Boruto: Naruto Next Generations – My Review

Boruto the telly anime was fun to watch. I thought it would be just like a continuation of Naruto but it’s new and the new generation are very different from Naruto characters. While Naruto genins dealt with an old school form of child-raising and traumatizing back stories, the genins in Boruto dealt with a more open and adaptive society. For example Shikamaru was really tolerant of his son’s behaviour only offering a wordy advice instead of a physical punishment.

Anyway, at first I thought it was going to be a pain to watch thinking that it will be filler like with made up things… but boy was I wrong. Heck I was influenced by some tumblrs accusing it of being a filler to Naruto. For a long running anime, Naruto was never a perfect anime for it’s die hard fans. After a year of tumblr the fandom was never really satiated with the ending, and I for one am sad over Neji’s death. So whatever Boruto presented it was quick to welcome criticism.

In my opinion, Boruto is a winded up version of Naruto. The opening of a sixteen years old Boruto with a Byakugan in one eye was really good, it makes you want to wait for a few years to see how Boruto ended up like that. The enemy also said that Naruto was dead and that made it the more intriguing.

I loved and hated Naruto anime while I watched it along the way. I was a young adult when I watched it so I already have strong preferences in what I watch. But Boruto got me by episode four. I think Boruto was good from the start after mulling over it. Ok, not counting Sarada’s short dress though, everything’s great. It’s nice to see a mini me version of Naruto having a sister and mom unlike his orphaned dad. I have no opinions when it came to Hinata and Himawari so far so I won’t go there.

Sarada is kick ass, I love Sarada’s no nonsense attitude and the use of tech in the ninja world. I hope that in the future Naruto will have positive screen time with his son via Boruto. It would be a shame to paint him as a very ambitious child dreaming about being a Hokage who aims to change the world, only to fail miserably as a parent. A parent is not perfect but he/she is not made up of failures, even if you lived with your parent for a day there should be something he gave you – something small, something preciously positive which shaped you. Ok this talking about Dads who actually takes care of you even for a day not the ones abandoning you.

Anyway some screen caps from the movie. Thankfully the Boruto art is different from the manga ones. The manga artwork was quirky. 

There’s Sarada, Boruto!, Chocho and the gang. We get to see them a little younger than they were in the Boruto movie.

 

And spoiler!
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Suddenly a wild Mitsuki appears.

While Orochimaru ran around Konoha with Tenzou in tow,
his child was snooping on Boruto and gang.

 

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April

When life gives you lemon, you squeeze it and make jars of lemonades. Business minded people will sell it while the rest of us drink it under the sunny sky. I think I am one of those who will drink it under the sun. I am not doing any business right now like selling something, or selling things for someone else. I am just not up to it. My past hobby included drawing on shoes, sewing things, making bracelets and many more.  I wrote past because I haven’t done any of it in the past four months, instead I have been writing and drawing weekly since 2017 started. I am in a quandary, should I sell any of the craft supplies I haven’t use or do I use them up until only a small amount left so I don’t feel regret about selling them. I am actually feeling guilty about buying them but not using them. Like wasting money and then getting nothing. I want to achieve something from my abandoned hobby but i haven’t made any advancement at all. Sigh, I should make some brainstorming sessions about this issue of mine rather than let it wallow while the craft supplies rot in the store. Thanks for reading 😦

Working

I am a latecomer. Maybe I should delete that and come to terms that I can change my attitude in coming late to work and start coming on time or before time. I am so demotivated. It’s like what I have done does not matter just because I come half an hour late to work. Like all my worth depended on my time of arrival.

In a real world it sucks to be a late comer. In another world coming to work late would mean returning home late, but not here at all. You are paid to come early so do it. Sobs. I better come earlier than early tomorrow. No more dawdling it seems. Goodbye world I am off to bed and waking up early for the next 270 days to 2018. I know come 2nd January I have to come on time again. Sigh. I don’t know why I am so bad at arriving before 8.30 am.

TV Production vs Office Hour Work

I miss making programs for television or even video production. It’s been twelve years since I did a video project like directing, editing or even holding the camera. The last time I was directly involved was acting as the host for my internal production about five years ago and it was fun. These days I am working as an editor for online content.

The thing about video production is that you have to get out and produce, and the people you work with don’t operate on a 8.30 am to 5.30 pm basis. I am not sure if doing production during office hours only would impair a producer’s / director’s creativity but it’s been traditional that it’s an odd job work. It was as if you have to go home late because your team works late. I found this unappealing and why I am not ready to jump into production.

I am currently working 8.30 am to 5.30 pm and am quite comfortable in this role because I have two kids, a preschooler and not so quite a toddler. The thing is I don’t have night or weekend nanny so I am taking the office hour route. Ok sometimes I arrive later at 9.00 am and onwards still I come back home just before my kid’s daycare closes.

Ok my arguments are useless, there’s no reason why I should not work as a TV program producer. Hell I am just procrastinating here, at my rate the most I would be if I transferred office now would be a Floor Manager or Assistant Producer. Hmmm. I really want to change job scopes but am too afraid to do anything about it.

Before this I blame it on my condition of not knowing and owning a transport, and then I learned how to drive and started driving my own car. Now I am using my kids as the reason behind my reluctance. This is all psychology maybe, and maybe I do need a paradigm shift in 2017. Pray hard that I will have the strength to change this thinking that not working office hour would be a bad thing.

Bye.

I registered as a part time student!

I registered as a student. A few weeks ago I went to the interview and was gladly accepted by the department of Graphic Design or something. Of course this means my dream towards becoming a certified artist is 8 steps closer, 8 steps referring to the eight or more semesters I need to attend, that’s 4 freaking years.

So anyway I paid about 404USD to attend the five month long part time course. My partner kept asking me whether I really am going to do this and after much bickering I ended registering albeit last minute prep. Yeah I am such a procrastinator.

I really need to minimise my activities after this, sell all my craft things. I am so hoarding craft things but not making anything. Time to be productive then.

Writing in English vs native language.

I think I am good in English, written especially though I suck in speaking. I don’t speak English and I hardly speak it in a day. Maybe like one sentence a day, maybe even a phrase only. I rarely speak English because at my workplace we mainly use Bahasa in our daily operations. My best friend even scorned me for speaking in halting English. Sigh, I think she has changed her perception since getting engaged to a Russian guy.

However when it comes to native language, I am more proficient in speaking than writing. That is a given since I live and breathe in Bahasa Melayu, my native language. I am using English as a second language and there’s no place to speak in English so I read and write in English. Right now I am on a roll when it comes to writing fanfiction. There’s less criticism in writing English fanfiction, maybe the only strong criticism coming from oneself. But that’s another story, if you don’t learn to be self critical you’ll have less need to improve and therefore no improvement in the future.

I published a fanfiction in Bahasa Melayu in archive of our own, a fanfiction site and had so far received a few encouraging comments, except for one. The one comment hated the pairing, well I promptly pressed the delete comment button. The point is before this I posted it in Fanfiction.net and only got two comments, and one of them is vague. Now, I think that Archive Of Our Own residents are more receptive than Fanfiction.

Not so further in the future, I am thinking of writing a novel but so far I don’t have a concrete storyline. My most promising prompt now is  two person meeting at 7 years old, 17 years old and 27 years old. The meeting point would revolve around shared values, friendship and maybe marriage. On the other hand, maybe some inserts in failed relationship, maybe one of them or maybe they got married, divorced, meet at 57 and become friends or something. The central theme maybe that life is abstract / specific, love is universal / precious / evil / meaningless.

Well, that’s all. See ya later. I took time off in December but did not do anything regarding writing at all. I am such a failure when it comes to planning. Yeah, I know failure to plan is planning to fail – maybe not in all but at the things you want to do.

 

 

 

Of Children and Free Time

With children the unspoken truth behind their existence is that, the parents have less private times after children. Children are troublesome little creature (parents are too but who likes to blame themselves right, hahhaa), can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

I tried spending a few days without them and I found that beyond three hours, life without them was boring. How did I do it? No, I didn’t leave them behind. I just took a week off and went everywhere that’s not the office. On one day I went to a mall, sat down in one of the appealing looking restaurant, ordered a glass of sugarless watermelon juice and a plate of popia – a rolled up fried pasta containing a variety of veges – with tomyam dip. I tore a page of drawing block and started drawing with ink and brush.

It was bliss the first hour, the second fruitful. The third hour as I finished my drawing, it made no sense to waste time sitting down alone. It was nice while it lasted but it was nicer to have them around and drawing with them. They aren’t the best at behaving around colours and brushes, but I liked to think that I am exposing art to them earlier. My walls are pasted with less than ten artworks by my five year old and I loved it. I wish I could frame them all, I might do that one of these days.

Anyway lesson learned was that these children were the original reason I returned to writing and drawing. I spent a good decade wasting time doing nothing, I had no motivation to draw and write. Ok, I took photography during that time. But now since my cameras are resting pending maintenance, I am drawing. Really all you need is a pencil and paper to draw. I am unlearning to be an imperfect artist, but it’s been hard. Some days I feel like tearing my hair apart when drawing hands was as tough as childbirth. Then sometimes I think that having some free time sans kids was going to be great. Actually time with them was better.

At different time of my life, I do have differing thoughts when it came to ‘me time’ while having kids. These little creatures are my world now, and I think I should start art-ing with them around. While art-ing is ok, though writing with them is a little difficult since writing is a 90 percent focus activity. With art-ing like drawing, you can paint abstract things while telling them to paint circles or lines.

I will embrace my motherhood steadily and angst ridden, since I am a very emotional person. Well, that’s why I write and draw and paint. They are part of who I am and I hope my kids will inherit them too.

Fanart of Speed Of Sound Sonic from One Punch Man.
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