Dumb Update

As you can see, I decided to make change my blog’s theme again as people were complaining about how compact and being annoyed on having to always look at the left side, I guess their necks are too stiff to look to the left. Also if you guys look at the bottom of the left side bar, you’ll notice there’s a twitter account for absolutely no reason at all. Expanding might be a valid reason, but… I’m just bored shitless right now with swamped homework to finish up.

I’ll try do a Pic of the Week and maybe that certain written review after I’m done with the current work.

I need to get this out

WordPress has been a very nice blog for me. Yet it’s features has been so many, that I cannot even stay with one thing at a time. Which is why I’ve been changing the themes a lot lately, at first, I thought the custom header showing Remy Dadarne performing a Toture Rack on Chizuru Nagahara would suit me best. But I didn’t really need it for the most part (least I could do was present my blog banner with it). Plus I already have it as the 1st “Pic of the Week” so again, it’s not really needed.

Actually one thing I’ve been getting irritated lately was questions about Wrestle Angels. I certainly do know more than I thought I would know about it and the fan artists out there, but people seem to love asking me questions about Wrestle Angels all the time. It’s sickening me… In fact it was the reason why I took breaks three before and now I’m edging out into a fourth break. If it does occur, then I’ll be hanging out here and other sites that is much more relaxing for me. Nobodies to blame, I just want to notify you guys that it’s really getting too much for me. Remember I’m human, and as a human, I like to have diverse conversations, not single & narrow minded talk about Wrestle Angels 24/7. Coming home from school and having a great time with my friends just to hear a bunch of shit about WA is damn jarring.

People who personally know me, are familiar that I don’t really share much of my personal interests, when I do hint it out, I usually twist them to confuse for no solid reason. Resulting in WTFs or begging (creepy…). Especially lull is that my interests doesn’t match with others, making faves a conflicted baffle. Hopefully this blog can actually reflect my interests so other people can understand my feelings (a bit unlikely since only 66 people bothered reading my blogs), until then, please stop bringing up Wrestle Angels topics unless I upload the daily matches.

Oh My, Oh My…

I’ve rarely been on my computer for a while, and when I do, it’s usually for my work. Even now I must work on a few projects that is pulling me back on my luxurious schedule. Still… At least I should make a video or before the week’s done. I did make the 16 singles tournament, but I had to make all the contestants at level one to make progress at a faster pace. There’s a little over 11 let’s play vids I recorded when my friends came over one day, but it turns out 6 of them turned out silent because I forgot to set the mic, not sure if I should upload the ones that are sound-able since everybody was pretty tired(heck, my voice sounds near death and really only 3 out of us 5 were really talking). On a completely different note, I decided to buy a couple items that caught my attention.

I love it when there's enough things to cover up my office desk

Well the little mushroom and the Insignia clock radio cube were the only products I bought for the past week. The other stuff I got as gifts or I won them from carnival. I was also tempted to get a figure of T-elos from Xenosaga Ep.3, but the price was slightly more hefty than my wallet. The mushroom bobble-head mesmerized me at a bookstore display, it bobbles left to right when there’s sun light shining near/over it. All for a measly $10.95 (Without tax!), oddly it costs more and looks nothing like the 10-second google search images I found. The Cubical radio I got for $40, which is a nice deal, definitely gets the job done for me, though I heard cases where the radio actually overcharges the Ipod into malfunction, so I used my broken-up Ipod I got from my friend for free (Still works surprisingly, cracked screen is a bitch to navigate through though).

So there you have it, I hope to get my schedule back to normal next week. And to reward you readers who actually bothered to read this, here’s a little test of sound cloud of the game I’m playing right now:

Skype Net, Here I Come!

So SplendidChimp suggested that I should make an account at Skype. Alas, I am as Mr. Danke! Why I would ever name myself as the great Mr Danke Schoen is beyond me.

A Half Assed Poem

Here’s a poem I had to make for Language Arts class, where I must introduce without anything too blunt.  Why I’m putting this, I don’t know. I guess I want this to last a while

Everlasting Journey

My life wouldn’t be such a mystery,
if I’d stop riddling with existence.
I was resurrected into a time where irony and hypocrisy was at their prime.
(Blending back and forth, into the the most common smoothie, gullibility)
And like the victims of a puppeteer,
we dance and snap to their tune.
Without even a rhythm or rhyme.

My being is of everything but positive,
a cackle or two, then no more.
I could’ve been the man with the plan,
yet here I am anchored down to roam the terrors of Mother Earth.
For I have experience with the upper class,
ladies and gents behaving like cocky pigs,
asking for a bullseye to hail upon their heavenly smiles.

I’v been to places where no man has gone before.
(Moving where ever the shooting star goes)
But somehow stopped and settled myself one with the ghetto.
Rusty, unrepaired, drunkards, druggies, and even rapists
makes the neighborhood almost up to par with the city that never sleeps.
Oh how I imagined to be under the clear midnight bliss and the Midnight Sun again, all I’ve got going for is the local district city lights from the mountain tops.

A sensitive kind man I am for the greater good perhaps,
forcing myself to pacify the violence in me so I may reign over my prime motives.
Struggling to strive from a passionate spirit to a tranquil standing figure,
but at the cost of wasting dreams I could’ve used for the future
and even the disability of forgetful memories, both people and events.
And the one gift I constantly asked of god to give back to me,
a stronger back to carry the heavy burdens of my delayed and dreadful path.

Gosh, WordPress makes my literature even more half-assed than before.