I’ve always loved comics.
Batman, Cap, The X-men, Deadpool (even before he blew up as a character), Nick Fury, Cannonball and Green Lantern.
I never really got to collect comics before. I’d always only been able to collect TPBs and never really found the time or money to collect singles.
Now, I’m feeding an addiction that I doubt will stop any time soon.
Agents of Atlas
Detective Comics
Deadpool Team-ups
Secret Six
Secret Warriors
Action comics
Deadpool
Red Robin
Hindsight is 20/20 I guess.
I’ve heard people talk about how they would have never put the 411 in power had they known what she was going to get the country into. I wasn’t at all surprised, I didn’t join this event. Admittedly, a lot of people got mad at me, my father included. He was talking about “being part of something worth joining”, but I never saw the merits of the situation.
I always maintained that there wasn’t going to be any REAL change coming from this revolution. If anything, we were just changing a dumb head of a monster for a smarter one. At the time I knew that a major overhaul in the government was needed, not just some symbolic changing of figureheads to appease the masses.
Sure, the “revolution” gave the Filipino people a glimmer of hope for the future but as we Pinoys do so many times, we got caught up in the moment and never really put in the WORK to make something of the inertia.
I think this illustrates a few major points against Filipinos as a whole(I’m not excluding myself). We get taken in by the novelty of anything a lot of people are doing a little TOO much, we never stop to look at the bigger picture, we never put in the work to make use of what we are given and we never stop to think about the consequences.
Again, hindsight is 20/20
Not something I plan to do every year but I may get around to it.
As the year and decade begin to wind down I’ll start talking about some of the biggest things I’ve had to chew about for the past decade.
It’s been a pretty wild ride and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a lot of shit to say.
How much did I enjoy this issue, too much.
Guy becoming a Red Lantern with him making short work of ANYTHING in his path, Soranik’s love saving Kyle and his ring coming back. GREAT moments.
After the boredom of the whole Daxam arc, I’m falling in love with GLC again.
I guess the relationships that I see holding the corps together are once again being placed at the fore of the comic and that’s what’s making me so happy.
No comic run tonight, but foodie and PSP night will ensue.
My friends want to get me to HR6 or 7 ASAP.
A night of gaming, eats and talk.
What more do I need?
Seriously, I love the fact that I get to play games on the go now.
It’s great that I enjoy a game that lets me play with friends. Friends who have WAY better stuff and WAY more experience.
Monster Hunter is a CHALLENGE, you can’t really trick out on level ups because there aren’t really any levels.
No matter what your equipment is you can still get owned if you’re not careful.
Some monsters actually have instant kill moves, no matter what your armor is.
The idea is to really get good.
Okay, if everything goes according to plan then I’ll be getting to do the following soon.
- Learning to drive
- Getting my degree
- Getting major ups in photography internationally
- Having a website
BUT
I need to get up and do it.
- I’m going to a driving school when we get back from Baguio – no more fear, please
- My grandmother offered to pay for my college so now I’m looking for a university and course
- I’m going on a diet and getting a lot of exercise
- I need to keep praying, keep me sane
I don’t know when I stopped looking for someone to grow old with.
It could have been after the last time I got burned by a member of the fairer sex. It could have been when I looked at the mirror and realized I couldn’t really get any worse because I hit rock bottom. It could have been when I woke up one day and realized that love stories aren’t for sociopaths and bi-polar jack-asses. It could have been when I realized that I wasn’t really long for this world and I didn’t want to end up hurting somebody by leaving them. Honestly, a “Walk to remember” type of romance isn’t all that nice in the real world.
When I attended a wedding and reception yesterday I felt an emptiness inside again. I don’t know whether it was the grating conversation that was happening on my table or the realization that I’d been alone for more than 5 years.
Alone for me is funny. I’m most alone when people are around me and I feel warmth with no one around. I’m not saying that I’m unique in this aspect but I feel that it explains my predicament in such a simple nutshell.
I know, deep inside, that I’m damaged goods.
I need someone to be with that I can truly BE WITH. Someone who can see past my bullshit and baggage but still stick by me. Someone who makes me want to be my best. Someone who doesn’t complete me but makes me want to complete myself.
I know I’m asking for a LOT but maybe, just maybe, I could catch a break again?
An exercise gone weird