Ranting is good and all, but it's no fun when you're so depressed your face meets your toes. Or at least your neck.
So, let's see.
WELL, for one thing: Hi kuya (since they are probably reading this)!
The second thing...
Heck, I don't know what to say.
I like Hetalia? Yeah, sure, let's start with that. Ever thought about what a nation would look like if they were a person? A lot of people probably have, at some point; I mean, look at Lady Liberty, or Mother England---(did you notice none of the countries are male? The irony)
Anyways.
Axis Powers Hetalia is a comic/manga(Japanese comics)/anime(Japanese animation) about nations personified. The central storyline revolves around World War II, with the main character being the silly and rather air-headed personification of Northern Italy. It's all light-hearted humor, despite the few battle scenes here and there; none of the nations' personalities or hetare-ness (foolishness, stupidity, silliness, etc, in Japanese; hence, Hetare and Italia, silly Italy, Hetalia) are intentionally harmful or seriously intended against the actual nations.
Tch, I rambled. Basically, Hetalia is kind of crude in some parts(just general swearing and...slight lewdness...agh) and the art isn't too great at first...but there are amazingly portrayed relations between all the nations, exciting battle scenes, and characters you can't help but like for their unique personalities.
Plus, the art improves to the point of breathtaking awesomeness. I'm mainly an anime-style artist, so I could say I was duly awe-struck and overjoyed, oho.
Ah, anime. I'm sure all of us have watched at least one form of it in our lifetimes (Spirited Away, Pokemon, Digimon, Yugi-Oh, Kiki's Delivery Service, Sailor Moon, Naruto, Bleach...). I'm not an otaku - overly obssessed with anime/manga - but I've got to admit I love it.
US Americans. We love Japanese products, don't we?
Well, I guess that's enough for one post. Ama out.
The Last Few Words of This Post Look Like A Lemony Snicket Imitation
-Ama
P.S. (I guess those words weren't the last after all) I am verbally challenged. I can't think of anything sensible to say, even in my journals.
Sheesh.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Lonely Like a Crowd Full of People
It feels like I'm completely empty. I have things I could do, but I don't feel any motivation or inspiration to accomplish them.
Bloody hell.
It seems as if life is so much easier when you're a safe kid, living under your parent's guidance and assured of all the things you know about in life. Well, sure, not all people are like that; but it sure was like that for me. I used to be the leader, the British Empire, the Persian Rule, the person who could talk about anything and everything to anyone, everyone. I could explore without anyone seeing me in the bushes, climb high up on a nail salon's roof where you're not supposed to go (the ladder was locked with metal paneling in front; too bad they didn't think anyone could climb up using the rungs on the back), or sneak out to buy McDonalds with my childhood playmate without anyone noticing.
It really sucks being old, a part of society, and responsible, you know? At least when you are small and naive, no one can rightfully or truly scorn you for your faults. They can just blame the older kids or your guardians for making a bad impression (which is sad, but true). And darn, when you start making hundreds of journals and online blogs to rant, you know just how deep in dissappointed you are with growing up.
Shucks (who says that anymore?), my imagination was better too.
So here I am: old, more artfully talented, less imaginatively capable, and unbelievably bored. In more specific terms: a brat who can't appreciate life for its wonders, no matter how much it wants to again.
I'm probably just bored and should get out more. It's summer, the highscholers are out, and the elementary/intermediate students are bound for break soon. I can't help but wish there was more, but I know I should get my lazy arse off the danged computer and streak around the neighborhood or something crazy like that.
Doubtless I won't do it. But hey, something to chuckle about, huh?
Wish I could find a solitary activity to do, wish I could find something interesting, wish I could find something I know how to do interesting, and wish, wish, wish.
Reminds me of Into the Woods. I'll make something happen, somehow. I hope I don't really have to wish for something to happen, because...really.
People should hope and work at it, instead of wishing their dreams to come true.
End of Pointless Ranting and Thoughtful Speculating
-Ama
Bloody hell.
It seems as if life is so much easier when you're a safe kid, living under your parent's guidance and assured of all the things you know about in life. Well, sure, not all people are like that; but it sure was like that for me. I used to be the leader, the British Empire, the Persian Rule, the person who could talk about anything and everything to anyone, everyone. I could explore without anyone seeing me in the bushes, climb high up on a nail salon's roof where you're not supposed to go (the ladder was locked with metal paneling in front; too bad they didn't think anyone could climb up using the rungs on the back), or sneak out to buy McDonalds with my childhood playmate without anyone noticing.
It really sucks being old, a part of society, and responsible, you know? At least when you are small and naive, no one can rightfully or truly scorn you for your faults. They can just blame the older kids or your guardians for making a bad impression (which is sad, but true). And darn, when you start making hundreds of journals and online blogs to rant, you know just how deep in dissappointed you are with growing up.
Shucks (who says that anymore?), my imagination was better too.
So here I am: old, more artfully talented, less imaginatively capable, and unbelievably bored. In more specific terms: a brat who can't appreciate life for its wonders, no matter how much it wants to again.
I'm probably just bored and should get out more. It's summer, the highscholers are out, and the elementary/intermediate students are bound for break soon. I can't help but wish there was more, but I know I should get my lazy arse off the danged computer and streak around the neighborhood or something crazy like that.
Doubtless I won't do it. But hey, something to chuckle about, huh?
Wish I could find a solitary activity to do, wish I could find something interesting, wish I could find something I know how to do interesting, and wish, wish, wish.
Reminds me of Into the Woods. I'll make something happen, somehow. I hope I don't really have to wish for something to happen, because...really.
People should hope and work at it, instead of wishing their dreams to come true.
End of Pointless Ranting and Thoughtful Speculating
-Ama
Thursday, June 3, 2010
It's another day.
| And another time. I can't help but stress, then relax, and then settle in between chaos and calm. There's a rat, burning books, and technical trials tomorrow. Fun. End of the Really Short First Post -Ama |
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