Ronin’s Anime Chronicles (Temporary WP Blog)

WARNING: Expletive Language

Listen all you mutha fuckas (2x)

That’s the name of the game (4x)

Yo
Top of the crown
Rape the queen
The fatal mistake in your cradle
Can’t shake the dreams of
Fire inside of your phonograph
Battered with gas
And give you room to breathe
Through an adequate mask
Everybody in front
Let me see ya pumpin’ ya fists
If you up in the back room
When you rockin’ with this
Come on
Keepin’ ya speaker knockin’
Jumpin’ bangin’ bumpin’ blazin’
Hot
Callin’ all freaks (all freaks)
Callin’ all freaks now
Yo yo
Callin’ all freaks (all freaks)
Callin’ all freaks now

That’s right

Callin’ all freaks

That’s the name of the game (4x)

Freaks (2x)

That’s right

Get ‘em up in the back row (2x)
I said get ‘em up in the back row

mutha fucka

callin’ all (8x)

That’s the name of the game
Callin’ all freaks now
That’s the name of the game
Callin’ all freaks now
That’s the name of the game
Callin’ all freaks now
That’s the name of the game
Callin’ all freaks now

I choose to love you in silence..
For in silence i recieve no rejection.
I choose to love you in loneliness..
For in loneliness no one
Owns you but i.
I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield us from pain.
I choose to kiss you in the wind..
For the wind is gentler than my lips.
I choose to hold you in my dreams..
For in my dreams you have no end.

taken from xerojby

Recently, Wired published a write-up on the emergence of anime as mainstream program. Well, true, it has emerged “from the back corner of your local comic book store”, and being shown almost everyday on TV, but I have to comment on a few points mentioned.

Anime also continues to make inroads on the airwaves, both network and cable. Kids’ programs like One Piece and Shaman King are some of the most popular on Fox’s after-school toon lineup. And more grown-up fare like InuYasha fills out Cartoon Network’s highly rated, late-night Adult Swim programming block.

Grown-up? Kids’s program? I say, “There is no age group in anime.” Everyone’s entitled to watch, unless of course there are some sensitive issues you might disagree with (i.e. same-sex relationships, teacher-student relationships, fanservice).

“Things have never been better for anime fans in America,” said John Ledford, president of Houston-based ADV Films, which published 189 anime DVDs last year. “No matter what channel you look at — retail, broadcast or theatrical — more anime is available in more outlets than ever before.”

Heh. You bet!

Amid all these new releases, the industry is searching for the next Dragon Ball. The over-the-top martial arts action series exploded into a worldwide phenomenon whose television ratings made even mainstream media stand up and take notice. The series has never disappeared off the Lycos 50 list of top internet searches since the feature’s inception six years ago.

One possible successor to the throne caught the eye of Lycos 50 two weeks ago. It’s another martial-arts comedy, called Naruto, that premieres Sept. 10 on Cartoon Network’s Toonami programming block. The site noted that the popularity of the series in web searches has risen dramatically as the release date draws near.

What? How is it no different from, let’s say Dragon Ball?

Action series is more like it, like what you mentioned about Dragon Ball earlier.

“Naruto, the main character, is a ninja who is host to a powerful demon,” said Nick Civitello, a fan of the show who lives in Connecticut. “The people in his village have come to think of him as the demon that he houses. In spite of it all, Naruto wants to prove everyone wrong.

“He represents resolution and hope. Eventually, everyone starts looking to him for strength and guidance. At the time I discovered Naruto, I was deeply depressed. Watching it just made me happy.”

The show promises to attract viewers who grew up with Dragon Ball but now find its kid-oriented content a bit tiresome. “Naruto takes everything that was great about Dragon Ball and cuts out all the crap,” said Civitello.

Kid-oriented? How about mentioning a few of these “kid oriented” themes, huh?

That guy (underline mine) said it better. Being an inspiration for everybody is not kid stuff.

“There’s way too much supply and not enough demand. Publishers overshot their estimates and had way too many returns. Target just started scaling back their anime section, and I don’t blame them. They got burned,” said Tibbey.

Also, if people weren’t so biased about anime in the first place, the demand would increase, right?

Well, that’s all I have to say. I know some of the people might disagree with me, but this is what I have to say.

Lately, my studying trend seems to be wavering today, more on the down side perhaps. My focus starts to astray from my main goal, which is to be able to survive the University standards, and prevent being expelled.

I don’t understand anymore. Lately, there are only tidbits of the lessons I learned from Univiersity still retain inside my head. What is this? Is this what it means to forget? Is this what it means to become a slacker? A flunk?

No, I musn’t stray. I must put all my focus on studying, and not on other things. I must forget my other life, as a fanfiction writer, a net surfer, an anime fanatic. I must remember that I’m still a student, a university student who wishes to finish his education so that he now live at peace from all the hardwork experienced while being a learner. For now, I must abandon my other life.

And so, this change of focus continues as a struggle inside of me, between my life on the Net and my life on the Earth…

Another random non-fiction prose written by yours truly.

I’d like to start my musings with a few questions I ask today about my life. Why did I suddenly open up to the world? To the people around me? To people I am so close with? Why did I have to suddenly talk to them just like any normal person? (like I would be…) Was it something that happened around me that started some reaction, something from deep within me, that started to come out of its shell, and finally open up to the world?

I used to remember that I was once perceived as an non-existent entity, an invisible individual who is viewed as someone whose only sole purpose in life is just for existing. In a world where society tends to be more complex, in a tangled web of relations, everything that you hope to believe, that society can somehow allocate and adjust its attention towards individuals such as yourself, is almost vague and can be accounted as near improbability.

On that view, my life tends to be portrayed as such. When I was in my elementary years, people around me see me as an introvert individual. In truth, I believe that I am. I rarely converse with others on topics that are commonly talked upon in society. They can just see me sitting all alone in an isolated place in our classroom, reading a book under the shade of a tree that is starting to shed its dried leaves on the asphalt playground on which there is partly soil on which the said tree stands. I never pay much attention to what is happening around me, anyway.

From my point of view, I can see them as they engage in social interaction. I could see two people talking about their everyday experiences. On another view, one person sits on a swing while the other person, probably a companion, pushes the seat where the previous person sits, slowly pushing the said seat with greater intensity; I could see the person sitting on the swing enjoying the feeling that she is engaged in. Two people from afar, a bench with no support on their backs, playing what I could see from my perspective as a board game, particularly Chess, as I could see the pieces placed on the board transferred from one position to another, as if by command of an intangible rule that governs the said game.

As I continue to view these activities from my position, it is then that I realized that I developed an attitude, a philosophy of sorts, that would somehow become my mantra whenever something happens that could attract the attention of some people and the subject of the conversation could not possibly be me: “I don’t care.”

Not much of me has changed in High School, but then I slowly starting to realize that I began to experiment with the activities that would classify me as a normal person, an individual that could participate in everyday situations, those that would determine what kind of individual I am to society. Slowly, I feel that I’m beginning to be assimilated into everyday activities in society. I join a few of the individuals I consider my friends on eating out of the campus. I began to join their conversations which could pretty much be about what is happening within their circle. As the conversation started to go deeper and into more serious and somewhat personal conversation, I started to realize that my understanding has been behind those that my friends could comprehend themselves By then, I became detached from them, slowly, and all the while entering into a somewhat pleasurable feeling, a feeling that I had before I came into the High School institution. A feeling of solitude, a sensation of individual bliss, a touch of loneliness that is slowly eating the life of me.

From there, I can see that now I have become what I am before: Alone.

Loosely based on a true story.

Just thought I’d post my first non-fiction piece, along with the music that seems to suit the content of my essay well.

“I wish I could’ve done something good for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

It was a beautiful Friday morning. The birds are singing outside, and the sky is crystal clear. The garden is in full blossom. People around the area are happily conversing with one another. Peace and happiness reign the place.

The same, however, cannot be said of a certain quarter in a silent building. The room itself was deprived of the ornaments of a decent quarter. All that’s left of the place were four white walls, each pair facing one another. A single bed and a wooden chair were the only furniture that are located there. Sitting, and leaning on one of the walls, a seemingly melancholy person resides there

On Room 123, there resides a person, by appearance a male, with black hair and tan skin, about 5′11″ in height, well nourished, and wearing a white gown, sitting silently and leaning on the walls of the room. He seems to be thinking deeply, judging from the way he sits there, with his chin resting on his knees. He pays no attention to his surroundings, which is nothing more than empty space bounded by cemented walls painted in white.

He just sits there, peering through a single window located in the opposite wall of his quarters, watching other people enjoy their happiness to the best that they can. He sighs at the scenery, wishing he could have the same happiness as before. Until that incident which shattered his vision of happiness.

It was October 27, 1995, a rainy Thursday, where a flood once raged the district. A storm was in the area, bringing strong winds and heavy rains to the residents. People everywhere were being carried away by the flood that they have to tread carefully across to avoid being carried off.

One of the residents who lived there includes the boy, who we name as Adam, together with his family. They were among the other people, carrying a few of their belongings with them, fleeing the area. Other residents include a 12-year-old girl, who was his childhood friend. They were from the same district, which would explain their strong friendship. Little did they know that this tragedy would be the one to break their eternal relationship, and leave one of them scarred for each other’s loss.

“Why did I abandoned you? Why haven’t I saved you? Why haven’t I done anything to revert this fate that still haunts my very being?”

“There is no reason for me to go on anymore!”

Looking back to the present, it seemed from the previous incident that the prophecy came true to the surviving resident, Adam. His sorrow still grows after the death of his best friend who, unknown to us, became his girlfriend back then. He mourns over her death, thereby secluding himself from society and succumbing to his solitary presence in this very room.