Metamorphosing into a murderer
I guess I’m killing my parents slowly. Yes, I’ve thought (and still think) I’m pretty smart, but that wasn’t entirely from my perspective: my parents until now think I’m a real genius incapable of failure if I tried hard enough. My teachers of yesteryears similarly think so, and my siblings think I’m some god that they should emulate and obey. Though it may be extremely fun for some, I’m not someone with a god complex. In fact, I only think I’m smart; I don’t know if I truly am. I wonder why some people can’t realize the inherent difference between personal assumption and universal knowledge.
Flunking a course is personally unacceptable for me, but failure totally isn’t. I’d like to think I’m some regular, leisurely Joe who delights in pleasures like watching anime, playing DotA, or reading well-written classics, not some inhuman machine that only has grades in mind and the achievement of something even impalpable in real life. What do honors really mean, anyway? One guy in our class is arrogant and conceited, and he’s an honor student. Do most of us accord him that? We don’t. We think he’s some uptight bitch incapable of intelligence because all of what he has learned is simply by rote. And it reflects whenever unpredictable situations come his way: he totally freezes.
It sucks to be grown as the ‘prize cock’ of the family, although that metaphor may not be the best, because people expect you to be ‘t3h p4rf3ct!!!,’ when it couldn’t happen because you are simply human. I came out totally happy from an exemption (a final grade of A, mind you) I obtained (with some begging for vital partial points) that allowed me not to take the finals anymore in Chemistry. One of my parents asked me why I wasn’t the highest. It’s quite frustrating, although I understand that they think that way because I’ve achieved so much in the realm of academics, or so they thought, in my journey towards college and university life. Right now, however, I’m just flourishing and living life content with all the fun and excitement I can glean from college life while still being retained in its flow. Though I promise myself I won’t flunk a course, I didn’t promise myself from losing me. I’d like to have fun while taking things needed to be taken seriously seriously enough, but I will never lose that aspect of fun â€“ it’s what keeps me sane. I hope my parents would understand that someday, but seeing that they probably wouldn’t as of now, I’d just write it as a rant full of angst.
Of course, so as to be not entirely off-topic, I’m also going to write about anime. I know what my blog is supposed to be about (anime), so I’m just injecting seemingly irrelevant stuff that show my humanity in it.
In the case that you are not interested about my life or don’t give a damn, just read after this line. (I made it bold so that it would stand out and save the uninterested people an amount of time.)
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I’m still pretty surprised why I’m waiting more fervently for a new Asatte no Houkou episode than a Death Note one considering the fact that I’ve been waiting quite some time for a DN anime. I guess I’m a sucker for well-made first episodes that contain poignant plot twists and some romance.
The new episode of NHK has already been subbed by Oyasumi, and I can’t wait for more character development and scenes of pathos-evoking humanity. Please, let the download finish!
I’ve also watched the first episode of Perfect Girl Evolution hours ago. I hope it develops to be a quasi-anime adaptation of ‘My Fair Lady’ which was in turn an adaptation of G. B. Shaw’s ‘Pygmalion’ where the baroque Sunako develops to be a true woman (and if you removed the pimples and the dry skin, she already looks like one and she can cook quite well too!). It’s going to be a challenge because a simple rejection from a guy she liked two years ago triggered her drastic inferiority complex that, fast forward to the present time, has morphed her into someone who loves the dark and the morbid as well as one who shies away from personal interaction. Though I can see some of its parallelisms with Ouran, I’d say this is a totally different show. I hope it ends happily, however, with the princess becoming a true princess as well as with her finding her true prince. I don’t mind sappy endings as long as they’re pulled of extremely well.
As a side note, I like Chobits‘s OP done by Round Table feat. Nino. They sing pleasant songs.
I still hate my disk space. It’s too small.