that I've listened to all sorts of music but I do admire every type of music even those hated ones. Though it also depends on my mood. -- I would envy these people for being able to make such wonderful immerse-able music. I make music too but not in the advance level of bass, drums, guitar, rifts, keyboards, filler, solo part etc. that makes people want to dance or close their eyes and drift off. It really brings me down sometimes that I can't make songs like these... yet...
Here's one of the video that made me go all emotional immersion phase recently. Knowing the mind and hand of this mixer/dj belongs to a French teenager born 1994, simply kicks me in the ass for not being as awesome as he is. Sometimes I wonder if these immersion helps me move forward or simply brings me down for showing what stuff I didn't do and coulda shoulda woulda done be doing.
It's during these moments that I wish I can curl into a ball and disappear. Let the beat of the music brings me somewhere else. To Neverland, perhaps, though less troublesome but more flying. Sometimes the feeling is so overwhelming that I would want to cry. I never do but I wish I was. Maybe it would make me feel more refreshed.
Being a lover of music -- And by lover of music, I don't mean that I've listened to all sorts of music but I do admire every type of music even those hated ones. Though it also depends on my mood. -- I would envy these people for being able to make such wonderful immerse-able music. I make music too but not in the advance level of bass, drums, guitar, rifts, keyboards, filler, solo part etc. that makes people want to dance or close their eyes and drift off. It really brings me down sometimes that I can't make songs like these... yet...
Here's one of the video that made me go all emotional immersion phase recently. Knowing the mind and hand of this mixer/dj belongs to a French teenager born 1994, simply kicks me in the ass for not being as awesome as he is. Sometimes I wonder if these immersion helps me move forward or simply brings me down for showing what stuff I didn't do and coulda shoulda woulda done be doing.
Jun 3, 2012
Boobies Vs Movies
One day I stumbled across the fact that these two words rhymes so I decided to brainstorm and see what similarities and differences they have. These are random points that I know of so some info may not be right. I'm sure there are more points that I didn't write down so go make your own list, why don't you?
Similarities:
1. You can watch it for free, or pay to see one.
2. Uses numbers and/or letter to grade them. [PG-13 , 36B]
3. Some uses technology to create fake effects to make it look better.
4. You have posters/printed screenshots of them in magazines or other places and you can put it up on your wall.
5. Motorboat may be involved.
6. For some, it can help release stress - escaping reality - if you immerse yourself into it.
7. You can "consume" both of them. Each in its own different way.
8. Everyone likes them.
Differences:
1. You can have boobies in movies but you can't have movies in boobies (though you can make movies out of boobies and not vice versa).
2. You pirate a movie that has a pirate with a boobies. You can't pirate boobies. Arrr..
3. One makes a nice pillow; the other, when stored as a disk, can be stacked high or sorted in a case book thing.
4. It takes a lot of people to make movies. But it only takes 2 people to make boobies. Not everyone is successful on their first try.
5. Movies can't get cancer.
6. Those who specializes in movies are called filmmakers. Those who specializes in boobies are called, uh, doctors..? Or perverts..?
7. Generally speaking boobies makes milk, movies makes money.
8. People writes "movies" as their interest openly. Not so much with boobies, no matter how interested they are in it. Unless it's breast cancer then maybe. But writing breast cancer as your interest is just odd. Unless you're a doctor. Still, really?
Yes. I'm odd like that.
Similarities:
1. You can watch it for free, or pay to see one.
2. Uses numbers and/or letter to grade them. [PG-13 , 36B]
3. Some uses technology to create fake effects to make it look better.
4. You have posters/printed screenshots of them in magazines or other places and you can put it up on your wall.
5. Motorboat may be involved.
6. For some, it can help release stress - escaping reality - if you immerse yourself into it.
7. You can "consume" both of them. Each in its own different way.
8. Everyone likes them.
Differences:
1. You can have boobies in movies but you can't have movies in boobies (though you can make movies out of boobies and not vice versa).
2. You pirate a movie that has a pirate with a boobies. You can't pirate boobies. Arrr..
3. One makes a nice pillow; the other, when stored as a disk, can be stacked high or sorted in a case book thing.
4. It takes a lot of people to make movies. But it only takes 2 people to make boobies. Not everyone is successful on their first try.
5. Movies can't get cancer.
6. Those who specializes in movies are called filmmakers. Those who specializes in boobies are called, uh, doctors..? Or perverts..?
7. Generally speaking boobies makes milk, movies makes money.
8. People writes "movies" as their interest openly. Not so much with boobies, no matter how interested they are in it. Unless it's breast cancer then maybe. But writing breast cancer as your interest is just odd. Unless you're a doctor. Still, really?
Yes. I'm odd like that.
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