Back when I was a kid, our family name used to be referred to as a like a bazooka a.k.a "kanyon." This word used to be a joke until it sort of made a trademark. So, for a family logo, I made this. As you can see, the family logo is a silhouette of a man with a mortar - because we are known by that name. And the color's sort of light blue and green because it's a personal choice, they are my favorite colors.
First of all, i thought of this music video of as "hehe, it's spanish." And then I realized, i didn't understand anything except for "corazon." Since the music video is entitled as Chocolate, first thing that came to my mind was:
Charlie and the chocolate factory (this includes the parody movie Epic Movie);
Charlie and the chocolate factory is about a poor boy named Charlie. His father works in a toothpaste factory. At the same phase of the toothpaste factory, there lies Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. The factory was abandoned - firing all of the employees - because of the owner's personal preferences. Charlie's grandfather worked directly at the chocolate factory and he was one of the fired employees. One day, Willy announced to the public that he distributed 5 golden tickets to random chocolates that were produced in his company. Those who will luckily find the golden tickets can have an access to Willy's factory. Also, a grand prize awaits for the lucky person. And so, four golden tickets have been found. The four golden ticket holders were gluttonous, spoiled and impolite, competitive and boastful, and an aggressive know-it-all children. Then the fifth ticket was found in Russia, belonging to a rich kid. Charlie who has lost all hope bought a chocolate to compensate his negative emotions. While eating the chocolate, the media announced that the fifth ticket was a bluff. Charlie then found the golden ticket inside the chocolate he was holding.
During the tour, the children thought of Willy Wonka as a weird person. Then they found out that the factory was operated by mini persons called Oompa-Loompas. The children were so excited inside the factory that they found themselves in trouble. The gluttonous kid fell into the river of chocolates. The spoiled and impolite kid was thrown away by trained squirrels. The competitive and boastful kid inflated and her skin turned blue when she ate the experimental chewing gum. The aggressive know-it-all child shrunk down. Charlie then was the only one who was left. He won the grand prize - being the next heir to the factory. Willy Wonka then awarded the prize to Charlie but with one condition - he cannot bring his family to the factory. Charlie refused the offer then left the factory.
Charlie then came to knew the past of Willy Wonka. Willy was a son of a dentist thus forbids him to eat candy. He then left home. After a few years, returning with success, he found his home completely abandoned - his family left him. This explains why Willy Wonka was weird and in solitude. Charlie then convinced Willy to find his father. Then they found him. Willy's father was in track of his life. Then they reunited. Willy then allowed Charlie's family to move with him in the factory.
"This one has a different story."
second, nutella;
"Nutella is like food from heaven above."
then the local sweets I used to eat when I was a kid.
"This one is called Pastillas. A local sweet made from carabao milk. But back in our home place, this one is called Adong."
Given this piece of art, the first thing that came to my mind was the movie: Journey to the Center of the Earth. Although it also reminds of the anime One Piece, I am more knowledgeable in the movie I chose rather than the anime, so I picked the movie instead.
Journey to the center of the earth is about a young boy - son of a volcanologist - who found himself in the center of the earth - of course, as the title states it. The other protagonist - I forgot his name - is also a volcanologist, the uncle of the boy. When the boy was dropped off his uncle's place, her mom gave him a box full of his father's stuffs. The uncle then found a book that belonged to his brother. His brother was missing for ten years. After they found the book, the journey to the center of the earth - a novel with some notes made by his brother - they packed their bags and left. They followed the notes inside the book. They found themselves in a volcano crater. There, they found gems and diamonds, and encountered a lot of creatures - including extinct dinosaurs. They have discovered that within the center of the earth, another earth existed. More like an earthception - earth within the earth. Then they found the volcanologists' body. He was dead because of suffocation. They found another note that they must leave the place within a few hours because if they won't they will die too. To make the story short, they created a mini boat and used the volcanoes pressure - combining very cold water to boiling lava - to escape the volcano. When they managed to escape, they destroyed a farm. They gave the farm owner a diamond to compensate the destruction they have made. And so, they became rich. At the movie epilogue, the boy found another book about the lost city Atlantis.
At first I thought that this movie was for kids. But when you try to unveil roots of the film, you will discover something else. I thought the the book was just a made up for the movie, but it seems to be, the movie was based from the book. Because of the experience the movie gave me - I watched it in 3D - I became interested in 3D movies. The movie was shot for 3D so the visuals was admirable. I am looking forward for the sequel - Journey to the Mysterious Island. I will watch it also in 3D.
Have you ever been
so in love that it left you bleeding on the floor? Well, I have been. Am I
bitter? Absolutely. I am hurt. Of course, who wouldn't get hurt after a
rejection. Who wouldn't want to push a person in a railroad when someone
rejected you? Whenever I see a couple walking around holding hands and doing
that PDA thing, I just have this urge to stab them to death. Yes, for sometimes
I am a psychopath. Whenever I hear a love song, it's as if my ears want to
explode and all I could emit are negative vibes. But I am not here to discuss
about bitterness that love brought me.
Recently, being
"friend zone" has been a trend. But tracing back to it's roots,
friend zone originated from the sitcom friends aired in 1994. Friend zone is a
pop culture that has a one sided love. The person is in love with the other,
while the other person does not love that person back. It's pretty entertaining
when it becomes a meme but it's pitiful once it is applied in someone's life -
like mine. Here is a sample of how being friend zoned works:
"I don't know
how to put it."
For me, I believe
that other girls friend zone guys because they still has benefits with them.
But for some, they friend zone them because it is the only kind of love they
can give - love for friends. But be grateful if you were friend zoned. Because
they still want to have a relationship with you - that is only friends. Some
has been zoned in a different dimension.
The most common
"other zone" is brother zone:
Cousin zone:
Mom zone (for
girls):
Momo Zone?!?!?!
"I can't even..
-__- "
Other Zone:
"That does it,
I'm leaving."
Others say that if
you were put in the friend zone, you can never get out. We'll I guess if we
have the courage to break through that zone, we can break free. Or, we just
have to move on and be contented. Remember that nobody dies a virgin because
life fucks us all. These things are only part of what we encounter half way
through comfort. We will meet a lot of persons, experience all kinds of things
and be happy with our lives. We are still young so we should not give up. But
just in case we got friend zone again, we should do this:
Warning. This video was used for creating this post.
"A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something." - Frank Capra
Back when we were in the stage of discovery -kiddos, we were so creative. We used to think that the patterns on tile floors meant something, and that no one should step on the floor for there is lava. We used to play house and pretended we had jobs, play tea, cook pretend food, and believed in fairy tales. We were inventors - like when we have nothing to play with, we create something from nothing. What happened to our scumbag brain? What happened to creativity?
"creativity, i will miss you"
I believe creativity has been dead since the boom of technology. Why would I say that? As a 90's kid, things were different back then. Yes, we were the bunch who witnessed the rise of technology. What we consider "creative" nowadays, are actually innovations or manipulations of previous works. Everything we see around is a ripoff or sometimes a replica of an original work. Take this for example:
"hehehe"
Others force themselves to be creative. Well in fact, they really are not creative, but rather, stupid.
Others uses creativity for eeevvillll~
"In case you wonder, business men are eeviiil people. It's like satan in disguise. They manipulate the human brain to buy something they do not need. They mainly do it for money. Like in franchising. Even though they knew that they are not creating something new, they just keep on prolonging famous trademarks for moolah."
People's intelligence are degrading. Like in the movie "Idiocracy," they stated that people's intelligence will degrade as time passes by. Here are some proofs that the movie was right. Oh, by the way, the movie was created on year 2005.
"For real, dafuq happened to music?"
For sometimes, I have no motivation to keep on moving forward. Why do commoners consider anything shown to them by media as a brilliant thing? Don't they ever think? It's as if I'm having an emotional breakdown every time I think of this matter. And it's killing me little by little. Even though I find something to be happy about, I can't escape from the fact that I am surrounded by idiots.
We were given this piece of art as an inspiration to tickle our minds.
When I first saw this video, I reacted, "hey! It's Japanese!" But at the back of my head, there is this little voice saying something - language barrier. Even though they were good - in terms of music quality - there was this little flaw. Like in photography, no matter how enthusiastic you are, if you don't understand composition, you won't know whether the shot is good or bad.
Tracing back to the ancient times, the world once had a universal language. This story is about the Tower of Babylon. People were so curious, they created a tower to reach the heavens, to reach God. As God would not allow such irrational act, he decided to create different languages so that the people way back then would not understand each other, which leads to the annihilation of the Tower of Babylon. Why did God do that? I do not really question God's actions but this one is a major thing that broke the harmony of humanity. Language settled humans into a long era of war - war between nations. Language variations comes in a lot of packages which has a mini box of culture. Misinterpretations of cultures leads to racism. And racism lits a huge uproar. If we only had one language, maybe we only had one culture. There would be no war. All nations understand each other.
To sum up, it's as if we can do something about this, except learn the self-proclaimed universal language, that is English. And here is my message to all non-speaking creatures:
I have no idea what this image is about. If I would observe this and translate it literally, it's a hand oozing with white blood that scares the hell out of me. What does this even mean? It's a hand, reaching out or lending a hand.
Through research, I chopped up the elements that makes up this image: white, blood, and hand. Each element or symbol has a literary meaning. In literature, white color means innocence,
life, light, purity, or enlightenment. Blood means it represents life itself. While hand means strength
or weakness. If we would put it together, for me, it means that, "you will have strength when you let the light enter your life." Is that even correct? But it's sort of true, for me. Because you will see that the hand is black in color and I think it needs help of some sort. I think it needs enlightenment. So that's it.
I conclude that this images' meaning is "God is our strength."
I remembered when I thought my life has no meaning. I was weak. I didn't know where I should go nor I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I had no direction in life. I would just woke up, enter school and go with the flow. I was not happy. I was in solitude. Then I met this person. I knew her for four years but we weren't close, we were just acquainted. We attended the same retreat. We shared and discovered something for ourselves. With her help, I found the light that I was searching for. At first I did not believe in such until enlightenment happened in my life. I feel like I was reborn, found a purpose in life. I can continue walking again, with a smile in my face.
"These were my retreat buddies. I hope they're doing fine."
This is gonna take
long so bring a pop corn. Me, I brought my sushi.
"just look how
effing happy that sushi is"
How do we personally
define passion? For me, it is something we love to the extremes. Well, I don't
really have a strong desire for something. I'm a neutral person. Always in
between. I love everything I see. Let me elaborate some.
LOVE FOR THE ART WHOSE MEDIUM IS SOUND AND SILENCE
They say,
"music is the medicine of the mind". Darn right they are. I can't
live without music. From taking a bath or before going to sleep, I listen to
music. Music lets me help to set my mood. It inspires me to keep on moving.
More or like, music motivates me. Sometimes, music is my escape goat from reality.
I do not listen to
mainstream music or a specific kind of genre. I almost listen to all genres. I
once stumbled upon this post on 9gag.com. They classified types of listeners from
level 1-6. Level 1 is labelled "normal pleb" which listens to pop,
country, jazz, rnb, rock, and rap genres. Level 2 as an "outsider" that listens
to alternative, new school EDM, indie rock, metal, classic rock, post-hardcore,
and dubstep genres. Level 3 as "weird" that listens to post-punk, screamo,
extreme metal, post-rock, folk, and prog genres. Okay, let's just stop there.
According to my own evaluation, I am on level 3 already. Most of the artist I
listen to is not known by commoners. Only few recognize them. Here are some of
the artists I listen to (if you are also a music enthusiast, I prefer you
listen to these artists):
Post-hardcore: Sleeping with sirens;
RnB: Chris Rene;
Pop: Sara Bareilles;
Indie Rock: Eric Hutchinson;
Folk: Marit Larsen;
Punk: We
the Kings.
Well I've tried my best to select the artist that will fit for
mainstream listeners. Oh, and by the way, I also listen to movie scores,
soundtracks, Jpop, Jrock, Indian, Kpop, and other weird shits.
LOVE FOR FURRY CREATURES
Well, as stated in my profile, I like dogs. That potato is another story. I
grew in a family of animal-lovers. Oh wait, let me rephrase that, I fucking
LOVE dogs, because liking is different from loving, you know, the intensity is
different. I also can't live without dogs. I came to this point that whenever I
see a film with dogs in it (especially if dogs die in movies, god I hate em) I
cry.
"Effing ninjas
slicing onions in front of me."
Let me introduce my
two babies:
This one is Cholo.
He is a medium-sized dog. He is a quarter of
Siberian huskie. He is two years of age. He loves to run around and play ball. He dislikes poultry processed dog foods, he likes the canned one. His favorite snack is nissin's eggnog. He knows simple tricks like sit, don't
eat, and when I talk to him, he answers back by whining or barking. He is my very first dog. He was given to me by my best friend. I really love him because whenever I need him, he's always around. One time, while I was sleeping, I woke up and found him sleeping beside my bed, then I go back to sleep. After several hours, he was still there, not leaving my side. Even though he's a family dog, he knew who is his original master. So beware, he's not that friendly.
On the other had,
this one is Pork.
She is a 6-month old beagle. She eats anything but she's allergic to poultry processed dog foods. So she eat the canned ones also. She loves cookies and dog treats. She loves running around especially when bed time. She pushes me to my limit. She also loves tug of war. She picks up and destroys everything she finds around the house. She's very energetic and I love her
a lot for that (of course Cholo is also energetic, but of course, when you have
two dogs, one dog will become 'mature' for the other dog. A little doggy dog
thing that I kind of understand because yes, I am also a dog). But recently,
she became sickly. Suffering from I don't know, maybe amoebiasis. She poops
blood and vomits. She became so thin, I was crying when I brought her to the
vet. Good thing she is okay now.
These are the things
we should not forget when having a dog:
10 Commandments for Dogs
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years, any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that before you buy me.
2. Give me time to understand what you want from me, don't be impatient, short-tempered, or irritable.
3. Place your trust in me and I will always trust you back. Respect is earned not given as an inalieable right.
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment, I am not capable of understanding why? I only know I have been rejected, you have your work entertainment and friends I only have you.
5. Talk to me sometimes, even if I don't understand your words I understand your voice and your tone, "you only have to look at my tail".
6. Be aware that however you treat me I'll never forget it, and if it's cruel it may affect me forever.
7. Please don't hit me I can't hit back, but I can bite and scratch and I really don't ever want to do that.
8. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right foods or I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak, I may be just dog tired.
9. Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old and may also need love, care, comfort, and attention. 10. Go with me on difficult journeys, never say, "I can't bear to watch" or "Let it happen in my absence". Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, irrespective of what you do I will always love you.
-- Stan Rawlinson, www.doglistener.co.uk
Dogs truly are man's
best friend. They always put a smile on their faces while staring at your weird
face.
LOVE FOR AESTHETICS, THE PHILOSOPHY OF ART
Name them: ceramics, drawing, painting, sculpture, printmaking, design, crafts, modern visual arts (photography, video, and film making), architecture, industrial design, graphic design, fashion design, interior design and decorative art. Who
wouldn't love these kinds of things? This brings color and meaning to our world (I feel sorry for
those who are color blind). I can't find the words to express my love for
visual arts. As Giacomo Puccini said
"Art is a kind of illness." , I can't argue with that. All I can say is, I love visual arts, that's
why I'm here, taking this course.
I'm not really good at drawing, concepts and layout. I just have the proper motivation and self esteem. But I work my arse off to improve myself. I don't have a consistent style. I'm kind of flexible. My style will depend upon what the art would be about.
"Take note, I did not drew that, my friend did, my part was the coloring thing."
"This one is my work. See? I love cute stuffs. I'm not into that kind of hardcore drawings. This one is in the style of Pendelton Ward's Adventure Time!"
"I also like chibis and fan arts"
Although coloring is my strength, I do not admit that I am good, because I know there is someone a lot better than me. I am still in the process of learning.
LOVE FOR THE ART OF PREPARING AND COOKING FOODS
"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach", they said. I had been practicing through these years. And finally, I have need not to worry on marriage life. I'm just kidding. I am not preparing for anything. I just love cooking. You see, there is also art in cooking, the way you compliment the food colors, the arrangement, the proper garnishing ingredient, etc.
"Tamago Sushi is so easy to make. That green thing is called a wasabi. I use shouyu for dipping."
"This is a basic california maki. This contains mango, cucumber and artificial crab sticks."
Appetizers and main dishes are my favorite cuisines. I love cooking so therefore, I love eating.
LOVE FOR
OMNOMNOMING
Seems like my love for cooking is connected to my love for eating. I usually spend my time eating. Not that kind of eating everything and getting fat. I am health conscious. I eat because I want to taste different kinds of food. I love learning other people's culture through food. Although I love eating, nature is so kind to me, I am allergic to sea foods and I don't eat pork because of religious perspective.
LOVE FOR PERFORMING ARTS
When we say performing arts, why does one only think about stage plays? How shallow can they be? This is a common misconception. When we say performing arts, it includes dance, music, opera, theatre, magic, spoken word, circus arts, and musical theatre. The artist who joins performing arts are called performers.
During high school, I joined a workshop called BITAW - Basic Integrated Theatre Atrs Workshop. This triggered my interest in stage and musical play, dancing, theatre, and acting. The workshop lasted for three days. There, we learned about stage directing, ballroom dancing, bonds and friendship, discipline, etc. After the workshop, I learned how to dance freestyle - hip hop dancing. The pop and locking one, not the break dancing stuff, but I know only one break dance, the baby freeze.
"Yes that's me preparing for the baby freeze. I wasn't even ready yet. I hate stolen shots."
I stopped dancing at year 2008. That's the time I became sickly. I guess we all need exercise. I still know few tricks like moon walk, charlie walk, downrock, toprock, some footwork, some drops, and floor rocks - side glide. I still need practice to do that.
Back when I was a kindergarten, the first musical instrument I learned was the piano. I didn't enrolled in any tutorial class. I listened and hit the right notes or what we locally say "kapa." When I reached elementary, I joined the drum and bugle corps of our school (it's because I love performing arts). There, I learned to play the melodeon and the lyre. We joined inter-school competitions and performed in front of live audiences. I had been doing these for four consecutive years. Then graduation came. When I entered high school, I shifted to a more freestyle kind of performance. Here, I learned how to play the guitar and the drums. I joined bands, competitions, and performed for a live audience using this new-learned percussion instrument. After that, learning another instrument was easy. I also get to play the harmonica. It only takes time, practice, and effort.
"as the norm said, no pic no proof"
"Here is a bonus video of our performance, we are called the 'on the spot band'. We performed a song by Beat Crusaders entitled Hit In The USA during the Impersonata 2011 - a cosplay competition organized by the Bicol University, College of Science. I am deeply sorry for the crappy quality and the low performance because as what our band name is, we didn't practice, that's why we're called on the spot band."
To this day, I still bring a piece of something I had learned from past experiences. I really don't believe in talent (except for singing). For me, one can learn a skill by perseverance and hard work.
LOVE FOR LITERARY WORKS
I used to love reading R.L. Stine's Goosebumps. Why 'used to'? Uh, it's because it's for kids. People's preference change. Give me a break. But I still love reading, especially mangas and internet craps. My love for literary works is somehow connected to my love for music and performing arts. You see, when I was a kid, I used to make comics without a plot. I just draw what I can think about then add some captions or dialogues. Yes, I suck before. But with what I call guts, I had leveled up. Before, I hadn't had any sense of humor nor a plan. Now, I still don't have. Meh. I'm just messing around. When I want to write a story, I first write the summary, then proceed with the preface, some boring parts, the climax, then the epilouge. See? I'm much better now. Oh, and I also write lyrical poems, but I don't really sing. When god gave the talent for singing, I was asleep.
LOVE FOR TECHNOLOGY
In general, when we say technology, we refer to the physical aspect of technology. What I'm trying to imply is, I love the innovation of things from the past decades. As a person who has a degree in Computer Science, we tend to love technology. Our career's description is "problem solving." We love to innovate and provide solutions for everyday use.
Admit it, we can't live without technology nowadays. We consider our smart phones as a part of our body. For me, I believe it is a distraction. Yes, it brings us closer together but people abuse it.
I also love playing video games - play station franchise, windows, and mobile platforms. But I am not that addicted to video games - others consider it as a vice. Technology is good, but when you abuse it, watch out for its comeback.
IMPARTING SKILLS, KNOWLEDGE OR COMPREHENSION TO OTHERS
I don't really know but I think this runs in our blood: teaching. My grandmother was a principal, has a doctorate degree in philosophy. My mom is a nurse and she has a part-time job - a clinical instructor - that needs the skills of a master of arts in nursing. My cousin is parting in environmental issues and sometimes a guest speaker for basic accounting which is held in rural areas that needs education. And me, I have been teaching adobe and macromedia flash for the past 2 years. I feel happy when someone learns something from me.
"That's me telling lies to students. lol"
KITEL AS A PHILANTHROPIST
At first, I didn't care for humans at all, I only care for dogs. Until year 2010 came. I had a slot for the Divine Word College of Legazpi's Student Council - College Student Executive Board. We rendered services to the needy. I found another reason to be thankful and to be contented with life. There was this one time when we had a retreat. We were asked to position ourselves in a portion of our retreat called 'where are you now?' The stage on 'you are contented with your life and you accept death anytime' caught my eye. Then, I was the only one who was standing in that stage. I found pity on my batch mates. I can't seem to find why they are unhappy with their lives. Well, I don't really care about on what they think, I only care about on sharing my blessings to the deserving ones.
"This was taken when we - the student council - conducted an outreach program for the SPED class."
"Our dear adviser - may she rest in peace (The one in the middle). From left to right, The President, External Vice-President, Our Adviser, Me - Secretary, and Public Information Officer. "
"Me and my Co-officers joined an international convention for youth and humanitarian advocacy which was held in Pasay City, NCR."
"The persons we met during the convention - some La Sallean friends and some senators."
FETISH FOR RANDOM STUFFS
My very first collection were caps. But, when someone borrowed my caps, the fairy took it and it was never found again. So, I shifted to collecting rubber shoes.
"This is only part of my shoe collection."
This fetish grew and grew. I had this obsession with anime, so I started collecting stuffs from my favorite animes.
"Some action figures"
"Some key chains and lanyards"
"Some pins"
"And some more action figures."
Oh, and I can't really call this a collection but I have some musical instruments, so I think it still qualifies as one.
HUNGER FOR KNOWLEDGE
I just love internet
craps. Period. During free time, I read anything I find in the internet. Or, without internet, I pick up a book and just, you know, read.
