Thanks for the Tears

Warning:

This post might change a little bit of your perception about me.

Again, but don't worry, this is not something I expose too often.

I'm still gonna be your cool guy who loves Pitbull. And a bit of Liverpool.

With the hobby of traveling. And watching Disney classics over and over again.

Okay that doesn't help. Or does it?

Okay so me and Naruto.

It's nothing big, c'mon. I'm not that freak about the anime. It's not like I bought the konoha headband, learn their jutsu sign, run the way they run -oh for God's sake if you ever see me doing that on a daily basis, not because I'm joking or mocking someone, please, be my guest, hit me hit me hard, and dream of being a Hokage lol please, no. It's just because I simply adore the storyline. And the characters. And how I want to learn Japanese so bad, that's all.

Although, sometimes, I got a little bit too carried away.

Like when Asuma sensei died. Or Jiraiya died. Or Sasuke finally knew about Itachi's real story. Shit man, the creator's playing with my emotion--I LOVE YOU! Also when I found out long ago that in the comic, Neji died too.

Damn. Neji. My favorite.

A member of my all-time favorite team.

But life must go on. I kept on watching the anime. Until today, the scene I've been expecting for, came to my iPad screen. I've been prepared for the last episodes because on the opening song, there's this hint of his death. Causing Naruto shocked. And Hinata trembled in tears. So ya, I'm prepared to see his death.

His death okay.

Not the everyone else's death.

Which happened on the same fvckin episode.

Shikaku, Inoichi, Ao, Mabui and every single ninja in the headquarter, was killed with only one attack. I mean, it's the HQ. A place where it should've been the safest of all. But still they got killed.

What broke my heart is not because of the characters who died. But the scene where they knew that the lethal attack was aimed for them. And they acted calm for the sake of finishing their last duty. Until death came. And it brought shock to Shikamaru and Ino who were on the battle field. Tears came down. On their faces, also mine.

I mean, oh Lord, those kinds of scene, I can never stand watching. Like what happened in Toy Story 3. When all Andy's toys are sliding to the combustion on the dumpster. They knew that the end of their life is before their very own eyes. And they couldn't do anything but, holding hands...

Why would you do that, creators of anime and cartoons, why??

You animations should bring joy to the watchers, not tears...

But after all...

Animation.

Animate.

Alive.

Live.

Life.

Life...

Life's always full of joy.

And tears. Shocks. Deaths.

So ya maybe that's what animations are for.

To keep remembering us about all aspects in life.

Well if that's the case so... Thank you all, died shinobis.

And rest in peace

Trust in Three

Time went by too fast, don't you think?

After yesterday I decided to call England for this World Cup, last night they played. Against Italy. And lost. Time did go fast. But that doesn't mean that I'm doubting my choice. Instead, after last night I got pretty sure that I'm supporting the right one.

You know that I recently lost contact in any updates about soccer world, yes? And that's why I didn't know many things about who's called and who's not, to play in Brazil. So I just happened to know the squad of England, yesterday.

And I just realized that their main fortress, is

I knew how well he's been performing with Manchester City. To be honest I can't even mention who else in England is good in goal keeping. I wanna say Chelsea's Petr Cech, but then he's not British. Seeing Hart's name on the list, it seriously gave me tons of relief before the game started.

And then there were Steven Gerrard, Wayne Rooney, old names ya I believed they'd do their best. But when there's these three names appeared, names I knew well and heard often from the Premier League, but I was pretty sure that they never played for World Cup, I swear it boosted my confident.

The Queen's three knights, I'd consider them as The Real Three Lions.

Raheem Sterling, Danny Welbeck and Daniel Sturridge

O yeah, I'm sure they'll give the best show. England as a whole, with the help of these three stallions. And for last night's game, they seriously performed way better than my expectation towards England. My brother and I agreed that they played like they're possessed with some weird yet powerful phantom.

Although they eventually lost the game. But I don't care, there are two games left to go. Balotelli's goal wasn't impressive enough anyway. And many people even claimed that Italy played dirty but hey, I don't want to find any excuses. Lost is lost but that doesn't necessarily mean that England's as lousy as they usually are.

Spain lost their first game in South Africa.
And they came out to be the world's champion.
Too early to lose hope, England

Deliberating

Day two has just passed.

All teams of two groups had played.

Then I got to see some good teams performed.

Brazil. Mexico. Netherlands. Spain. Australia.

But still, I don't know who to support.

Definitely not Brazil. They're the hosting team. Too much benefit for them. Not Spain either. Well, not because they surprisingly lost their first game, no. But more because they're the winning team. Too much euphoria, and pressure at the same time. As well as too much stars in it. This thing could be good, but on some other level, having too many good players could be a boomerang.

I was thinking about Netherlands long before 2014 even came. But now that the Dutch won last game, it got me rethinking. It could seem too shallow, you know, people might think that I suddenly call them simply because they played good last night, lol, c'mon I'm not that blind about football. Australia seems fun to be with tho, but gotta be honest and be realistic, I get to find a team with good future haha. And my idol Harry Kewell's no longer in the team so, maybe not.

Never in the world, would I be thinking about Argentina or Portugal HAHA, no. As long as they still have Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo in their squad, I'll be always cheering for the other team. Even if it's Malaysia. This hatred towards them, will never be off the table.

So.

It's now down to Germany or England. Or France.

But no, I'm thinking about Germany or England.

Germany. Oh, Germany. They always brought us surprise with new talents they revealed in each World Cup. Remember how Lukas Podolski and Miroslav Klose amazed their own nation and the whole globe with their nice stuff in 2006? Or Thomas Müller and Mesut Özil in 2010? And Özil, oh Özil... I've always adored him because, ya, simply because he's a moslem.

Now England. Actually I have not much reasons to go with England. It's just, I feel like I owe too much to Liverpool. I abandoned them for the whole season, missed how they made it through the second place which I never expected! And, I turned them off by choosing Pitbull over them when both came here in Indonesia last year... It's just, I feel like I owe too much to them. Especially to Steven Gerrard.

A guy I never thought I'd adore so much.

The most loyal human being on earth I ever known.

And this could be his last World Cup.

Wish the best for you now, Sir, and oh! Pic's from here.

I think I just made my decision.

England it is

Finding Excitação

Four years ago today,

The biggest once-in-four-years sport event took place

And the whole world was like excited as hell. So was I.

This year,

Four years after the last once-in-four-years sport event took place,

Is about to start soon. The whole world was like excited as hell but umm.

I'm not.

I don't know what's wrong. With the euphoria. With me.

The World Cup has always been, and should be something I can't ever deny.

I remembered my first World Cup ever. 2002. Korea Japan. I called for Italy. Not a good start for my newborn euphoria, Italy was stopped by South Korea in the second round. I was so damn pissed off I swear I swore South Korea so many times since after. Ya I was an immature and knew nothing much about football. But after all I enjoyed the whole cup.

Then my second World Cup. 2006. Germany. I called for Brazil. It was a very emotional path for us -me and Brazil. Especially when Brazil was beaten by France. I cried of a heartbreak. But I moved on. The cup changed my whole perception about football. I started to be a football fan for the next one year. Bought sport papers, stayed up late for matches, I was a fanboy. Of AC Milan, of Kaka. Ya that couple of year was like my adoration reigm towards him. Thanks to WC 2006. Surely the best cup ever.

My last cup, 2010. South Africa. I called for Spain. Was a smooth cup because my team played well. I supported them like I know everything, like Spain was my nation. Tons of blog posts were made, gazillions of tweets were shared, not only for Spain, but for everything about the cup. Until I realize I can't just like football during and along the euphoria of World Cup. I needed to have my favorite football team. That I like completely, not because of some certain player I idolize. That was when I started to be a Liverpudlian.

But as you might notice.

Recently I forgot about Liverpool.

That's acceptable because that's what I am.

But losing interest towards The World Cup, well...

Something is wrong with me, and I don't know why.

http://forzaitalianfootball.com/2014/06/world-cup-2014-group-f-preview/

Three hours away before the first kick-off.

I haven't posted anything about World Cup 2014.

I haven't stated any of my excitement towards the cup.

I haven't even decided which team to be fvckin supported!

And for God's sake it's Pitbull who's singing the primary anthem!

Que está errado, Vick?!

From Feather to Feather

All my life, I've been exposed to so many cartoon characters.

And been in love with so many of them, like literally, many.

I liked certain things on some certain ages. But then after some time, I began to stop adoring them and started to idolize something else that was more related to my current age. Adoration comes and goes, adoration comes and goes. It's just like love, comes and goes.

But there's this guy.

Back on my early ages,

He appeared and stole my heart.

And there's nothing that could stop me from loving him. Because he's just like me. He's hotheaded, he swears a lot, freaking selfish, tends to be the sidekick, but loved. I forgot when was exactly the time I started realizing that we're actually two birds of a feather, flocked together. He's so me.

Yea there's just nothing that could stop me from loving him.

Because he's been my favorite since, oh, God knows for how long.

And this date, 80 years ago,

He hit the screen for the first time.

Which means today, is his birthday.

And I can't help but dedicating this post to wish myself a very happy birthday :)

Here's for the old Donald, and here's for the new one.

Long live to you,

Donald Fautleroy Duck.

Always be by children's side,

And by my side as well.

P.S. : Did I just say, "wish myself a very happy birthday"???