I am that bored believe it or not. I skimmed through my previous post and realised I was mad. But funny at the same time. I am humorously insane!!!
Anyways, I have a wishlist for this year. World peace, Michael Jackson stays dead and a new Nikkor 85mm f/1.8D for various reasons. I want cooler portraits. So without much ado, pictures of some of the people I know :D
Wrath of Kratos is upon us. Its so close, Kratos' very vengeance is piercing through every Olympian. As Olympus quakes beneath the Titans, where will Zeus hide? The Titans are approaching Olympus and Zeus has his lightning bolts between his legs, probably cowering behind Athena. Who knows...
It has been more than 3 years since I last WAS Kratos. And now, the dawn is drawing near. The spartan warrior that killed Ares and took his throne is back. BACK... like how sexy is back. Oh.. how I yearned to once again wield his blades, rip the eyes out of a cyclop's head, slash every puny weakling that comes my way and then laugh in the face of whoever once the smoke has cleared up.
I have to admit there is an air of dread with the unveiling of the new GOW game. Like any other franchised game, this has been hyped. This is why for the past year or so I have had to shield myself with whatever promotional effort that was done. I refuse to indulge myself.
Why?
Because, like any other sequels, the latest installments tend to underachieve.
But I have high hopes for this one. Much like the one with Assassin's Creed 2. That was worth it. Renaissance Italy has never looked more beautiful. The intricate details were so well rendered, it was impossible to let go of the game. Every leap, every climb, every kill was a breath-taking as the scenery itself.
I cannot, I just cannot wait any longer.
Oh, I hope this game is all it has been hyped up to be. I cannot wait for the 16th of March.
That's just two days away. TWO long days.
Cilakak eh...
I'm confused. I can't for the life of me understand why. I'm getting a headache from being confused.
Now I'm angry. Because I'm confused and can't figure out why. Plus, I'm hungry. Now my head and stomach are both aching. Its not a good. It's not good at all.
I'm craving for something. But I know I can't have it at this hour. Who'd be crazy to open at this time of night? Food is a necessity. Where there's a necessity, there's always an opportunity. People have needs. Businesses were built open needs.
Now I'm sleepy. Which is insane because the moment that feeling comes, I'm awake again because I'm still confused about something that I'm not sure about.
Should've put my phone on vibrate.
Life.
Life is simple.
Life is predictably random.
And that's life.
If you asked me, Sir Isaac Newton may have stumbled something more other than just the first law of motion when he wrote 'every action has an equal and opposite reaction'. I never got that whole story. What really happened to that apple? Did he threw it away in anger? Did the impact of that fruit with his skull left some sort of cranial damage that could have led to some distortion of brainwaves that led to that epiphany?
Anyhow...
If you asked any Hindu, karma is basically that, what comes around goes around. Whether or not Newton stole it from India or he threw the apple and it inadvertently hit a hindu in the head or Hinduism is actually Newtonian or vice versa, life is simply a circle (of life). Yes, very Lion King of me I know.
As I lose you in my current stream of thoughts, let me explain to you that I'm not considering Scientology as my faith. There's a point to this gibberish. Something made me think of what happened five years ago. I kinda got into a fight with someone over a clown fish and up to now I have no clue as to why. I still wonder about it. About how it all could be different but its been five years and I really want to leave it at what it was. Maybe I'm vindictive. I may hate people for some reason or no reason at all. But if you were me, you would wonder why a clown fish could lead to the end of a friendship. It bugs me. It bugs me. It bugs me.
IT BUGS ME!!!
I know. Its been five long years. But who's counting right?
Fucking Nemo.
