People have been saying things like that guy's good in this and that and he's so awesome. From my view, things like these is not nothing. There is no perfect human. Humans are created equal in a way but they are created different according to their abilities. Talent is what they have. Some people are good at entertaining. Some are good at thinking. Some are good at doing the harsh work. Perhaps, most people should start to rethink this. Talents are not based on their genetic code. But talent is based on whether you choose to do it or not. If you have the passion for that field, talent comes in naturally. As you choose to learn.
Take a princess and throw her in a farm. She might not be able to work in the beginning. But as time goes on, she'll learn and she can become a good farmer as well. Take a pauper, throw him/her in as a prince or princess. He'll learn how to govern his subjects in a matter of time. What they are good at doing is not based on who they are but what they chose to do to their lives. Despite this might be an already obvious thing. I still find that most people today still say like this person is so great at this and that. I find it uninteresting and say that humans are equal in all sense of ways.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
War and Peace...
Recently, I've been going through some videos on youtube calming my mind until I came across a video of Metal Gear Solid Peace Walker trailer. And within the trailer, I just realized that there are countries without an army. For example, Costa Rica's Article 12 of their constitution abolishes the military forces ending the military spirit in the country. The abolishing of the military happened 1 year after the Costa Rican civil war which resulted with the overthrowing of their government. Ever since, Costa Rica has never went into civil war despite their neighbors do.
Today, their supposed military budget is focused on security, education and culture. This resulted in a peaceful nation which remains neutral in it's stance. From this nation, I've had came to realize. Why do we even need soldiers? Why do we fight? Is it necessary? If every nation in the world lay down their weapons and trade in for tool to build. Instead of tools of murder and despair, humans should rethink that war is the unnecessary method. Why on earth do we listen to our selfish leaders? Who decided that war is the only matter to gain what they want. Foolish leaders, because of your greed, you have caused young men and women to die. Fighting for an ideology, is it even important?
Militants world wide, especially religious extremists and radicals, think back! Would your religion approve of murder of innocent civilians? How about the murder of many women and children? These people have nothing but each other and their will to survive. Why do we fight? Humans are humans. Race and religion is not anything worth fighting for. Why do we have to separate people by groups. Why do we even identify each other in different races? Why not calling each of us as humans and humans alone. What is the difference? Africans, Caucasians, Arabs, Indians, Asians and other races, we are humans. Humanity has no need to fight to show who's different. Soldiers, lay down your weapons. Politicians, think of other ways to solve a conflict. The world needs to stop thinking each other as a different race but humans.
Laying down their weapons in trade for tools to educate, to build, to help is what every nation should do. Give the weapons to guards and police. Why do we even need to buy tanks and create more guns to kill? Leave the battlefield, join the people around to create a happy world. Without an army, there would be no reason to fight. Without an army, politicians would not interfere with other nations' internal affairs. Lay down your weapons and start to think again.
Today, their supposed military budget is focused on security, education and culture. This resulted in a peaceful nation which remains neutral in it's stance. From this nation, I've had came to realize. Why do we even need soldiers? Why do we fight? Is it necessary? If every nation in the world lay down their weapons and trade in for tool to build. Instead of tools of murder and despair, humans should rethink that war is the unnecessary method. Why on earth do we listen to our selfish leaders? Who decided that war is the only matter to gain what they want. Foolish leaders, because of your greed, you have caused young men and women to die. Fighting for an ideology, is it even important?
Militants world wide, especially religious extremists and radicals, think back! Would your religion approve of murder of innocent civilians? How about the murder of many women and children? These people have nothing but each other and their will to survive. Why do we fight? Humans are humans. Race and religion is not anything worth fighting for. Why do we have to separate people by groups. Why do we even identify each other in different races? Why not calling each of us as humans and humans alone. What is the difference? Africans, Caucasians, Arabs, Indians, Asians and other races, we are humans. Humanity has no need to fight to show who's different. Soldiers, lay down your weapons. Politicians, think of other ways to solve a conflict. The world needs to stop thinking each other as a different race but humans.
Laying down their weapons in trade for tools to educate, to build, to help is what every nation should do. Give the weapons to guards and police. Why do we even need to buy tanks and create more guns to kill? Leave the battlefield, join the people around to create a happy world. Without an army, there would be no reason to fight. Without an army, politicians would not interfere with other nations' internal affairs. Lay down your weapons and start to think again.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Instrumentals... a story without words...
Instrumental songs. One form of music which has began from the old ages and the longest surviving genre of music. Never obsolete and never forgotten. I've been spending hours and hours in front of my PC listening to instrumentals. It doesn't matter which era they are from. Classical, New Age, it always tell a story which will not describe in words. For example, Playing Love by Ennio Morricone from the movie The Legend of 1900, describes about the thoughts of a man when he sees a girl. Stories need not be told in pictures or words. Music itself carries a story. Plain music without words. Despite the great songs everywhere, there are those who finds it boring and uninteresting.
Plain music without words tell stories which no words can ever describe. Most of today's popular music are nothing but a corruption towards good music. Good music today is under-appreciated as more and more people has succumbed to the trends of music which promotes killing, death, self harming, sex and other immoral acts. What everyone should do, is to stop listening to every other songs and give these beautiful instrumentals a try.
Plain music without words tell stories which no words can ever describe. Most of today's popular music are nothing but a corruption towards good music. Good music today is under-appreciated as more and more people has succumbed to the trends of music which promotes killing, death, self harming, sex and other immoral acts. What everyone should do, is to stop listening to every other songs and give these beautiful instrumentals a try.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Self harming... Failure of understanding humanity's worth?
Self harming as most usually recognize it as a part of the Emo subculture is a method of doing physical harm towards one self. However, this self harming is not just a normal harming. What puzzles me today is why on earth would humans even harm themselves? I mean, is there any good coming from people being emo nowadays? What is it that humans prefer cutting their own wrists or doing any severe physical harm to themselves?
The only question I would wish to post to all those people out there who are still living within the emo subculture. Why do you even want to harm yourselves? Do you even care about the people around you who cares about you a lot? Harming yourself is not a way of expression. It is mere stupidity. If god wants us to harm ourselves, he would had turn it into a commandment. Emo or not, this is not worth doing. Origins of emo are from the popular music. Bands such as "My Chemical Romance" are promoting people to harm themselves. You teens have better things to do. Harming yourself is never a good idea.
Wake up world. This world is never miserable. The ones who are miserable is you people. You people wanted it to be miserable. That's why you feel that it's miserable. I find it ironic that humans who are created to protect themselves wants to harm themselves instead. Humans are not stupid. Humans are an intelligent race and the stupidity comes from why we do irrational things? Grow up people!
The only question I would wish to post to all those people out there who are still living within the emo subculture. Why do you even want to harm yourselves? Do you even care about the people around you who cares about you a lot? Harming yourself is not a way of expression. It is mere stupidity. If god wants us to harm ourselves, he would had turn it into a commandment. Emo or not, this is not worth doing. Origins of emo are from the popular music. Bands such as "My Chemical Romance" are promoting people to harm themselves. You teens have better things to do. Harming yourself is never a good idea.
Wake up world. This world is never miserable. The ones who are miserable is you people. You people wanted it to be miserable. That's why you feel that it's miserable. I find it ironic that humans who are created to protect themselves wants to harm themselves instead. Humans are not stupid. Humans are an intelligent race and the stupidity comes from why we do irrational things? Grow up people!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
animes and intelligence?
WARNING: Despite my post to be sliding towards the anti-anime side, I would like to say this. Please. Do not stop reading this post.
Challenging minds. Animes have become a trend. A culture in the world. Something Japan has contributed. Though, they have been challenging everyone's minds. They have proven to be ridiculous at times. I have suddenly thought of this. Animes are something which are not worth watching when you have other things to do. It is merely a fantasy world where its purpose is to entertain you. However, too much entertainment has its toll. Though the question is, too much anime can cause your intelligence to deteriorate? Plausible theory. My claim is that the more you watch, the more you neglect other stuff such as challenging your minds to explore new things and new possibilities.
Though this doesn't really say that only animes will do. So, the title should be changed to too much of any entertainment causes your mind to go down to zero. True? WRONG! Despite how much, I've experimented it with, entertainment doesn't really kills your intelligence. However, if you're watching some lame shows on the TV, yes it does. Entertainment such as video games in fact makes you think better.
In fact, certain games have proven to have sharpen the minds of many. However, that doesn't mean that you should stick your face in front of the TV with the console or the PC to play all sorts of games. Some games in fact makes your intelligence go down. Back to topic. We're discussing about animes and intelligence right? Well, for what I can see, some people had already forgotten about what's important in their lives when they started watching animes or any other things on TV. I've spent my time watching too much animes in the previous year. And to my surprise, I've realized, that too much is bad. My point is anime is a fantasy, where the impossible happens. Real life shows however, couldn't achieve the impossible since they couldn't defy the laws of physics. In this case, Real life shows would be more suitable for humanity instead of animes. When we watch things on TV. We tend to believe that what they do is real. So, in this case, we deny our own reality and substitute it with theirs.
As to conclude this post, my point is, to not let yourself be absorbed into the anime world but keep a part of your consciousness to be in the real world. A balance on both animes and our TV shows would be nice. The more we absorb fantasy, the more our minds become rotten. As our minds focus on fantasy stimuli and not the real world. And this will result in weakened intelligence and focus. I suggest to all who reads this post to think more of the real life than to indulge fully into the world of fantasy
Challenging minds. Animes have become a trend. A culture in the world. Something Japan has contributed. Though, they have been challenging everyone's minds. They have proven to be ridiculous at times. I have suddenly thought of this. Animes are something which are not worth watching when you have other things to do. It is merely a fantasy world where its purpose is to entertain you. However, too much entertainment has its toll. Though the question is, too much anime can cause your intelligence to deteriorate? Plausible theory. My claim is that the more you watch, the more you neglect other stuff such as challenging your minds to explore new things and new possibilities.
Though this doesn't really say that only animes will do. So, the title should be changed to too much of any entertainment causes your mind to go down to zero. True? WRONG! Despite how much, I've experimented it with, entertainment doesn't really kills your intelligence. However, if you're watching some lame shows on the TV, yes it does. Entertainment such as video games in fact makes you think better.
In fact, certain games have proven to have sharpen the minds of many. However, that doesn't mean that you should stick your face in front of the TV with the console or the PC to play all sorts of games. Some games in fact makes your intelligence go down. Back to topic. We're discussing about animes and intelligence right? Well, for what I can see, some people had already forgotten about what's important in their lives when they started watching animes or any other things on TV. I've spent my time watching too much animes in the previous year. And to my surprise, I've realized, that too much is bad. My point is anime is a fantasy, where the impossible happens. Real life shows however, couldn't achieve the impossible since they couldn't defy the laws of physics. In this case, Real life shows would be more suitable for humanity instead of animes. When we watch things on TV. We tend to believe that what they do is real. So, in this case, we deny our own reality and substitute it with theirs.
As to conclude this post, my point is, to not let yourself be absorbed into the anime world but keep a part of your consciousness to be in the real world. A balance on both animes and our TV shows would be nice. The more we absorb fantasy, the more our minds become rotten. As our minds focus on fantasy stimuli and not the real world. And this will result in weakened intelligence and focus. I suggest to all who reads this post to think more of the real life than to indulge fully into the world of fantasy
Sunday, September 20, 2009
A Song of Storm and Fire
This was performed in Passion December 2006. I was browsing through youtube and saw this video. The song was composed by Japanese musician, Yuki Kajiura. It was a song written for a teenage hit anime in 2006 called Tsubasa Chronicle or Chronicles of the Wings. The title of the song is "A Song of Storm and Fire".
Friday, September 18, 2009
Against Racial politics with an example from "the great dictator"....
the video was taken from the great dictator. A film by Charlie Chaplin in 1940 criticizing the Fascist government of Adolf Hitler. However, there are similarities in today's governments who practice racial politics. If anyone would actually listen to all that is to be said in this show, shouldn't we practice it? Here's true democracy for you...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
THIS IS GAMERRR!
GAMER: THE REVIEWWhen I first walked in to the cinema, I was reading the synopsis of every movies just next to the entrance. And the first thing which caught my attention was of course, Gamer. Maybe it's my addiction towards games that got me interested in this show. After the whole long process of waiting for the right time, get the popcorns and the movie tickets and finally enter the room. The first thing I noticed was the people around me. There were barely anyone. So, I thought, maybe it doesn't suck but maybe those people are busy with the preparation for breaking fast. The movie started off with a nice action scene from the game itself with blasts and blood and dirt all over. I was taken aback by the action scenes showing people fighting professionally like soldiers in a sci-fi battle field. Only to find them as real humans and not avatars at all.
As the movie progresses, my expectation for the movie is this is so going to rock the house. Maybe with some cool lines like, "TONIGHT WE DIE IN SLAYERS!" or maybe "THIS IS GAMERR!" However, it doesn't seem so. Perhaps, the script writers have been too lazy to continue the story and give it a terrible ending. When I mean "terrible ending", it means a really crude, lazy and unfinished work. Some parts of the story are rip-offs from Death Race. I'm not spoiling anything here, you have to watch it to find out yourself. Though the story wasn't good enough, I can never be disappointed in the whole show. Kudos to the pyrotechnics team for a great work with the explosions. However, the actors aren't performing their best. Gerard Butler lacked the macho-ness from 300 and the villain is a weak-willed psychopath who tries to cover his own a** by mind controlling someone to murder only to end up killed by his weak-willed self. Overall, the movie was a disaster set for a million parodies in the future. Perhaps, someone might start making a 300/Gamer parody right now. Ratings based on all points, character and storyline greatly pulls down the score for this show. Kudos to CG and pyrotechnics again for an amazing job to make this movie good enough to be above my "THIS MOVIE SUCKS" rating. It didn't went all that bad as Postal the movie. ( personal rating: 4/10)
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Day 9
I woke up two days later. I looked around the surroundings. It was daybreak. Hope was barking. How long has it been barking? I wondered. The pickup overturned. I released my seat belt and I fell face first towards the ground. Ouch! I checked my watch and noticed that it's been two days since I've been out. Wow, I never knew I could sleep for one entire day. I crawled out of the wreck and get to the back of the pickup. Most of the things inside the truck were either smashed to pieces or they've been thrown far away when the truck overturned.
I gathered up as many supplies as I can and continue down the road. I opened the map finding a place where people stay or at least they used to. A town situated down the road about 20 miles. I walked down the road without even looking back. I thought back. That dream. That figure. It's getting familiar. That voice. I've heard it before. I checked my wallet. A picture of a woman. She looks exactly like her. I tried hard to recall that voice. And I kept looking at that picture. My wife. That figure in my dream was my wife. Where is she? Is she gone like everyone else? I stopped in my trails. I dropped down on the floor with the picture of her. I screamed out loud. Hope got frightened and almost ran away, but she trailed on. Tears start rolling down my cheeks.
I took the gun out and aimed at my head. Tears continued rolling down my cheeks. What am I doing? I want to end my suffering, but I'm not giving up hope to continue finding signs of human life. It's only been 9 days. I'm going crazy. I'm delusional. What am I to do?
"Sir, please calm down." someone said to a man standing on the edge of a building. I tried to calm that person down. That man intended to jump off the building. I was still an intern in a hospital. I raised my hand towards the guy. I told him, "If you jump off this building, what's going to happen next?" The guy being stressed threatened to jump off the building still. I walked slowly towards that guy. "Don't come any closer or I'll jump." that man said with a shaky voice. That feeling of being responsible for another man's death came into me. I was so afraid that if I go any closer, he would jump off the building. The more I approach, the more that man stepped closer towards the edge. He was too close to the edge and suddenly, he was about to slip. I ran towards the edge and he was clinging on to the edge of the rooftop. I stretched my hand out towards that man. He tried to reach for it. I stretched out further. He reached my hand. I grabbed it and everyone helped to pull that guy back. That man was saved. He was a schizophrenic patient in the hospital where my internship was based in. That was a memory from 10 years ago.
Tears still rolling down my cheek as I sat with the gun pointed at my head. I cried and cried and cried. What should I do now? Should I continue this road trip or should I end my life here? Hope came towards my face and started licking me. I lowered the gun. I stood up and continue my journey. I decided that taking my own life isn't worth it. Walking down the road for 3 hours, I finally reached a small town. The traffic lights are still working. Cars which ran out of fuel for a week. I searched the streets and I found a working pickup. I drove it to the closest fuel station and refuel that thing. Scavenging through the whole town I found some extra fuel tanks and fuel it up at the fuel station. I roam around everywhere and scavenge all sorts of supplies just to stock up in the car. Some dog food for Hope. Tired of roaming around, I went into a random house and went to the master bedroom and lie down on it. I looked around the house. A picture of a married couple. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I recalled my wedding day. Tears continue rolling down my cheeks until I fell asleep.
I gathered up as many supplies as I can and continue down the road. I opened the map finding a place where people stay or at least they used to. A town situated down the road about 20 miles. I walked down the road without even looking back. I thought back. That dream. That figure. It's getting familiar. That voice. I've heard it before. I checked my wallet. A picture of a woman. She looks exactly like her. I tried hard to recall that voice. And I kept looking at that picture. My wife. That figure in my dream was my wife. Where is she? Is she gone like everyone else? I stopped in my trails. I dropped down on the floor with the picture of her. I screamed out loud. Hope got frightened and almost ran away, but she trailed on. Tears start rolling down my cheeks.
I took the gun out and aimed at my head. Tears continued rolling down my cheeks. What am I doing? I want to end my suffering, but I'm not giving up hope to continue finding signs of human life. It's only been 9 days. I'm going crazy. I'm delusional. What am I to do?
"Sir, please calm down." someone said to a man standing on the edge of a building. I tried to calm that person down. That man intended to jump off the building. I was still an intern in a hospital. I raised my hand towards the guy. I told him, "If you jump off this building, what's going to happen next?" The guy being stressed threatened to jump off the building still. I walked slowly towards that guy. "Don't come any closer or I'll jump." that man said with a shaky voice. That feeling of being responsible for another man's death came into me. I was so afraid that if I go any closer, he would jump off the building. The more I approach, the more that man stepped closer towards the edge. He was too close to the edge and suddenly, he was about to slip. I ran towards the edge and he was clinging on to the edge of the rooftop. I stretched my hand out towards that man. He tried to reach for it. I stretched out further. He reached my hand. I grabbed it and everyone helped to pull that guy back. That man was saved. He was a schizophrenic patient in the hospital where my internship was based in. That was a memory from 10 years ago.
Tears still rolling down my cheek as I sat with the gun pointed at my head. I cried and cried and cried. What should I do now? Should I continue this road trip or should I end my life here? Hope came towards my face and started licking me. I lowered the gun. I stood up and continue my journey. I decided that taking my own life isn't worth it. Walking down the road for 3 hours, I finally reached a small town. The traffic lights are still working. Cars which ran out of fuel for a week. I searched the streets and I found a working pickup. I drove it to the closest fuel station and refuel that thing. Scavenging through the whole town I found some extra fuel tanks and fuel it up at the fuel station. I roam around everywhere and scavenge all sorts of supplies just to stock up in the car. Some dog food for Hope. Tired of roaming around, I went into a random house and went to the master bedroom and lie down on it. I looked around the house. A picture of a married couple. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I recalled my wedding day. Tears continue rolling down my cheeks until I fell asleep.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Day 7
The road trip went on for a day. Thinking that I would find some nice place to sleep, but it's been hours and I haven't slept yet. I kept driving down the silent road. It's been a week since I woke up to be the last man on earth. I pulled over and take a leak. The night's dark. I readied my gun, slid it in my pants while I relieve myself. After that, I thought that this would be a long night. I grabbed a can of coffee from the back of the truck and open it. I took a short sip. Looking up at the eerie sky, the darkness fills my heart. When will I find the next human. The longer I go on this trip, the more crazier my mind becomes. It's already playing tricks on me once and I don't want it to be like this again.
I drove down the road. Silence fills the atmosphere. I decided to take out my I-pod and start playing some songs. The track plays "I'll Be There" by Michael Jackson. A nostalgic song from the old days. I remembered listening to this song when I was a kid. I drove down the road while singing the song. My body aches. It's been a while. I kept driving and driving. All of a sudden, something jumped out in front of the car. I got the shock of my life and tried my best to avoid it but then I lost control of the pickup and it hit a ditch. I got banged violently. With mild pain, I blacked out.
"Jim! Wake up!" a voice called out. "Jim! Jim!" I tried to look at it. The same figure from my previous dream. Why this again? "Jim!" the figure called out to me. She stretched her hand as if to ask me to hold it. I tried to reach it. I kept running towards it but the more I run towards her, the further she is. I kept running. Running and panting. I ran and ran. Not looking back or anywhere. Trying to reach for the figure. The feeling of this futile run. It's as if I'll be on an endless path. But I can't stop running. I ran and ran and ran. The figure starts getting closer and closer. I jumped out to her. My fingers barely touching hers and I fell into that deep pit again. Darkness fills the world. The figure disappears.
I drove down the road. Silence fills the atmosphere. I decided to take out my I-pod and start playing some songs. The track plays "I'll Be There" by Michael Jackson. A nostalgic song from the old days. I remembered listening to this song when I was a kid. I drove down the road while singing the song. My body aches. It's been a while. I kept driving and driving. All of a sudden, something jumped out in front of the car. I got the shock of my life and tried my best to avoid it but then I lost control of the pickup and it hit a ditch. I got banged violently. With mild pain, I blacked out.
"Jim! Wake up!" a voice called out. "Jim! Jim!" I tried to look at it. The same figure from my previous dream. Why this again? "Jim!" the figure called out to me. She stretched her hand as if to ask me to hold it. I tried to reach it. I kept running towards it but the more I run towards her, the further she is. I kept running. Running and panting. I ran and ran. Not looking back or anywhere. Trying to reach for the figure. The feeling of this futile run. It's as if I'll be on an endless path. But I can't stop running. I ran and ran and ran. The figure starts getting closer and closer. I jumped out to her. My fingers barely touching hers and I fell into that deep pit again. Darkness fills the world. The figure disappears.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Day 6
"Jim" I heard a voice. I looked for that voice. It's ringing in my ears. A bright light shone upon me. A female figure stood there looking at me. Her face, so beautiful so pure. I tried to reach out for it. I ran and ran and ran for her. I tried to reach for her. But the more I ran she kept disappearing. Who is she? She sounded so familiar. The pursuit went on and on and on but I can't reach her. I still tried. I ran so fast that I don't even noticed the things around me. As I was about to reach her. I fell into an endless pit. The light fades away.
I woke up to the sound of Hope's barking. I must have been drinking last night. A headache. Terrible one for me. I walked to the windows and open the curtains. The sun shining brightly. It must've been close to noon. Time doesn't matter anymore. I went to the motel kitchen searching through it for some nice meal. Then I recalled the dream I had. The voice was so familiar. I kept wondering who could that be? Then I recalled chasing after that phantom figure the night before. Maybe it's just a dream. Thinking about our journey ahead, I fed Hope, had my breakfast, stock up on some supplies head to the pickup outside and continue my journey. Whatever that thing was, I bet it won't be the last I see. I continue driving down the road.
I woke up to the sound of Hope's barking. I must have been drinking last night. A headache. Terrible one for me. I walked to the windows and open the curtains. The sun shining brightly. It must've been close to noon. Time doesn't matter anymore. I went to the motel kitchen searching through it for some nice meal. Then I recalled the dream I had. The voice was so familiar. I kept wondering who could that be? Then I recalled chasing after that phantom figure the night before. Maybe it's just a dream. Thinking about our journey ahead, I fed Hope, had my breakfast, stock up on some supplies head to the pickup outside and continue my journey. Whatever that thing was, I bet it won't be the last I see. I continue driving down the road.
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