wildquaker

With the best of my efforts, I will attempt to flourish my thoughts into this weblog entry. Torrents of random introspects and deductions escape from my memory, enough to convince me to get myself a tickler to summarize and compile them then later to be polished. Much like how mining is done: find the ore, extract the product and pound it into shape.

In our prime, everyone undergoes metamorphism. Clealy, I would no longer have to emphasize what it is and how it is related to someone. Be it in the form of puberty or the maturity of one’s adulthood. One way or the other “metamorphosis” is the synonym from here to there. However, the definition can be inherited in a different angle. While puberty is out of anyone’s control as it is biology at work, adulthood however, is what anyone would have to go through whether they like it or not. Sounds like puberty too doesn’t it? There’s a distinction between the two. And I won’t also have to lay it out for you what it is.

Is forcing yourself to change a summit without any of the cloud's’ concealment? I would like to know myself. And if it did, will it stick with the person permanently or at least for a considerable duration? What for and how would it come about? Is there anything to let go of? Would it be worth it?

Nothing much going on nowadays, except for my constant lack of sleep and my unrelenting depression. I personally, would reject the notion of me being too proud of asking people for help as I just don’t see the reason for them to go out of their own way for me. It’s not that I don’t want their help. Believe me I do feel the warmth of them telling me that they are willing, however they can very much use that time for their own agenda.

What infuriates me nowadays are backstabbers. Them motherfuckers think that I’d be so dumb not to know what on shitcunting fuck’s going on. And I hate being mocked like an idiot. I’m no genius but I just hate being looked like an idiot. Both directly or not. And there’s more to that that adds more cloud to the shitstorm: not hearing out the other’s side. The other side I’m mentioning is my side. How on Tom Bombadil’s hairy balls did you manage to say some really hardcore stinking bullshit anyway? You take the word of a histrionic cuntbucket who has a defense mechanism of picking up her attention whoring torch then call some motherfuckers behind her against a wolf. This biiiitch! Getting a fuck load of yourselves huh? Too bad both of you aren’t mature enough to tell that shit to me directly. Don’t matter if it’s online or personally. If you’re reading this. Fuck you. Just say it.

Don’t give me a “Oh, but we’re very worried about you.” Fuck youuuu. You of all people should know that you only want to know what’s blowing smoke up on my ass. Gossipy fuckwhore. You just want to be sure of yourself that it’s not you isn’t it? Again, if everyday you’re in dire need of attention and can’t stop saying “Kyaaaa!” then yes, bitch. It is you. And as if people would really see you won’t care what haters say about you. You? An emotional trollbait won’t care? Hyporite for the nth time, assbitch. You’re just putting up a show.

And thus ends my rant. Stay tuned for more “fuck”, “ass”, “whore’, and “shit”.

I’ve been hooked reading “Menage A 3” awhile ago and lemme tell ya, it’s one funny webcomic. The art is fine, yet nowadays I tend to ignore ignoring being technical over thing. LOL. Despite that, the author has some quite a weird shit going on in his work, yet it works, though it’s not for all. It narrows down on topics of sexuality, homosexuality, geekiness, etc. What I like most about this webcomic is that the author manages to give the audience impressive content through the good execution of the characters’ facial expressions. Hmm…let me rephrase the thing I said about the art. It may be above average but could use some more dynamism. And here I am saying earlier that I ignore on the technical stuff. LOL. For me, MA3 came off as funnier than to “Oglaf”. Though, Oglaf is one of the webcomics I am into.

On everyday life, life would be more swell pulling off online pranks. I managed to make one of my friends a victim of such. Feels great to pwn people without having to piss them off to a dangerous extent. Good natured pranks are the way to go. And at some levels, good natured ones rule over the ones that’s really bothersome. You can see what I mean from this…

There’s a virus bugging people around on YM about taking some damned IQ test. Jotted down what the bot says and managed to find a victim. LOL. Not too mean, ain’t it? Yeah, I am just so shallow bragging this. But hey, not a lot of people reads this journal of mine anyway.

I haven’t been thinking of cosplays much these days, ‘cause quite frankly I don’t know if I should go through with it or not. I may be quitting after April or in the latest case, after I’m done with group cosplays with a friend who I’ve been planning with for months. It’s hard to back out on him when he’s ready. I’m still contemplating on things.

You know what gets me going? Like I wish throwing a kinetic billiard ball at a bitch’s face ala Gambit? Attention whores. Nowadays, I get them on a daily basis. I’ve many friends who’ve a bit of this. They’re tolerable. They know when to stop. But holy, some people, are 40,000 leagues away from tolerable. To perfectly describe how they are, better Google up “histrionic personality disorder”. I decided not to deal with attention whores. The best remedy you can have for those are not to have a significant interaction with them. As goes for other psychological defects, though not all. Anyway, it’s not only the attention whoring and the excessive emotional outbursts that really sucks, but also with the hypocrisy.

In the Philippine cosplay community, there are the Alodia fans, Alodia haters and the minority, the neutrals. I am neither a fan nor a hater. Don’t believe me? I personally don’t give a fuck what her achievements are, what she’s doing at the moment or what she is in the hobby. I don’t hate her. I’m the guy who enjoys watching the haters and the fans getting it on in the “go time”. Be it in the intertubes and IRL. And significantly, I could not care less of what people think of Alodia. I don’t base my judgment of people of what they like or they don’t like. For the most basic sense, I talk to them and weigh them whether or not I can get along with them. I don’t try to befriend people who I like to befriend but rather I get to know those who I get introduced to. Now you’re probably wondering where I’m going with this. There are people who put up a front with specific group of people so that they may get some crap god knows what out of them. Secondly, they have this front so that people may listen to them. Ugh! Sounds disgusting right?

Unfortuantely, one of these people happens to be my friend. It’s revolting enough to admit that this person is my friend. To make it worst, this person is the one I usually have to hang out with during cons. So imagine I’ve to put up with an attention whore, who’s also a histrionic and is a hypocrite for an average of 8 hours for every event we get to be in. I’m not a nice person to not so very nice people. The nicest thing I may do to them is not pay attention at them at all. Completely blocking them off my mind. Now, this little bitch keeps on saying “I’m not an Alodia hater, but shit…*insert what an Alodia hater would say*”. Sure it’s not convincing enough right? Try during the whole dinner when she keeps on saying some crap like that and with the loud vocie that the whole restaurant may hear. Now that, sir/ma’am is fucked up. How the fucking hell can you claim you’re being neutral when all the shit that people hear from you is hatred of that person? You would care enough what she does when it really doesn’t matter. I’m done with this person. It’s hard for her to earn my respect again. Or rather impossible for her to earn it.

And for a more good news, miracles can happen in this earth.

=)

January 2011 just ended. And to summarize things so far, everything’s fuck. Everything’s shit. The best thing that happened last month was the two parties that I went to. Both of which are for my nephew’s birthday. Other than that, everything’s fuck. Like I said from one of my Plurks, it seems like almost facet of my life’s fucked. It’s only a matter of time till I feel numb. If only I can curse my way out of this, I would’ve done so already. But hey, the world’s a fair place for everyone. It doesn’t work that way. Guess, I’ve to cut down all the thorny shrubs along the way. It may not be easy, but it’s the best way for me to be happier.

Right now I want to rid myself of anything that makes me feel sick inside. I rely on my usual remedy to forget things: anime and manga. Just managed to catch up on Sekirei and the story’s doing okay. Uzume got her fine ass killed and Minato having that strong innate Sekirei affinity, cried his ass holding Uzume’s gorgeous dead body while the MBI makes their way to collect her. Quite truthfully, I would’ve wanted to see Uzume made it into the end. But maybe it’s just me. Maybe me and Minato are both pussies. The part where Kazehana said they wanted Uzume to come home with Chiho to Izumi Inn crushed me significantly. But then, all that turned to pxie dust as this little bitch of a sekirei threw a blade straight to Uzume’s back. The girl took the blade so that Minato’s skinny ass doesn’t have to. So yeah…I’m sad. Don’t you dare think that when I said that everything’s fucked, all because it’s from a manga. I’m talking about real life shit here people.

I didn’t bother continuing with Pandora Hearts ‘cause the manga’s a vomit. The art’s good and character' designs have its flavor, but the storyline’s somewhere between my scrotum and my asshole. I eventually tapped out and moved on to reading Level E. Reading it right now. I’ll get some negative vibes off.

I don’t know about you guys, but I really hate fans blurbing on and on and on of their fandom to everyone. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a fan of many things, yet I don’t deliberately blast away with this shit till everyone gets tired of me. I’m not only looking at this as a stranger’s point of view. I also have friends who have a big adoration of yaoi or anything that can be defined as BL material. Some of them are subtle about it, letting only their friends know that they’re into it. What I hate are the “OMFG! That’s so hot!” or “I ship those two…and oh, I also ship these two.” Motherfucker. How fucking immature, man. I’ve nothing against yaoi or fujoshis, but please don’t push it. Generally, I hate unnecessarily noisy people. I’m a noisy person myself, but at least it comes with humor. There are really some people that are megaphones 24/7. Your plain attention whore, if you will. BITCH! KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN ‘CAUSE THE WORLD AIN’T FUCKING LISTENING!

Jesus Christ. The slightest hint of interaction between two males now falls as BL. It’s okay to think it, but it’s not cool to say it out loud. I move to bring the phrase “like a bitch” as an opposing phrase to that of “like a boss”. FYI, motherfucker. The world does not revolve around your fandom. And the world won’t like to. You’d do everyone a real favor if you’d clam that motherfucking bitch mouth of yours with a block of Gundanium alloy and go the fuck home with that still on. Maybe it’s just me, but god damn I can’t stand these people who don’t get tired of talking about the shit that they like. Truth be told, people who like to talk things that they like to people who only know little of it, intersects with people who love to talk about themselves.

And so, ends my rant. I know at least a dozen people who I don’t know who’re like this. I care so little of what they do, but this one bitch really ticks me off. Okay. Buh bye.

For once, I've done some stuff that doesn't involve pestering someone on Facebook. Yet it's still something about photoshopping. I've a habit of post processing someone else's photo mainly for the reason I can't stand my own face. Yet, I braved myself by opening up some old cosplay photos, 'cause after all I'm trying to learn Chai's style of post processing with giving photos a more vintage look. Glad that I got some photos on natural lighting to which this post processing method evidently effective. Here's what I came up with.







If you noticed, I like to make my skin tone a bit lighter, 'cause I'm insecure of my own dark complexion. LOL. And don't mind the fugly watermarks. These won't show up anywhere else (unless I change my mind). I'm really shy to ask others what they think of those, even though I'm happy with the look. But I'm open for improvement. Yet, if I do still get positive feedback I won't take the credit for it since, it isn't my style of post processing. What I looked for are the bits that I got that I can incorporate to my style.

Lemme copy pasta the instructions to see what album cover you'll get from this meme.

1 - Go to wikipedia and hit random. The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”. Third picture no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use photoshop or similar (picnik.com is a free online photo editor) to put it all together.

5 - Post it with this text in the "caption" and TAG the friends you want to join in.

Since I'm a sucker for photoshopping memes as apparent from my previous entry, I am more than glad to get me to do this meme and show 'em to people. Facebook nowadays starting to be a bit of everything. A bit of Tumblr, a bit of 4chan, a bit of Twitter, etc.



Album name and band name doesn't settle well as the perfect expression for the background photo.

They say being idle and unproductive is a Pandora's Box. Somewhat true. Usually I'd game myself away till I find/remember something to do which will benefit the world (or not). Alternatively, I'd crank up photoshop then start post processing some old photos. You'd know I'm really bored if I went as far as to post process a low res photo, which really isn't my protocol. LOL.

Well, some days ago I was tagged on Facebook with a photo of a zombie survival sheet and I finished mine yesterday (inspired by boredom). Guess some of you have seen one of these. It's a photo with some blank boxes on them asking a person to fill in the items accordingly. Don't really want to expound what it is, you'll just have to look at the photo of what I had.



That took me a lot of Googling around. Quite frankly, I'm sort of happy of what I had. Do note that my equipment from the photo is under consideration of what if there WAS a zombie holocaust. The rest of the sheet is the real me: a shameless random whore. LOL.

So first of lemme start this with a...



Yeah, fuck you so much.

Above middle finger goes out to a friend who's been giving me a cold shoulder. Funny that I show a lot of support to this friend and I get horse shit in return. I don't know how long her ignoring of me would continue but I'm pretty sure mine's going to last permanently. To think we have plans together and now, everything's gonna have to be turned down. Without my warning. I'm cold like that.

This won't be the first time I'll be cutting off some ties. What I hate the most is how selectively friendly she is with people. This is where my explanation of the Tagalog term "kapit sa malakas" means. "Kapit sa malakas" means to exert an effort to be granted the path to hanging out with the cool kids. I don't need to explain the "cool kids" part right? Said term is synonymous to social climbing and roughly defined as "brown nosing".

If she ever does decide to look my way, it's too late. I ain't there, bitch. Yeah, we may see each other, but don't expect for me to talk to you.