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Wreckers Rollcall: Impactor

when the autobots are in a tight situation they can always count on the Elite Guard to be there as the shining beacons of hope for the battle, the best of the best who by their presence can turn the tide of any battle. but when the best are not enough there is only one team that can do what no other autobot/s can. 
enter the Wreckers. an elite force of Autobots who range from the strategically brilliant to the downright brutal, they are an amalgam of military specialists and triggerhappy maniacs called upon to accomplish the seemingly impossible missions. the first team was assembled under the command of Emirate Xaaron and led by the charismatic Impactor mainly as a shadow-ops team that accomplished assassination and sabotage within the Decepticon ranks. their existence as a team was not recognized up until Operation: Volcano, where they fought against several of the then strongest Decepticon generals. one of them was Straxus. and while they managed to drive them back the Wreckers were not without their losses, half of the original team were terminated (Impactor included) in the battle and those left standing were in no shape to fight for a while. and so they gained the reputation of being one of the most fearless fighters for the autobot cause, at the same time the deadliest to even join. this was passed on to the succeeding generation of Wreckers, who are now led by the Triplechanger Springer, and trained and managed by former Elite Guard officer, Kup.


"To be a Wrecker is to have a Deathwish." ~Impactor


Impactor was the leader of the team and considered to be THE Wrecker. Brave, efficient, and practical, Impactor had no real fear of deactivation and was fiercely loyal to his troops. he likes to fight up close and personal and will see a mission to the very end. though this tenacity often costs him a servo (literally!) and an optic, Impactor soldiers on, determined to stomp down any threat to the Autobot cause. he lost his right arm in one of his early missions but instead of having it replaced with a fully functional hand he chose to outfit it with a melee hook/spike attachment to remind him of how unforgiving war can be and to strike fear into his enemies. while he does use ranged weapons from time to time, his shoulder-mounted charged particle cannon is seldom used, mostly because of the destructive power it wields. upon using it against Straxus and his warriors during Operation: Volcano, it was able to cripple the 1,00 strong Decepticon force into 400 combatants, evening out the battle in favor of the Autobots. when asked by fellow Wrecker Roadbuster as to what sort of weapon was that, Impactor simply replied; "oh, this? it's illegal". truly a force to be reckoned with, he led the Wreckers into one victory after another until his eventual fall at the hands of Straxus but not before the latter was knocked into stasis lock.  

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Youthstock.

That’s what it was called. I attended the Saturday event of the 2010 U.P. Fair a name reminiscent of the Woodstock event of the 70’s, except people smelled better and kept their shirts on, at least that was the case when I was there in the early hours of 6:00pm. Well actually around 7pm, I spent time outside and tried every isaw stand in sight,  and that totaled around 9 sticks, but oh the night was still, young.  And the inside of the fairgrounds were still a bit spacey, not a lot of music fans cheering on their favorite bands, no JJ’s…yet, though I did spot a few wandering around.  One thing I noticed since my freshman year was the overabundance of two booths: food and henna tattoos.  Sure there’s the occasional rides and attractions (ferris wheel, octopus, rock-wall climbing), but you can’t say you’ve been out for a night in the fair without being stuffed or tattooed, at least for some people it is. For me it wasn’t. I was determined to eat as much as I could on a limited budget so I decided to try some of the more unique stalls (speaking of stalls, it seems that I have terrible luck with them; why is it whenever I go around a certain stall for the first time, nobody’s buying anything, but when I get around to buying something from the said stall there’s suddenly a wall of people blocking me?).

Going back to food, I mean I’ve been to Rodics, and I know what a siomai tastes like, but “fried ice cream“? That’s a first for me. I was half expecting something hot and faintly tasting like minola cooking oil but I got something cold and just tasted like regular ice cream. Except rolled in wafers with a spatula over some stove that I suspect was kept freezing with liquid nitrogen, boy the meaning of fried has become so flexible these days. The process was rather simple; I got two scoops of milk powder with water and some flavoring, blended together, poured over that stove like a crepe and like I said before scooped up in to wafers by a pair of spatulas  and served in a cup. I asked for strawberry. I got what tasted like chunky vanilla. That was so not worth 35 pesos. By a quarter to 8, I was by the stage watching the opening acts, some of them said they’d go directly to UPLB for the fair happening there, and I thought that was cool and rather tiring at the same time, and I kind’a felt sorry that the crowd was a bit weak with these acts, and some of the bands were really good, especially the homegrown ones.  Applause was scarce. They weren’t into these guys, they were waiting for sandwich, itchyworms, pedicab and 6 cycle mind.  Or they were just continually distracted by the commercials for Frenzy Condoms showing on the big screens.

  I was only able to stay until 9, and that was when the people were starting to crowd in. bands I took notice of were Escape the Cousteau their guitars were easy on the ears, that  Datu’s tribe whose lead singer had a distinct teenage Axl-Rose voice about him, and had a good set of songs praising the reubenesque women of society(binibining sexy), Not Applicable was a band that had a really rough nigh-unintelligible aussie accent, Top Junk was a performance of sheer character and wild Gwen Stefani-esque  shrieks and vocals, Blue Boy Bites Back was a band that had a cool crooning yet distinctly indie flavor and Tanya Markova… the closest local approximation to the fictional death metal band Detroit Metal City of manga fame that I will likely ever see. Clownish facepaint, leotards, homosexual overtones, and blender-meets-anything that-isn’t-food vocals they were utterly wild…. Those are pretty much the acts that I feel really colored my night. Despite not getting into the fair spirit, and not wanting to be crowded too much, I saw on my way out droves of people coming in to have a good time. Sure the big names were about to take center stage, but really it’s the bands that fly below the mainstream radar that feel ever so fresh and full of ideas and crazy gimmicks that made the night, yeah they didn’t get the just applause they deserve, but they performed to their fullest anyway, to be on stage with professional audio equipment, smoke machines, the works... I’d say that’s at least 60% of what every band ever wants. I don’t listen to music much, in fact the music I listen to is a far cry from what I heard last Saturday, but it made my stay worthwhile. And made me forget about that lackluster ice cream I had. 

There was a booth for both the Boto-Patrollers and the Kabataan Partylist looking for new recruits. I was stationed as a volunteer guy at the Kabataan table, and yes we got a few kids to join in, but the message of Youthstock: Rock, Role, Rights was completely overshadowed by Rock. It seems on a Saturday night the last thing on a kid’s mind is politics.

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i assume too much and confirm very little. 

that's my problem apparently, well one of many that i have. but this is one i'd like to talk more about. 

so.

this day kicks off February 2010, something we normally associate with love, coupling, cards, chocolates,all that. where it's an unwritten rule for everyone to have a significant other, and enjoy their company even more up until Christmas or each other's birthdays. or anniversaries. or monthsari-- you know what? i'll just stop there. the more i think about it the more i feel crappy. then again, why should i be? it's not like i'm the only single human being in the universe, there are plenty of us there looking or not looking. so why should i feel blue about it? it's not because i feel alone, no, i'm surrounded by wonderful, wonderful people. it's about this pressure i feel about myself. 

see when i was attached, there was this feeling i had of someone who could serve as my sounding board and vice versa. i could be all affectionate and intimate and such, even when she was miles away from me. i cherished that, looked forward to it everyday. but at the back of my mind i was always paranoid, always thinking there was someone else she had set her eyes on, and i felt compelled to remind her of my existence, and in the process i became selfish. it strained our relationship and we called it off. we're still in contact but it's all awkward now. looking back i've always been so selfish, paranoid, flat-out suffocating to be with. it just magnifies when i'm in love. somehow i haven't found that one person who i can wholeheartedly love and trust to love me back. no strings, no stipulations... just trust. 

everyday i wake up, pressuring myself to be different, to give space, to be there when it counts, trying to fit myself into this mold i designed, and come out as a presentable partner to anyone interested, and i'm interested with. it shows just how little i know of what it feels to be loved or loving, degrading myself to fit into the hole of someone else's heart until i'm no longer myself but someone's Ken Doll. i assume that's what she'll want out of me, but i'm not even sure that's what she wants. 

always getting into these guessing games, i'm not gonna say anything unless you say something, i won't do this until you do that.... it's a stand-off. and if nothing happens within the given amount of time for the both of us, then it's time to jump ship. another relationship tanked. thanks to me.

even if i believe that out there, is my better half, i'm too impatient. i want it now and forever, it's like i want to finish off my list of things to do before i die before i reach 25. it's like i want it all to happen, and then i'll happily surrender myself to death all happy and shit. 

i'm blue because i can't find love, i can't find love because i won't let it find me, and i won't let it find me because i don't want to play the waiting game. 

that's the pressure on myself. 

well, i guess i'll have to make a deal with myself, i won't succumb to the February Fever, but by the end of it i'll be happy. even happier than i started. i'll find cause for this happiness and i'll savor that until next year when i go through this month all over again. 

things'll work out, for the meantime i'm determined to live a life.