How to Summon My Inner Monster

If people choose the person they love, they should also choose the people they argue with. I have my own ideals when it comes to those whom I fight with. Because there are those which, if you argue with but are not on the same level as you, are worth "breaking up" with.
I love a person who is good in arguments. Yes, I can even love my enemies. There are people who know the right words to counter attack my words. Those are the people I like. Those whom I argue with but at the same time has a point. I got my own point and, possibly, the enemy got one, too. And even if there isn't any, at least, at the end, one agrees to be (or at least) defeated. I fight at my mightiest, as long as it's a logical argument and in context, but when I know that my point is not as better as the one I am arguing with, I stop.
I know when to stop.
But what I really hate are those people who argue with me for the sake of just arguing---not for the sake of getting his or her logical point across. I'm, talking about those people who go beyond context, who talk about something else that is not really relevant to the topic at hand.
Let's say, for example, that you two are arguing about why a guy does not deserve a trust because he is a user (sounds familiar? Nah, just popped into my mind *wink*.) And then, the one you are arguing with (Let's call this person, the opponent) suddenly starts telling you, "Well, your mother sucks!" or "GAY!" or "People do not like you, shut up!" or maybe, starts throwing things at you literally. What's the whole point of such lines in an argument? Yeah, just to piss us off. They resort to calling us names or talking about things that are not relevant to the argument at hand by attacking us just so they can think that they can win it.
But actually, no. It's the other way around. You see, if we argue in-context, we get the privilege of being a good fighter. But if we start doing things that are not related to what the argument is, that means that we are the LOSERS. Because when a person starts talking about other things, he or she knows that he cannot fire back anymore. This is the moment that the opponent chooses to kick inside the boxing ring. He or she knows he is losing, he needs to fire back with something illogical, unreasonable, and on topmost, naive.
But the question is, how do we respond. Do we stick our tongues out and put our thumbs on our heads as our fingers wave in the air? Do we pull our pants down and slap on our asses?
Now, I am not a violent person.. But once things get out of hand (like what the opponent does,) I think it's time for Plan V... Not plan B... Plan V.. Violence.
Just kidding. Not a right kind of piece of advice. But all I can say is, it's just me. It's just that when I get really pissed off due to illogical rants, I go totally ballistic.
The monster sleeps... But the monster inside awakens in time. So, do not dare summon it.

Jump on The Stage

Dressed up and ready to go somewhere which is not a house I was that Sunday afternoon as I headed to Gabby's house. I had no idea what all the other peeps were planning on that day but I had that little craving to go out and rock. So I dragged boyish Gabby, bestfriend Taylor, and tall lanky Jace. They weren't really planning for anything done outside but I convinced them to go out at a mall where our friend, Judy, works as a manager of a certain pastry shop. She, then, tagged along as our feet took us to a restau bar.
With some negotiations with our contributions, we managed to have enough for our dinner and booze. Pizza, beers, gin, sisig, and eye candies promised a good night ahead. Bands were playing at a stage and we found love with one band that had a guest list that favored our tastes. We had the guts to talk to the band, tell them how much we loved their gig, and managed to make friends with them (or at least, with the very awesome vocalist.)
Then, I was eyeing this chic with whom I had no guts of talking to. So I gulped a lot of power booster to lose a little of my shame and successfully gave my number written on a Vampire Diaries post card that Taylor found inside the bar. My card was rejected. I don't know if I was considered "too drunk," "too rude," or that chic just hated Vampire Diaries. I'm not even sure if its contents were read. Well, at least, I did something... BUT IT WAS NOT ENOUGH. I'm such a loser when it comes to hook ups.
The night was still young when Judy had to go home after spending the rest of the time just watching us have a fine night. Maybe, she was really that tired or she was worrying about her cute son who was sick that time. But, when you are at a party, YOU OUGHTA PARTY! Oh, well... That's just my opinion, not hers... So what the heck.
There was this one guy who all of a sudden just talked to me... inside the bathroom. Not interesting-looking, short, common face... I don't know how the conversation started but it was just there. I even forgot how it ended.
Then, we had the rest of the night jamming with the songs from the bands. Our table was filled with head-banging dancing freaks. Later that night/early morning, we managed to dance on the dancefloor. But I did not choose the floor, I chose the stage where I took solo of the music (I loved it when the DJ jammed on "Jump" by Nelly Furtado.) After some songs, I was requested to go off the stage which I took hands up and respectfully.
As we walked in the parking place, my friends suddenly stopped for a while with a reason I don't really recall. The stop just made my back kiss the earth. I just wanted to lie there. I have no idea how my friends managed to get my phone and photograph me at that moment. Jace even went on top of me which made the security come to stop the mess. I saw my photo "punching" Jace with what he's doing---it was embarrassing!
We walked our way to find a taxi as we talked and yelled about the security in a huge space at the mall.
"Well, if you are gonna have some bars in your mall, you gotta expect that people will be lying on the ground and all!!!" I yelled at nobody, voice resounding on the huge walls.
"Yeah, nice job, security! Nice job!" Gabby added. And we went on and on and on.
Boring, right? I want to do more than that this weekend.

The "wtf" Post

"No!" said my good side, who is off to bed at this moment.
"I am gonna say what I want to say, and there ain't no phucka to stop me!" replied the devil in me.
I am in a constant fight between my good and evil right now. It is that sweet taste of alcohol that is taking over and there ain't not a single halo that can stand on my head tonight.
There is this huge proclamation I am about to reveal: I will never be in a relationship ever again with the feeling of "LOVE".
I don't know. It's not fear anymore. It's not that feeling that I fear of falling in love again and knowing then chance of getting hurt. It's that egoistic side telling me that no one deserves somebody like me. Whether you take the term "somebody" positively or negatively, I fucking don't care. I dare someone to come up and tell me that I'm the one but certainly nobody can handle my "flaws" (if "flaws" here means having concerns with the environment, being extraordinary, or being in the "rational" and "logical" side of an argument).
No, I don't have any problem with people around me who are in love, I'm proud of them. But for me, I can feel that I want to make a decision---a hasty one--that I will never love again. That it should not be part of my life. It's that hole----that hole that eats my dignity (I guess). Stop it! These thoughts, I don't know, they keep on coming, they're life lightning hitting me----they say that lightning does not strike at the same place twice--but here it is. They hit me hard, NO PAIN---just a thought that I don't want to fall again.
It's crazy!! I wanna puke right now! I just don't know myself at this moment! But I know for sure, that when the time comes that I fall for someone, I'll make sure that we both have the same level of excellency... or maybe the other is even higher...
GRrrrrrr! I can't stop typing..qwerwjgrngeerjnigrjRIPHNR

Coco Crunched

Being a good follower of my musings, you could easily trace the times when I shared that the spice in my head is drifting away or that it occurs occasionally. Probably, it is also one of the reasons why Everything E is not as active as before ('before' here translates as "the times I was doing blogs since "Anything But Ordinary" to "Pornography of My Inner Universe"). There is really something wrong with my head. Of course, there is. But the problem is, when I summon that inner power and that magnanimous spirit, it seems like it is in a deep slumber and rarely manages to bat my head.
A little conscious about it, I struggled months ago to know what is causing all this lack of omnipotence. The first thing I blamed, to be honest, is being in a relationship with someone not of my own mental level (the description given here means someone with a head gear of a 10-year-old). Those were the times that I tried to go down to that shmuck's level so that we can enjoy the same stuff (but it does not mean I lost myself completely--I love myself and will never utterly lose it). The second thing I blamed was the games I was playing. It was kind of irrational but I somehow pondered if games can really affect the way we think... in a negative way. Of course, games can help us develop our way of thinking, but, don't they also affect us negatively at some point? I still don't know. The third thing where I pointed my finger was Facebook. Don't ask.
I don't know if this is really normal, yet I am not in the first place. This is that point in time that I wish a manual came along when I was born. Now, all I know are human malfunctions (not disorders.. okay, disorders). But actually, the problem I guess is that I am too reactive rather than being proactive. I need to inquire about this strange phenomenon. When the Net is in front of me, there's one answer for asking questions: Yahoo Answer (Sorry, not Google... Goggle is not an answer, it is a search engine). My fingertips pounded on the keys and then they started hitting backspace...
Okay, so, how do you ask about losing your mind? Hmm... Now, that sounds crazy. Crazy indeed.
This is going nowhere. Somehow, I need to find a solution for this downfall of eminence. I have reserved my talents all these years in me and now, without even having the ability to touch the tips of success, my immortality is already... *gasp*... My immortality is slowly fading!
I'm becoming human.
I was never warned that this will happen to me. After all these years of doing favor for the Unknown by sinking me deep into the trenches of everything earthly and letting me store information necessary for their own understanding of humans and the Earth, I never thought that there is a possibility that I will become one of... them. No, I don't have a problem with humans, but the thing is, I can never survive here being one.
But let's go back to the main idea. Really, there is that big (I'm hesistant in saying "huge"; it might alarm me) loss inside my Inner Universe. Or is it that the portals are under damage control? Hmmm... The word 'damage' is alarming, too.
Now, I learned that I have a task for the next few days (or make it weeks and months): to find my old self back. That person who is better than the one strumming on these keys. That person whose head gear does not run out of explosives and fireworks. That person who can summon the tiny great words and teach them how to behave like gods---- Where art thou? This is when the search starts. I don't like pressuring myself, so, let me say, I shall give myself a week to end this hide and seek.
But of course, I am not going to leave you guys hanging; With or without "it", I shall struggle to muster all the energy left in my coconut shell.
Wait, did I say coconut shell? Oh no...

Booked Face

We used to think that the Internet is that thing that people would think is everything. We were wrong. We had no idea that it will give birth to something so phenomenal that people will forget its mother: Facebook. Everyone's been checking out their friends' and crushes' statuses and the latest applications that everyone has been crazy about. Suddenly, even I had that time that I can't get enough of Facebook. I wanted to be updated 24/7 (I still do, now that I got mobile net and Facebook is for free).
Suddenly, everyone has stopped living in reality. Now, you don't see them outside. They spend their time chatting with their pals online, poking each other virtually. So, somehow, the interesting creatures involved in my people watching (the norms) can no longer be found harassing the streets of social climbing spots. They're there in the comfort of their own home (or shall I say, cafes). But suddenly, that flickering light bulb on my head came on in a jolt: Aha! Facebook made my job easier: I can people watch at Facebook.
Yeah, Facebook brought me a larger hodgepodge of people whether to love for or to spit at. They are all here! It is interesting to note that you don't see them move here but you see them do exhibitions in front of cameras (exhibition here means slanting your face and shooting yourself on bird's eye-view to get your from-atop-sideways-good-angle-even-if-it-isn't look---I do that sometimes, too, to annoy myself). There are really people really think they still got even a tiny fragment of beauty when they flash cameras on their faces. That's nice. Yeah, nice.
Also, there are people who keep on posting their feelings toward someone whether it would be anger, love, or, missing someone. It just makes me wonder why most of them are those people who cannot really speak in real life. Are they really just good at posting status on Facebook? Is that all they can do for themselves? Why do they sound cool in Facebook status and do not sound like anything at all in real life? Do they wish that they just live in Facebook and never go out of there?
And then there are those who keep you updates about them 24/7 (24/7 this time means twenty four posts in seven minutes). They are those people that tell you that they have just finished washing dishes, they have just closed the door from the bathroom, or they have just took a glance at the window to see nothing. Now, don't get me wrong, I myself do this but not, as in, TOO MUCH. I just say what I want to, and I bet this is what they are also going to say if they read this. But the thing is, do we really need to know everything?
Facebook may be everything for some people but everything is never Facebook. I have nothing against this site nor to all members of it. Hey, Facebook is cool. I didn't write this to diss anyone. I'm writing because I always write about my observations. And it's cool that I get to be connected with all of my friends and know things about them even if we don't meet anymore. I'm not writing to say that Facebook's members stupid or immature or anything... I just think that it is entertaining! The next time I want to talk about something, I just search my “favorite people”, know what' up with them, and I'm on it. You can't blame all these people; it's their escape from the cruel world. Now, let me look for the plug... hmmmmm.....

The Yin Yang Glasses

"(The world's image) depends on how you see it."
Somebody told me this after my reaction with is statement that all people fling and cheat. The sentence hit me in general. It was like a huge mallet that blew my head off for the next thirty seconds. After so many things that I have been writing about the world, suddenly, I thought that my words were only created upon my own belief that the world is round and that everyone collides with the same people without even realizing.
That people are bacteria that have infested parts of the earth.
That there are really humans that act like animals almost completely.
That crime should exist to remind us that there should be safety.
That sickness exists to remind us about health.
And so on...

This conversation was through chat so, instead of my usual quick response to people, I was taken aback. It felt like my hands were negative charged magnets repelled by positively charged keyboards.

And so ,I thought, "Does it really depend on how we see things?"

I am a person with an open mind. I welcome people's opinions. That's why this was something that somehow clogged my mind because it found its opponent inside me but I welcomed both of them to the same room. Yeah, the image of the world may look like how you see it. If you see rainbows and butterflies, you'll get it. But of course, remember this: Denying facts won't make them even half the opinions you want them to be. If you see all rainbows and butterflies, you still can't change the fact that dark smoke is inhabiting your lungs or that the weather does not go the way you want it to be.

Still, there are facts we need to face. People are full of opinions. But at the end of the day, facts will still come to haunt you. They are mostly things unchangeable.

People start to believe that I am a person with so many criticisms about the world. First, let me tell you that I'm not perfect and I love learning. Second, everything I say are just what I see in things. They are hodgepodge of facts and opinions. Not all things I say are true but not everything I say is an opinion. I just exist to remind people that whatever it is you're trying to deny, it is still there in front of you, staring back at you, and I have a tiny third eye to see them. People explain at their finest to excuse themselves from the things they do not want to accept for themselves or about the world. I'm here just to remind you that somehow, you still need to work on them and if possible, get rid of them.

I'm not a person who sees the world as all dark clouds and blood; I see the world just as how it is. It's not completely dirty---nor it is completely beautiful. Nothing is entirely evil and nothing is utterly good. That's the best thing about our world: It's just right.

Love Is Not Forever

Do never promise the person you love that you will that person forever. You can never tell. Maybe I'm just overgeneralizing but there are really people who, at first, fall in love with you but at then end, falls out of love.
I used to think that this is not true. I used to believe that when a person strongly loves you, that person would not let go off you no matter what. But, it seems to me that nothing is predictable when it comes to unusual relationships.
Now I came to my new belief that you should never promise a person that you will love him or her forever. Things change. A they say: "Change is the only constant thing in the world."
But of course, I still believe in love. That's why I say this: I don't believe in "I love you forever" but I believe in "I love you". Let us be contented of what our loved ones can give us at the moment. No promises: it is only a sign that you want to secure your future. Well, who doesn't? But the thing is, you should never expect that a relationship would end in a nice way. Of course, when you truly love each other, you need not promise that in the future, it would still be you and him/her. As long as there is love at present, it's enough to make each other feel it. You do not need to worry about tomorrow.
Anyway, I am not discouraging anyone not to promise their loved ones about loving forever. It is just my opinion. You are free to say whatever. But in the end, don't come telling me that you should have took my advice.
Love is not forever.. It is unpredictable... But, love should be held strong to make it last.
Smite me!