Went to see a Mets Game in Shea Stadium, …

Went to see a Mets Game in Shea Stadium, still nursing a cold and cursing at the occassional writer’s block…tomorrow will be another day!

Only 24 minutes to…

save the world….

through making a video to make people happy, what would it be like? Post a video response to my latest video and the best/ funniest would be featured on my channel=D (am down with a cold today but please enjoy, rank and comment on this video)

 

Bully’s Eye

I opened my YouTube account this morning and a very “eye catching” comment greeted me. It basically said I was an ugly bitch. I checked on the person’s channel and I only saw random videos. I deleted and dismissed it as something that came from a person in need of a mirror. Next, I checked on my website and again, there was an “unbecoming” comment and the person have the audacity to sign in using a Filipino term for pigs. Oh boy! It’s one of those days that I get lunatics hovering around. Did I forget that today is Loony Psychos Day? I marked is as spam and just spent the morning toying with my Fender strat. I checked my channel again and this time, the same person who called me fugly used another username and left bad comments. If I were as sensitive as before, I would be lambasting this douche bag or just sulked all day. However, I was too happy not to delete the comments. What I did was to reply to the comment with gratitude and appreciation. I even featured his link on my channel. Talk about throwing back bread instead of stones. While other youtubers were spewing retaliatory comments on his channel, I ended it with “I am so jealous of you.” I meant to say that I am incapable of being a racist and then using the name of the Lord at the same time. It amuses me that this type of people exists and predictably, they do not have a profile picture to back up their insults. If I were this person, I’d post hundreds of my pictures so that my target of insults can at least see me in case they like to cast a voodoo curse on me. I call this bravery and maturity at the same time. You need to back up your artillery if you really want to get on the nerves of people. I say this now since I have a very extensive experience with cyberbullies- remember Meany Mo in one of my posts. I actually like to thank this creature for dragging my life in the mud on craigslist and on porn sites. Nothing beats laughing at this person who thinks victory has arrived in a teacup and eternally hiding from any confrontation behind all that hideous make- up.

 

 

Below is a list of suggestions to deal with pesky cyberbullies.

1. Thank the person.
2. Do not reply to any insult again
3. If you observe that the person is going too far, report or flag him/ her to the hosting site. (This is would take time)
4. “Leave me alone. Stop what you’re doing.” Say, email or message the person. This is the number one thing you need to do in case your decide to take it further to court.
5. Save every message, email and correspondence in html form. Your lawyers will need this. Most employers do not like employees who are cyberstalking on the side.
6. If you don’t know the person, ignore or do steps numbers 1- 3
7. If you know the person, do steps number 3- 5.
8. Change your email address especially when it was hacked by this bully. In my case, I had to change so many since it was used to sign me up for questionable sites.
9. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE- DO NOT POST your ym, personal email address and your cell number online. (example: Call me at this number or ym me at this address) You never know if the person with a picture of Heidi Klum is actually a convicted sex offender. This concerns people with MySpace and Facebook accounts.
10. Use and enjoy the Internet responsibly. Speak your mind but do not (I pray) end up as a bully too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

New York Comic Convention 2008

Today is the last day of NYC Comic Convention and I had a blast whiole finishing this 3 part video. Thank you for watching the first part and before the end of the week, I will be posting part 2 and 3.
Thank you to all the comic artists who granted exclusive interviews to Filteany Channel.

 

 

 

Changing Names, Swerving Games

I held a grudge against my parents for giving me a name that is so short. While my siblings have unique and longer names, I have a two-syllable moniker. I often asked them the reason for their not being ingenious or even creative while thinking of my imprint. My birth certificate said it all; my parents were not even ready thus I was listed as baby girl. It took a few days before they “found” my name to put on the paper. While I wished for a longer name, I did not like much my last name. No one can blame me since I have a bunch of reasons while growing up. First, when the class was arranged alphabetically I was always among those at the far end of the line. Graduation rites were a bummer since the announcer would be tired already thus my name would sound more like a mumble. Second, I was always asked which region I came from since my name is not common. I have to dissect the facts from my mom hailing from Manila to my dad from Pangasinan. After all my explaining, all I get is a quizzed look. My agony does not end there since it would be subsequently followed by “Really? But your mom is Chinese, right?” Courtesy would force me to explain the facts regarding my mom’s ancestry. Third, many teachers would mispronounce my last name with so much emphasis on the r sound that it sounded like a razor. Situations like this were embarrassing and I have to correct them each time.

It was in college when I learned the value of a signature. I experimented with strokes and loops to make my name stand out but I always end up using my regular handwriting. My insecurity was compounded since my best friend; Jason has this unique artist’s signature. He proudly affixes it on his paintings. I wrote poems but who would even bother to look at my signature. I also proclaim my dad’s signature as very unique. It looks like a rollercoaster in Europe with its flair and sophistication. Another thing that bugged me was that I have similar signatures with my siblings. So much for originality but throughout time, I have learned that my name is not all that bad. I was not named Boots or after a fruit like Strawberry. Little by little I learned to love my first name. My signature did not bother me anymore since I got used to it like a second skin. My name is a crucial part of me.

I barely have three days to go before I change my last name. Somehow, I feel I am letting go of something that I had for the longest time and now, I will possess another’s. I am happy with my decision. I am certain that no matter how I am called, I would always be the same person. I see my changing names as another journey, an adventure for the thrill- seekers like me.

Presently, I am experimenting on my new signature. I am still attempting to put loops and tails but I keep forgetting them the next time. However, I am still hopeful that my signature would one day be a special imprint on a book, short film or even a company =D