Me, again

  Finally had the chance to watch The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) now that a fairly good copy has been uploaded on Torrent and sent via email to me by my brother Aly several weeks ago today. Well, now I know why I wasn't too hot to watch this movie on the big screen or even the least bit eager to watch it on my computer despite the raves on social media. It's underwhelming to say the least but my biggest peeve is that it was exactly what I thought it would be...a giant marketing ploy for the Nintendo game title (of the same name). If you want to see these familiar cute characters come to life, just play with the game on your Nintendo device is what I would suggest. There really is no need for an overrated high-budgeted movie to convince you that there is nothing but a flimsy plot to this whole caper. If they say the nature of writing on the web is basically either to rant or to rave, allow me to rant some more. I never felt so disappointed with some 3D animation that I wa

  For some reason, I a d o r e Animation. I grew up watching them on TV namely Hanna-Barbera, Disney, Warner Bros. and some Japanese Anime as well and I remember those days when watching TV was all we did everyday ( for entire Summers even, interspersed with some actual physical play and occasional fighting ). I also love to draw characters I've seen from reading DC and Marvel Comics, etc . that I think jumpstarted my early drawing career, if ever I have a solid career in drawing i.e. (I'm not really sure) . So when I went out three weeks ago to visit a brick and mortar bookstore to look for a book worthy of my time and undivided attention (as I also made a vow to read more books this year), I immediately saw Studio Ghibli Coffee Table Art Books that were attractive enough and reasonably priced. It wasn't hard to find and decide on choosing them over the popular best-sellers that were there as they were part of the window-display. Since I had only money and interest to bu

I dine with idiots, I dine with them. Every time I sit on my dining table Alone, I hear them as distant voices,                          as distant but clear vehicular sounds. Penetrating our very room, clearly interfering. It's especially annoying, it could even be unsound. But to the perpetrator, it seems they're intent                          To disturb, to annoy, to obstruct, to derail. But why? Why doesn't matter anymore apparently Because they're relentless, hell-bent on doing whatever their Mission is, as it feels like a mission To destroy the very essence of my Comfort, my Solace. One day, when I am no longer here Sitting, Eating Alone; Let these Words be a reminder of how Ruinous The non-neighbors were; as they're clearly not my neighbors. These are passers-by, Observers, Intruders; My unintended Cross in life. I have no justification  For their Existence, for their unwanted Company. I dine with Idiots Everyday with Every Meal. Blunt as It may,  Envious as

They say let go of what you can't control and listen to your heart, be productive and calm...just breathe. Well, drawing makes me breathe a "sigh of accomplishment" sometimes. Without Art, my life would be in shatters as drawing gives me a sense of self and self-direction .   Here is the first installment of 18 back-to-back finished drawings/paintings (which explains the color bleed) I did for my 300 Prompts sketch notebook (about 5"x 8") my sister gave me from her recent Canadian trip .  Let's all hope more to come. Much more. *I really enjoyed doing them* Thanks Google. Thanks Pinterest. Thanks Me.

Question: What is my desiderata? Hypothesis:   IF:   Ang UTAK PINOY (Filipino Mentality) is generally:  1) Inggitero (jealous, resentful of others' success) 2) Pilosopo (smart aleck) 3) Naninira ng Kapwa (destructive to its own kind) 4) Nagtataglay ng Sama ng Loob (often bears a grudge) 5) Mahinang Kaisipan (poor mentality); THEN: My wish for the Filipinos who insist on their own Intelligence; is to leave me alone completely. No hard feelings. Experiment: Sampling done with household companions, mostly the help. Through the course of the years since both my parents died and I am left fending for myself, and taking care of a disabled nephew, now 37 years old. Conclusion: I know it’s going to happen, sooner or later. Hopefully, sooner than later. This place, my place is turning into a Zoo.