Fantasy is such a beautiful word...

I just finished a novel. It's Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere, a fantasy/suspense about an underground reality where the baronies and fealties still exists and danger lurks in every corner. A whole family slaughtered, except for one daughter, who seeks to avenge her family's demise. An ordinary man with a boring life, one day helps the girl, who soon leads him to the Underside in a quest to get his life back.



Spoiler Warning: If you are reading the book or plans on reading it, don't read the next paragraph.

In the end, Islington, the conniving fallen angel is defeated, and the murderers of Door's parents along with him. Door and Richard, the protagonist, learns that there is indeed a way for Richard to return to his normal life. He chooses to go back to Upper London and says his goodbyes to Door. About a week of leading a normal life, he misses the adventures from the Underside and the novel ends with a door opening with the Marquis de Carabas, calling him to the portal to the Underside.


Spoiler ends.

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So... what's the meaning of my mindless babbling about a novel? Well, it's something to do with how fucking boring reality is.

I've seen so many novels, movies, graphic novels/mangas, flash animations, and other medias that has expanded my imagination to immeasurable proportions and how I envy the characters in those stories. I have seen Drama and Romances, Horror and Macabres, Action and Suspense, and a shitload more of other genres, and I envy each and everyone of them. The magic and monsters, the romance and betrayals, the clashing of realities and faiths... ARGH!!!! Just thinking of them makes me love fantasy more!

And after reading or watching these medias, I return to reality...

And thats it. The magic is gone, the monsters turned to tabloid headlines, the hot fantasy chicks turns into a hot chick that doesn't even know you exist. The reality of superiority, money, death, and boredom kills the fantasy and we go through our everyday lives, living the same day all over again.

And again...


And yet again...



Sum it up? Reality sucks hard. I'd prefer living a dream than living in a boring, boring shithole you call reality.

Prose.

He is a guy.

He is a 17.

He is a normal guy born of a poor-turned-upper-class family.

He is easy to talk to, confident, happy-go lucky, handsome, and pious.

He is insane, wild, sadistic, depressed, and interested in the occult.

He is loved by most and favored by many.

He is loathed by "friends" and betrayed by all.

He is romantic and sweet.

He is single and perverted.

He is deep, smart, and philosophically and theologically intellectual.

He is shallow, a high school drop out, and an ignoramus

He is not one, but two.

But They are one.

Irritating. Just damn Irritating.

Recently, this past weeks I've been more depressed and irritable...






...And that's it. I'm just fucking irritated.



I ask myself why, but I can't explain. And when I ask myself things I should be happy for, I don't have any either...

I hate because I care, and sometimes I just don't want to care anymore. But no matter what, I still care (Damn me for being the ever helpful, goody-goody type). But why do I care so much for even people that can't give anything back to me? For no apparent human reason, I care. And people are taking advantage of me because of that and I still don't stop caring.

I also love making plans. I like to plan a meeting, a gig, a job, a building, or anything, but nothing just seems to work out. According to Al Hollingsworth, a successful entrepreneur, people fail for three reasons: a) They don't have a plan, b) they don't stick with the plan or c) they move too slow.

But If I may, I would like to add that people fail for one more major problem: People of higher authority and/or power destroys the plan. It can be a parent, an official, or even a spirit or maybe even God, but surely, someone is there to fuck up the plan.

And what can we do about it?

Nada

Zero

NONE.

Unless you can disobey or kill that higher power, your plan is on a one way trip to hell.

Article 4: I'm Friggin' Bored

Once, when we were young (like 4 year old young), we never had a dull moment.

We go out, go to the nearest kid we see, becomes best friends under 5 seconds, and play and shriek till our lungs collapse. Then when, by accident (or is it?), we hurt each other, we turn into PVP mode, beat the living hell out of each other, then our moms will come and scream the living shit out of each other. In the end, we go home, eat (if the dinner wasn't composed of icky-yucky moving muck our parents call "vegetables"), sleep, then wake up, just to go out again and meet with your best friend, forget the shit you two got into the day before, and play and scream again to our hearts content.

Those were the best friggin' days of our short, possibly useless lives, aside from when our parents are drunk, mad, or just happened to like spanking or beating us to the quarter inch of our life.

But now, we can't seem to even enjoy watching television (the government's way of brainwashing us with "reality shows" to make us forget the shit they do to our country), playing video games, or even listening to music. Even those with "girlfriends/boyfriends" (fucking lie, they just want to get into each other's pants) can't enjoy "quality time" (meaning is up to you) with each other.

I am currently just a college student. If I'm bored with life at this age, what more when I reach my forties?

Oh, help me God....


P.S: I have already forgotten about the people who scammed and took my stuff, so I won't write about them anymore...

ARTICLE 3 carte 1: My Idiotacy

Just now, like just 2 hours ago, I've been scammed.



I've been scammed.






I'll let it sink in for a while:








I've been scammed...









~interlude (currently cursing... a lot...)~


I, who have an above average Intelligence Quotient (possibly genius... just a possibility, not implying), have been scammed.

Here's an elaboration through a monologue:


Me: Hey dood, have I mentioned blah blah blah blah blah....?

Friend: Not yet. I think you just blah blah blah blah blah...

*Some random guy shows up

Random Guy (RG): Hey guys! Can I talk to you for a second?

Us: uhhh... yeah, we could spare a second. What's up?

RG: We're school club volunteers who have been searching this area for some frat members who molested one of our sister sorority member. We need you guys to look at some pictures at our hangout place down at McDonalds to see if you ever saw those people.

~WHAT? SCHOOL CLUB VOLUNTEERS??? IN PARTNER OF SORORITIES? WHAT FUCKING SCHOOL LETS CLUBS BE INVOLVED WITH FRATS/SORORITIES?


Sorry for the commentary... I can't help it... Carry on...~

RG: Will you help us?

Us: uhhh... yeah, we have nothing to lose anyway...

~Or so we thought... Damn it... carry on~

*RG lets us move to somewhere semi-secluded and meets with another random guy (RG2)

RG2: Hey! I got someone else to help us in our search!

RG: OK, nice... lets go to the meet point where we should meet the other guy.

*We now go to a secluded area... the Wash aka "Wish Wash". Some guy was already there, looking like us who looked like wet, confused kittens...

RG: Now, our sorority sister, the one who will show you the pictures, is at Mc Donalds down the road. She has been attacked once already, so we are acting in protection for her. Put all the items in your pockets in your bag and we will take care of it.

~I've been suspicious at that point. Why not just go there with us so in case we do attack the fugly bitch, they could protect her. If she does exist, by the way...~

*The guys said we should go there only on at the time, for no actual cited reason. The other guy who was said to be another one like us, goes first. After some "phone calls" with the "sorority sister" (btw, the phone didn't FUCKING RANG!!! THE DAMN BASTARD JUST PUT THE PHONE IN HIS EAR AND STARTED TALKING ABOUT THE OTHER GUY BEING THERE!!)
and after about 3 mins (which the time to reach the Mc Donalds by running is 10 minutes), he comes back, gets his stuffs, and was said to sit down.

RG: Now its you guy's turn. Leave your stuff with the other guy (Decoy) and we will return your stuff after getting a calling card where you should contact us just in case you saw or will see those guys.

Me: Why do we have to go together? Can't I be left to take care of my friend's things?

RG2: (seems agitated) NO! Its against the rules!

~FUCK? WHAT ARE YOU, A REFEREE? SINCE WHEN WAS THERE RULES?~

Me: Ok! Just chill! I was only asking...


RG: (tries to assure us) What he actually meant was you guys got here together, right? Then won't it be bad it I sent only one of you guys alone? In case some shit happens, who will be there for the other, right?

Friend: ok... fine...

~now is the stupid part...~

*We left our valuables with the random guys and the decoy and went to Mc Donalds. We got there, looked stupid for a sorority girl, then realized...

Friend: Dood... do you think we have been...

Me: ...scammed...

Us: OH SHI-

*We ran back to where they were, but obviously, they are now gone.... with our stuff...



Why... WHY, GOD? WHY!!!!!!



*explanation and some insights in carte 2...

ARTICLE II: Just who am I?

Last time (roughly 20 minutes ago), I introduced you to the weird, crazy shit where I exist, which is my own world. Yeah, yeah, call me a retard, but please also realize that you are another retard because only retards can know what a real retard is.

Do I really exist? Yes. Only retards ask that question.

Am I really a nobody? Yes, because you don't really know me in person, so I am just a nobody to you.

Other questions like my biodata (real name, age, sex, etc.) and my personality will be up to you to make one up. After all, who would believe some guy posting weird stuff and being so damn brave while wearing a mask? I am, to people who really don't know me, an anonymous. So if I say something great here, most probably it would be given credit to the John Doe called Anonymous (or anon, if you feel tire saying that or if you can from a forum called 4chan).

A giant clue: here's a picture of mine...


Now, like I said, its up to you to believe whether I'm that guy or not. For you, who can't see the face behind the screen, cannot really know if this person is really me, because I'm a nobody for you.


By the way, that place is in Israel. I forgot what event happened in that place, but all I can remember is that it was so boring I preferred playing a PSP.

Now, perhaps you can guess my nationality, my age, most certainly my gender, and mysocial status. But like I said, yo can only guess.


I really like making heads hurt with all this mind fucks.

Hey! I just gave an idea on what my personality is! Maybe I'm a sadistic retard making other people think they are the retard!

Maybe...


Like I said... guess.

ARTICLE I: Welcome to my World

Ah, a blog.

An online diary where you can say shit and complaints about your personal world and let people commentate on it.


Here I am, a heterosexual, normal, kinda handsome and popular guy with seemingly no problem with his world...





....writing a blog.





~interlude~



You obviously know that being in "your own world" means you are retarded (I just elaborated for people who don't understand) and it is offending to be called having your own world.

Well, for me, it is actually not offending. Actually, I kinda enjoy people saying that because it took the fuckers so long before they realize that. And I find it really fucking funny because they surely haven't realize yet that they are on their own world.


Listen guys... We all live in our own world. We are self-obsessed bastards that don't give a fuck about others. Most probably, you'll say: "What the hell is this guy saying? We are social people! He doesn't even know us and here he is preaching like he already know us!", but that line you said right their proves your argument has already lost. A REAL unselfish person will ask "I wonder what happened to this guy and why he has this problem..." or "I think this guy needs our help". Thanks for the offer, but I don't need it. Well, as if anyone will ask those questions to someone who is acting so high and mighty.

No, I'm not being a total ass and acting like a god, but merely saying the truth. We are trapped in our own world, with only us to control it. If you don't get what I am saying, then you are a slave to the circumstances.

We don't realize we have total control of our own world because we bind ourselves to norms. We fear that if others don't do it, then we will just look like assholes and be humiliated.

If your line of thinking is really like that (most probably, it is), then you need a change of lifestyle.

Go ahead... Get yourself wet in the rain even while wearing expensive and fashionable clothes and have a good laugh. Kiss your lover in public. What if people look at you? You both have possession of each other, so what do they care? Do something stupid and tell it to a girl who looks too beautiful for you. We don't know... perhaps that person is afraid to express herself and needs someone to help her get a hang of life. Plus, you scored a hot chick.





My last words for the readers: OWN YOUR OWN WORLD.