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Hello, everyone!

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First off, apologies for the sudden absence… I just haven’t been up to writing and blogging lately…

It’s just that my thoughts are a mess and writing them down, and much more – letting other people read said mess, does not seem right…

Anyway, some updates…

I got myself fully vaccinated this month. My wife is too scared of needles to get vaccinated, though.

My old drawing tablet (wacom pen and touch) died suddenly and so, I ended up buying a wacom one tablet this month… unfortunately, since the laptop we have is too old, the pen pressure on that thing is not working…

I am seriously feeling the pressure of my financial condition…

That’s all for now!

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I hope you have a nice day.

Later!

We Deal With Life Differently

My life ain’t exactly peachy, though it really irks me when people misunderstand how I deal with my many trials and tribulations.

One cannot fully understand the inner workings of another person. Heck, we can’t even understand our own selves, so how can we be expected to understand how others think and feel.

It can, therefore, be a bit irritating when people try to pick apart my way of doing things.

I say this – I do not wish to exert too much energy on things I do not have control over. I can be pissed about it, yes, but if there’s nothing I can do about it, I’d rather exert my energy on other more important things.

You probably have your own way of dealing with these… things.

Kentaro Miura, Berserk Author Passes Away at 54

Berserk creator Kentaro Miura has passed away – Critical Hit

I have been a big fan of Berserk ever since I started to read the manga a few years ago.

It has been so long since I started, and I am not sure if I have watched the anime.

It saddens me to hear that its author, Kentaro Miura passed away.

Berserk has been such an amazing manga – the story, the characters, and the art – there has been much passion put into this.

Only one ending. kentaro miura passed away recently, sad times. RIP to kentaro and one of my favorite mango series ever..

Rest in peace, and thank you for Berserk.

Link: https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/news/2021-05-19/berserk-manga-creator-kentarou-miura-passes-away-at-54/.172988

Climbing The Steep Learning Curve

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Last night, I started studying on more advanced video editing software.

To make a long story short, my brain practically melted in my head as I watched a handful of tutorials on the basics of 2D animation. It’s mostly due to the different program’s interface, and layout, and also me not knowing what to do.

There were times where the tutorial I found moved quickly, and I was unable to follow, making me have to rewind and replay the video a couple of times. I also had to repeat the starting process a couple of times because I did not know what in the world I was doing.

By the way, I am studying Blender – a free to use 3D animation and video editing software.

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The Forgotten Memory

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I was about to doze off to sleep when my cat approached me, in the way cats do – purring. She pushed her head against mine and gave it a little lick. She then walked off to her corner of the bed – above my wife’s pillow, and went to sleep.

For whatever reason, I suddenly thought of the apartment we used to live in five years ago. Panic struck me when I realized that there were a lot of bits that I could not recall about it – tiny details, like where did the cat sleep when we lived there. Did she always sleep by our bed?

As I try to answer that question, I noticed that I could not recall instantly what our old room looked like. It took a bit of effort, but there were pieces missing. They were like dark spots that I could not fill in.

I could recall what the living room and dining room downstairs looked like. I recalled the large, L-shaped black sofa, the TV rack we had, the dining table we used – they were not the same furniture that we have in our home now. The sofa found its new home in my brother-in-law. It was supposed to have been sold at a lower price in an installment agreement, but it was at a time when they were in financial distress, and now that they are well off, they conveniently forgot about it, and my wife could no longer collect from her older brother. The dining table is now with my mother-in-law. It was a wedding gift from my wife’s sister, and since it could no longer fit our new home, and her mother was in need of a dining table, we gave her that- among other old furniture that we could no longer use.

Our old apartment was larger in comparison to our current home, so we had to pare down our furniture.

Slowly, as I put more effort into recalling, parts of the old apartment fell into place. I remembered where the cat’s litter box was originally placed – near the bathroom. The bathroom there was concealed from the dining and living room, so it was OK to place it there. Now, it is in our room. I have to clean it often. The same goes with the cat’s food and water bowl. It is in our room. I also had difficulty recalling where it was placed the last time. I think it was located in the kitchen, but I can not really be sure.

It feels weird how living in that apartment felt like a lifetime ago, when it was just five years ago when we moved out of there. I guess it goes to show how little time I must have spent in our room then, as most of the time I was working in our store, and would go to our apartment late in the night, dead tired.

Yeah, it feels like a lifetime ago.

It felt weird and made me unable to sleep that night. Funny how time passes by, eh?

Thank you very much for reading.

The Ghost Writer

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I have no body of my own,
I exist in another zone,
I speak up in the microphone,
The voice you hear, another tone.

I shake the shackles of my chain,
I cannot even moan my pain,
They shrug at me with pure disdain,
My existence has been in vain.

And yet, yourself, my words you use,
Constrain me with your own abuse,
Squeeze my essence for your juice.
For the things you must produce.

Learning to Build Skills

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One of my issues with the education system is that we are forced to learn something which we do not feel we need.

However, looking back on it now, that is the logic of a narrow-minded fool of a youth who failed to see the bigger picture.

Take mathematics, like algebra. In accounting, people see that you only need the basic arithmetic functions of adding, subtracting, and the occasional multiplication and division. Who needs to know algebra, right?

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Why Men Keep Silence in their Troubles

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Yesterday, my female co-workers laughed as one recounted one of my male co-workers who has problems with his wife.

Apparently, while they were on an office outing, his wife constantly called up on him, texted him, and even asked for photo and video evidence on who was with him.

They laughed at him stating how he is afraid of his wife.

I can’t stand the hypocrisy of the situation, because I can say for certain that at least one of them also does this to their husband.

Even I can relate because I, too, suffer from this sort of abuse at home, yet keep silent about it, because of fear of being viewed less masculine.

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