First of its Kind

Drock: man, why do you insist on blurting out nonsense and saying things that’ll just make you appear stupid? Brosco was just being nice to when you uttered those complete nonsense which also happen to contradict what you said before that.

Manuel: what, don’t you think that it’s fun…? I enjoyed the company and I wanted the conversation to last longer. Besides, we’d get to see how people respond to it.

Drock: well, I think it’s dumb. You know clearly how people will view you after that….right? It would be even harder for you to keep company in the future, if this goes on.

Manuel: I don’t care, bitch. Not now, right now, I am carefree.

Origami: Guys, my head is still heavy from last night and I went to many magnificent colorful places, places that even exceed imagination.

Drock: we believe you, simply because we’ve been to those places before hahaha.

Manuel: Hey Ori, what is the color of light?

Origami (heavy headed): erm, something that lights up the dark? That should be the color of light, right.

Manuel: Goon answer, ori!

Origami: You know what I realized? I like, ‘strawberry fields’ or whatever they call it. From now on I am just going to feel good. Spend all my time on feeling good and spend all my money to feel good. Screw the everyday 9-5 job. Screw the people. My dad told me to enjoy every second of my life, now I know what he meant. This feels so right, I am happy I found life’s true meaning.

Drock: that was a mouthful, despite the fact that you won’t remember any of the things you just said in a few hours time.

Manuel: there’s no use questioning someone who’s numb. Hey Drock, lets go somewhere else man. He answers even when he's not questioned. That’s not right.

Origami: The masses aren’t right most of the time. They’re just followers of fools. Remember guys, there’s only pain and pleasure in this life. Choose pleasure instead.

Manuel: very profound Ori. We are all hedonistic after all. I mean most people whether they’re aware of it or not. I prefer being a utilitarianist. Sounds cooler doesn’t it?

Origami: Ouchh! The sun up there is pinning me down, I feel weak and my head feels like it’s about to burst. I better leave now. This is me avoiding pain guys. See yea.

Drock: alright, later then. Avoid pain while you still can. Bye-bye.
Manuel, look there goes Jin and Joy. Word is, these two are so low on confidence that they seized to care about their appearance and they built an invisible shell on how close one can get to them. They shower though. Try questioning them, just don’t get too close.

Manuel: Guys, I heard that a monk in China chose not to shower. She believed that by doing so, it’ll help her with the longevity of her life. But I think she’s already dead now. Do you think her speculations had any truth in it?

Jin and Joy: …….

Drock: Ha-ha, Nice going man. They just walked away and hated you. People are so sensitive and full of themselves. Having said that, I think you got too close to them. I told you to keep a distance. They usually respond when they’re talked to.

Manuel: I figured that it would be disrespectful to talk from afar. It was a dumb question anyways. Isn’t it weird that I am talking to you?

Drock: you’ve started questioning me now?

Manuel: isn’t it weird talking to you when you and I are one?

Drock: it would seem so. I’ll be gone in a short time though. I can’t be with you all the time you know.

Manuel: yeah I can feel the effects wearing off already. It gets lonely and dark you know, not having company and when I am with you ideas just keep flowing in and my mind keeps active, the things around me so lively and colorful. Not to worry; I will find you again.

Manners in My Manor

I remember watching this before. Not too long ago, there were two main characters of the same, one older and the other one younger --Joined by other personalities.

I think I finally understand now; there was no outer interference, no bizarre phenomenon. I was afraid and felt the fright because of the state of my mind / my mental state. The uneasiness and discontentment turned into fear. I couldn’t bring myself to turn off the light in the room. I even had the door opened. Having the feeling of someone watching over me, waiting for the right time to make it self-visible to me and reveal its ugliness. I was almost certain that there was a presence.

Ever since I was a kid, I was fascinated by those flying tins up in the sky. The loud sound it emits notifying its arrival. The blaring sound that once was a disturbance now turned into a norm due to the constancy of it. It seemed so far up, so distance that I longed for it. We all somewhat go for the things that are too far to reach. It gives a sense of motivation and longing I suppose.

I try to comfort myself by telling myself that everyday is a new day and you never know what you can learn or gain the next day. Patience and contentment, those are the two vital things that a man’s got to set as his motto. Be patient and content with what you have. That’s what the book said.

Even when I was small I wanted to escape from reality. I guess that happened naturally as a defense mechanism of sort. My next-door neighbors were a bunch of young stewards and stewardess. They’d come and go almost at anytime of the day or night. They always seemed busy and on the run. I’d just look at them in awe. Sometimes a couple of them came over to our place, they’d tell about their experiences and how foreign men tried to harass them. For some reason I always felt that people on the run who appear to be busy appeared cool and with a mission to do something equally cool.

I have to wake up early the next morning. It’s already 2 am and I am still with my eyes opened. If there was a being, why does this being, being so inclined on bugging me? Not wanting me to have my rest?

I also started to realize that I had a weak mind. Often when I was alone, with no one around, in a confided space-- My fear emerges through the dark and portrays itself. All sorts of thoughts and images come to life. I knew that something had to be done. Nurul, told me that it was a symptom of disorder.

My imagination ran wild, especially when I was trying to run away from something. I’d picture a huge plane crashing on a nearby hill. And that I would run towards it and everyone else just didn’t exist. It was just the plane and I. As I ran towards it, the door opens up and a few stewardesses came out and take my hand. They lead me to the plane with giggles and we enjoy eating the snacks from the plane. All my troubles were forgotten. I was a late bloomer by the way.

I wanted everything I did and do had a meaning and a significant value to it. Ironically most things I did and do proved the opposite. I wanted to find answers but I am stuck without a single resolve. Are my problems permanent and insoluble?

Nowadays when I hear the roaring engine of a plane, I look up at dark sky and look at the blinking lights. I am still amazed, so far away, so high up, always with a destination and a goal, so purposeful and respectable.

Sometimes I wish that a man’s purpose would be as simple as machines.

What difference?

So this guy in a movie said, “What’s a difference between a porcupine and a luxurious car? With the car the prick is in the inside.”

Having said that, I have no qualms against rich people... In case anyone decides to judge that is.

I was at the clinic and the doctor said that I don’t have a fever but an allergy. Before I could ask what, he said that I am still able to work. Having heard that my chest sank and I was so caught up that I totally forgot to ask what I am allergic to. Anyhoo, I got an MC, I guess he was just messing with me. I also got a tiny bottle of nose drops. That was a first, who puts stuff in their nose? I guess I do.

I don’t normally promote movies, but people should watch, “Little Miss Sunshine”. It’s good.

Recently I came to think that the majority is not always right. Wait, before I thought, I watched a documentary and also read about it. So I am not a fan of democracy anymore. I don’t know if I ever was.

I am reading a book that requires me to pay attention to every single word. This also means I have to know the meaning of every word. Troublesome and tiring but the contents are new and educational, compared to the book’s age and condition. We’ll see how that goes. More than often I am more easily distracted with the pile of DVDs at home.

Okay, that’ll be it. I prefer writing stories.