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Thick blackness conceals his face as he walks past the welcoming threshold into the unknown.

To be noticed just to be not alone,

His mask shows nothing out of the ordinary:

Sadness.

Bitterness.

Anger.

Absent at present.

Only a smile is etched in as testimony.

The eye sees that he is ordinary.

It commends and befriends him.

me. Me. ME.”–he reaps what Fake has sown.

When the sun begins to fade,

Alas, he returns to where he belongs while there is little daylight left.

He makes it through the unwelcoming threshold of his home just as darkness has finally set in.

The moon its only weakness,

His mask gradually mists away like smoke by the dimness of closing minutes.

Tear drops of diversity:

Sadness.

Bitterness.

Resentment.

Hopelessness.

Unforgiveness.

Anger.

Fear.

Hate.

Each has a name.

Rage soon to take control,

He quickly turns on the lamp to save a dying smile . . .

The stillness of the night triumphs once again.

“Will there ever be a truce?”

He confides in the unreasonable.

Tonight, his only companion will be

My secret shadow. 

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What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

1996. I was nine-years old. Ordinary day just like any other ordinary day–past and present and the future, if by future meaning there would be those days every nine-year old kid would experience in life: pulling pony tails from that girl who just gave me the stare, cutting in line, and eating Armadillidiidae [ a.k.a. roly polies ] from a triple-dog dare. Yea, life was normal for me so I had thought until the car accident. I was struck by a car driven by a teen [ no hard feelings, mate ]. Remained at hospital for about almost a year as a traumatic brain injury patient. Celebrated my birthday and holidays there, which weren’t that bad to be honest. The awful part was some genius had come up with a clever idea of having fourth grade at a hospital, of all places.

My life took a whole different turn that year learning to adjust to not being able to do the things I had once enjoyed, but being on bench. A transition of scenery. A unique challenge of pace. Sixteen years marked with regrets, depression, and anxiety. There were happy moments, too. The former took a hold on my life for the most part but I’m grateful because it led me to discover a higher power, Jesus Christ. I still have cloudy days. My future is uncertain. Although there’ll be menacing waves pounding against me, I have faith in what’s unseen that gives me hope. 

In retrospect, I see life and everything that dwells in life shouldn’t be taken lightly. I ponder at my quiet times “Where would I be right now if that hadn’t happened?” It’s good to take a break every now and then to spend a moment of silent reflection.

Examine others. Examine your own self. 

Wolverine Lincoln style! [ no, this isn’t a parody ]

After watching The Walking Dead and becoming a walker for the series, I have to put this out here: Wolverine Lincoln style! Now hold on before you comic book nerds twist your heads off; think about it — Andrew Lincoln could definitely portray Wolverine. Hugh Jackman has done an amazing job bringing Wolverine alive, and because Hollywood, as you well know, is now running out of ideas and the only solution is to make a reboot [ to make it entirely new ] or remake [ to make entirely new based on its origin ], if ever they were to go this route, why not cast Mr. Lincoln? “Wait . . . he’s British. We can’t have an English Wolverine! Abomination!” Imagine my horrific surprising reaction when I succumbed to hear that English accent. Besides, Mr. Jackman’s Australian. See what I did there?

1. Add twenty to thirty pounds.

2. Lift weights.

3. Grow his hair out.

4. ??

5. Profit!

The Walking Dead: The Complete First Season

I am a fan of zombies. I enjoy a movie depicting endless zombies furnished with a small group of survivors trying to overcome their odds to stay alive. This fits the description of The Walking Dead yet not in its entirety. As opposed to many movies in the typical zombie apocalypse plot, this series is very unique in that it heavily makes you think and critique every character and their actions. The relationships between them interacts so vividly I dare to say The Walking Dead is not so much about zombies and blasting them to smithereens with shotguns, revolvers and the all-so silent melee weapons like a baseball bat or sword than it is the love-hate and personal demons circulating about. This field is not explored much by the zombie-genre and it has always been missing until now.

Speaking of characters, the love-hate factor is evident right from the beginning. The same feelings will not always be there as you will change due to the fact character development is literally on steroids here. It is almost like a biography of every one packed into a series.

In summary, the action is all there just like any other zombie movie you would expect. What clearly makes the series stand out from the rest is the portrayal of how and what the word humanity means.

What does humanity mean?

How do you balance between humanity and the will to survive?

Is humanity relevant even in this day?

Or is humanity obsolete?

Humanity has never been more subjective than it is now.

I am a late-comer since initially I was not interested about The Walking Dead. I think it is because I do not have cable, believe it or not, nor do I own any other series on DVD. True, I had heard about it before with all the praises. I bought the first and second season just recently out of curiosity [ bored at shows featuring now on regular TV ] and the praises were all true. I am going to get the third season as soon as possible and have a good feeling I will re-watch it again and again.

I also would like to note: Andrew Lincoln has that Wolverine persona in him from my observation.