Clash of The Titans: Naruto Vs. Bleach!

WARNING: POST CONTAINS MINDNUMBING NERD RANT ABOUT JAPANESE COMICS. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE BOMBARDED BY SUCH IDIOCITY, PLEASE LEAVE THIS PAGE...NOW!!!

Okay, I admit. I'm a manga freak. I like reading a good manga now and then. It helps me unwind after a long hard day, and also fills up my time during the boring hours of nothingness.

So during this holiday, I made full use of my time and read the whole of Naruto's 400+ manga chapters.

Now, I've always been a Bleach fan. Byakuya, Kyoka Suigetsu, Suzumushi, Renji, Rukia, Omnisukido; If the manga has it, I'll know it. The cool zanpakutos, shuunpo, taichos, hadou, reiatsu. My gosh, I can go on and on and on...

I always thought Naruto was kinda... childish. I mean, a protagonist with whiskers? Gimme a break!

How wrong I was.

After reading through all the existing chapters starting from the first, I have to admit Naruto is a waaaay better manga compared to Bleach. Essentially, I'm a convert!

I love the storyline, the plot, how the characters are fleshed out, and the humanity behind the entire series. Basically, a connection is formed between the fictional characters and the reader.

So instead of rambling on and on about how great a manga Naruto is blah blah blah, let me condense it down into point form for easy understanding:

NARUTO

Likes:

1. Every character is given a chance to shine and show their prowess.
2. Even though the story obviously centres around Uzumaki Naruto, he does not overshadow the others.
3. A huge variety of bunshins, jutsus and techniques are applied, with each opponent having a specific set of fighting style, elemental attack and individualized tricks.
4. Great storyline.
5. Artwork is nice.
6. Characters are fleshed out very convincingly.
7. Characters die!! (I'm not a sadistic or morbid person. I hate mangas where everybody lives happily ever after - sic. Bleach, Dislikes)
   

Now for the Dislikes:

1. Whiner Sasuke is still NOT dead.
2. Fight scenes are somewhat messy.
3. Explanation of skills, plans etc. are sometimes TOO LONG AND DETAILED (boring!) or there is NONE AT ALL (WTH??).
4. Names are confusing, some characters look too much alike. *Brain problem on my part, haha*

BLEACH

Likes:

1. Cool characters, I especially like the rankings - Taicho, fukutaicho, soutaicho. Gives it kinda like an elite squad-feel.
2. Interesting array of zanpakuto techniques and skills.
   
3. The storyline is quite arresting.

Dislikes:

1. Whole story focuses too much on Ichigo (Why won't he die already??!!!), it's getting very tiresome.
   
2. You'll know with a sure heart that certain characters will NOT DIE, regardless of how strong their enemy is *coughcoughIchigocoughHitsugayacough*
3. Ichigo and other manga-immortals always gain some stupid nonsensical power-up that saves their sorry asses in the nick of time from death. Example: Ichigonator when battling Ulquiorra. WTH was that??!
4. Some interesting characters are killed off too fast (Top 3 espadas) while the lame shits are all the victors (Ichigo, who else?).
5. Some characters are not protrayed properly and not described thoroughly. Maybe it's the plot, but hey, readers can't connect with characters that have no proper past or are just thrown in for fodder!
6. Fight scenes sometimes messy.
7. Story is not that complex, but too draggy. Lots of boxes where characters are just standing there looking emo or cool.
8. I dread chapters with Ichigo in them. Enuff said.

So there. Those are my views against these two very different mangas, in terms of portrayment and artistic direction. So I can't exactly compare between the two. However, I can list out things I liked and disliked about them, and tell you which one I enjoyed most.

Till date, it's Naruto.

Yay!

Forbidden Love

Maybe once,
We tasted fruit so forbidden,
Even the heavens could not deny our longings.

Maybe once,
Throes of our passion,
Threw the earth apart - an unhealing scar.

Maybe once,
Our spirits lingered,
Our souls thirsted, for unbridled whispers
And promises.

Maybe once,
We loved.

For this love is forbidden,
For this heart is esclamped, within briers,
Of bigoted damnation,
Of confounding idiots,
Of hatred.

A verb enclosed within its antonym.

Will it survive, this forbidden love?

Cheerleading!!!!

I feel like such a low-life nerd. First thing in the morning, logging on to the computer, playing free online games. LOL.

Cheerleading competition was yesterday. Trained for the past few months to cope with last night's 6 minute performance. When you think about it, it's kinda absurd, the amount of effort you put in versus the fruit of your labour.

HOWEVER, I feel it was all worth it. Every hour, every minute, every second.

To tell the truth, I liked going to practice. I still remember in the beginning it was every Monday and Wednesday. Then switched, I think, to Monday, Tuesday and Thursday or something like that.

I dunno. Cheerleading practice gave me a sense of... how do you put it... purpose(?) *Told you I had NO LIFE*.

Okay okay, maybe not 'purpose', but kinda like a sense of belonging and camaraderie.


REASONS WHY I LOVE TO GO FOR PRACTICE:

1) I like to dance and move around. If I sat still at home, I might go crazy.

2) I like to learn new moves, be it dance or gymnastic techniques or whatever.

3) Don't you just love it when the lights are on in your school/college/uni, everyone is participating in a sport or activity, there is no stress from studying with energy abound.

4) The people from my team are HILARIOUS!!! hahahah!!! Never a dull moment with them.




You know the song 'The Climb' by Miley Cyrus?

This is the epitome of that song.

It was never about the competition day itself. It was about the journey we took to get there.

The sweat, blood, and tears we poured into our routine, our stunts, in preparation for that big day.

The hard work, muscle aches, bruises, fractured bones, sprained body parts.

It was never about the prize, or the glamour, or the competition.

It was about the present, the teamwork and most importantly, the friendship.

*Well, at least for me.*

I will miss you guys so much.

"The past can never be repeated, nor can be be altered, for all that remains in the dusk of our days are the treasured memories of our forgottens. "

Hugz. GO, TAURUS CHEERLEADING 2009!!!!


*BTW, THE SONG IN THE SIDEBAR IS DEDICATED TO ALL CHEERLEADING MEMBERS. I know it's kinda like a love song or wtv, but remember: "They can take the music and the plans we make, but they cannot take our yesterdays."

In no particular order:
Venus Lim, Fion Lam, Loo Wei Wen, Beh Eng Hui, Jason Seng, Ivana, Tracy Khong, Ng Yunn Shuen, Tan Kelly, Chiu Hong, Loon Wei, Naomi Grace, Cady Chua, Wai Peng, Christine, Fong Kin Man, Chan Pei Zhi, Kuang Hau (Sorry, I'm not sure how to spell it, aka Sean Eng), Jones.

Mighty Taurus Stomp Your Yard!

All Around Me

Wake me up when September ends... I still remember the time when that song came out. Tough times. PMR. Addiction. Running through the rain. Beatings. Scolding. Lying.

I just wanted to go to sleep. To wake up only when everything is over.

When September ends.

Now the song blares from my TV, a full cycle of my past. A different time, a different place, a different mindset.

The same me.

All around me, things are not going so well. There are breakdowns and broken hearts, scarred egos and animosity....

Sometimes I wish, everything will go on as smoothly as they did. I wish change did not occur in a way that would disrupt the moderate pace of life.

But it does.

I cannot give you the strength to move on. I cannot lift you up as high as you once did for me.

Forgive my weaknesses.

All I can do is wish, that better days come for you and that you reach out to receive it.

All around me.

All I can do.

Is wish.

Sigh... Good Days Are Never Long

It's great that no one reads this blog. It's not so great when you pour your heart and soul into it only to realize that there ARE people reading it.

As the title goes, good days don't last long. I thought things were at least picking up, maybe improving, not getting worse.

How foolish I was.

It's weird, how sad and melancholic I feel.

It all happened last night. When I was supposed to meet someone... but that person didn't turn up. I couldn't have cared less if the place was convenient, and a short drive away from my house.

The place was at least a 20 minute drive.

To make matters worse, this outing was a deferment from the previous time when the person asked me to go out for dinner and I rejected.

So in retrospect, the person asked me out, but didn't turn up. FUCK.

Then, I was stuck in a traffic jam coming back after the motherfucker ffk on me.

All in all, I wasted 1 and a half hours driving to and fro for nothing. FUCK.

You know, seriously, please respect people's time. The world does not freakin' revolve around you. FUCK YOU.

The MOTHERFUCKER had NO DECENT COURTESY to reschedule, NOR did he apologize sincerely.

You know what the MOTHERFUCKER had the gall to say?! *when I smsed him at the destination we were supposed to go*

'Oh, I'm still at work. Don't know when I'll be off. Why don't you go home and wait for me?"

Ohhhhh.... There are no vulgar-enough words to describe him now.

WAIT FOR YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS MY FREAKING FOOT YOU SON OF A BITCH, DONKEY'S MOTHER'S ANAL-SPLITTING DICKHEAD! WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHOVE THAT INCONSPICUOUS BRAIN UP YOUR SMELLY FUCKTARD SHITHOLE MUTHAFUKA!

KANENABU CHOWCIBAI!

Rot in hell.

So there.

My Old Blog

One fine day, as I was rearranging my thoughts I suddenly thought about my OLD BLOG that I created when I was... what? Form 4?

Great days then. HAHA

I don't know. Looking back, I realized my posts were a little more diverse and creative with a better English command. They were a pleasure to read, and flowed beautifully.

Unlike now. >=(

Anyway, here's a link>>http://winterbytes.blogspot.com/

And tell me what you think =)