Back to blogging?

So, it's been a year since I last opened this blog. A year and a half in fact. Haha! It completely skipped my mind that I have written nothing for the entirety of 2015!  In my defense, it's a lot easier to write one line quips and tag lines on Facebook statuses and Instagram posts versus writing an entire blog. I mean, you actually have to look witty for that extended period of time that a person actually reads your rambles online. 

That being said, 2015 has been the year of Instagram for me as I have mostly put my efforts in terms of toy photography x internet visibility there. If you are so inclined you can follow me there via IG:jemmerts. (Shameless plugging right there ;) )

So, I have accumulated a little more than a few figures over the past 20 months since my last blog post, mostly in terms of SHFiguarts with most of the concentration on humanoid figures and been trying to up my skill in terms of ACBA. That's short for articulated comic book art where you use tangible effects to create a scene. Had a rough start on that as I was used to just minor editing via Photoshop for most of my photos which was really more of digitally editing out the stands and color adjustments. No heavy duty editing either which I really should learn. *Note to self*

Recently, I have been in a rut which has got me to think that I should start writing again. I'm very rusty though so expect that I'd have a lot of nonsensical blog entries on my few attempts as I try to unravel my mind again so that coherent thoughts would start flowing through. Hopefully, creativity and the like would just come naturally back in. How I do miss making stories. I mean I still do through photography but I miss writing them, spending hours on a 5 page, Cattleya notebook size paper just writing a detective story or a superhero adventure.

Maybe I will. Maybe I should.

To be 7 once again

I remember this old movie that starred George Burns, "18 again," and in the film, Burns was celebrating his 80th birthday and he made a wish on his cake that he would like to be 18 again. So his wish gets granted and his soul is transferred to his grandson and he started doing young stuff again like riding fast cars and stuff. 

Nowadays, I kinda feel the same way too. It's like the world got too complicated, too fast and I wasn't ready for it. When I was 7, it sorta felt like the time of my life. I watched my cartoons, played with my toys, hung out with my friends, got into fights with my siblings and this was the norm. You could say "pumpernickel battywangs" (yeah... I just made that up right now) and no one would think the better (or worst) of you. As an adult, everything you say means something and people often find enough reason to think that it means a bad thing and it is terribly frustrating. Seriously, I cannot even begin to count the times that I just wanted to say something, point out something and have people around me say "you can't say that coz they'll get offended, etc.." I mean why? But then again, if intentions were transparent, the word "deception" may never have gotten invented. 

When I was a kid, time flew. My imagination soared and I created worlds, characters, heroes that exhibited courage and shown of justice and goodness. Nowadays, I can only sit in horror watching the news showing death, crimes and punishment, oppression of the strong on the weak and victims of natural calamities. Even trying to go back to anything that would have spewed out hope like religion or something as simple as a feel good movie just feels so underwhelmed by all the shit that's happening in real life and it's just depressing. 

I was watching Rocky Balboa last weekend and there was this dialogue that really caught my attention. Rocky was talking to his son, Robert, and he told him that life is not all rainbows and sunshine and that nothing will hit you harder than life and it will keep you down if you let it. Something to that effect. Paraphrasing here. Anyway, the point is, is that yeah, life can really get you down, it can rip you apart, it's like a gravity well that just wants to crush you over and over again. Man... this is getting depressing. 

So what is the point of all of this? I dunno. I guess I'm just trying to unravel my mind and let out some frustration. I want to remember what it was like to be 7 again and run around the house without a care in the world, shoot imaginary bad guys with my laser gun, come out as a hero that was honest and true and loved because of it. How idyllic. 

But as Apollo Creed said in Rocky 3, it's too bad we had to grow old.