obviously

Nothing makes me jealous but an orange. :-)
Well, at least I don't think there's anything else...

This I fear

Well, I have been scared of jellyfish(es?) since that time at the beach. I quite panicked. It looked more pale than pink and it was just floating around... It wasn't really doing any harming. But I sort of got this feeling it was dangerous so I quite literally and embarrassingly ran for my life. Yeah, it sounds really lame. But there you go.

charmed

I met Zonvelf in Apollo. I was only eight years old. It's been nine years, hasn't it? What a great friendship. Well, I met him at school, (or possibly, before that, actually) so I don't have much to say. He was the new exchange student... his hair and skin and mannerism were different. The five of us were charmed.

All this talk about love

I don't know what it is... Or, you know, I don't completely understand it.
I mean, Saki said I was her "first love". I didn't even notice, before. I just thought she was annoying. I did think she cared way too much about what I did... but is that what it means? Caring about a person? Is that love?

If that's it, then I think I have someone in mind. My "first love", if I'm not mistaken, was when I was six. Churika left me at some place, in the care of this woman she knew. The woman was kind of cold, and always busy. But she was beautiful... and she took me to some temple every Sunday. She always scolded me when I caused trouble (which is why I grew kind of timid), but I know that she's kind, deep down. I really cared a lot about her. When she wasn't home yet, I wondered where she was...maybe she got into trouble? And I remember giving her a few stuff I randomly found and liked (embarrassing, when I think about it)...I could tell she didn't like them, but she accepted them.
But I was only a silly little boy and she was a fully grown woman. With a huge mansion.

I wonder how she's doing...

Oh Luca

                                                     it's so fucking cute. :>


ahem.
So this blog will be about Luca, because I feel guilty about leaving him out on the previous blog. Luca and I grew up in the same town, and I stayed at their house while my mother was away... so Luca is like a brother to me. And his father is like an uncle, which is what I call him... "uncle"... it feels weird to call him "uncle" now, though, since it's been a long time since I last saw him. And I'm not the same small boy who ran to him all excited and jumping around and things. So... yeah. Awkward.

Luca is a quiet-but-not-shy type of guy. He is mostly passive and in a bad mood. I was a very happy-go-lucky type of kid so we totally clashed. If it were a cartoon, he'd be the smart one and I'd be the stupid one. You know.

Riiight now... we rarely get to talk to each other (we do, of course, but not like back then) because Jan is always hogging him. Whenever I ask about Jan, though, he's very enthusiastic (like, you know, in a reserved kind of way)... He's much verbal about their relationship compared to Jan Jan. Heh. What a shy boy, Jan Jan is.

OMA!

...Oh my Apollo.

I was...I have been... No, I am... Really self-absorbed. How could I have missed such an obvious trait? What the hell is wrong with me?
I was reading this book and it was explaining in small details about the relationship of the characters with each other... And so it got me thinking with my relationship with the others then and now... The first person who entered my mind was Saki.

and boy was my mind a blank.

I really don't speak to her anymore. How can our relationship be described? Not only her, too. I've lost contact with most of my friends before. I've been so busy about thinking of myself, lately, that I'm not even thinking at all! :o... I need to spend time with people. :(

Guitar

So... I've been bored with nothing to do. And I've been waiting for reports from Zonvelf (see his blog for more information).

And since I was SO bored, I decided to play the guitar. I am the lead guitar in the HB's, after all. I tried playing "I like it" by Iglesias... but... It's not going too gracefully. :-(

Well, all the other songs are going great so I'm still in high spirits! :-)

I made a video!

I made a video of some of the picture of 2009 - 2010. It was pretty fun. :-D I have plenty of videos recorded from the past, so do look forward to seeing those, too. :-)

More to come ;-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqLLNZKl93M

Here's the link! NOW PRESS IT! :-[)

I have stars in my eyes

... About a week ago, Jan told me that I have a star in my eye... And it kind of confused me and stuck to me, so I've been wasting my time during class trying to understand what he meant by that. And up until now, I still don't get him... What did he mean?

I gave up in the end and decided to just ask him what he meant. But then, when I went to house C so that I can talk to him and things... I over-heard him talking to the phone. I was going to leave, but... it just, it got interesting. He was talking about feeling down and stuff, and saying things I didn't think he felt... Because, he's always smiling and shit, and he gives off this light sort of feeling...so I can never really tell how he's feeling.

He was talking silently so I couldn't really hear his words clearly, but I could hear him laughing and in the end he said, "You always make me smile, Luca."

... he always what now?
I've known Luca for a long LONG time. I grew up with him in Parthenos. In his house. With his father... You see how close we are?? But he's kind of the passive, quiet, quick-tempered kind... And he's never made me smile before (except when he trips, or does something accidentally that would result to my blackmailing him thus eternally mortifying the poor fucker)... So I have to wonder whether "You always make me smile, Luca." is friendly, or romantic, or erotic, or all of the above... because... I just can't imagine Luca making me (Or Jan, for that matter) smile.

Come to think of it... Jan and Luca never acts lovey-dovey around us. What do they do whenever they're alone??

OMG. My mind is corrupted. NO! MAKE IT STOP! I'M STILL A VIRGIN! I CAN SEE UNICORNS! DON'T TAKE IT AWAY!

---------

On the side note, after eating dinner, I tried approaching him again about the whole star in my eye thing.
He said: "they say dreamers have stars in their eyes--but poets have galaxies."

who has what now??

Day dreaming

The day passed by like a breeze. I was mostly day dreaming during class so I don't remember much about what happened inside class. I was day dreaming about what me and my grandfather are going to do during Christmas... Because I have a lot of father-son "stuff" in my head that I want to fulfill.

Maybe I should make a list?
Hm. I'm only distinctly sure that we have a bit of homework to do, but I'll just forget about that and start with my list :-D

He's still alive?

I HAVE A DAMN COLD. For shizzle.

Soooo the term break. I thought I would spend it with Churika, but she has somehow gone somewhere, probably in trouble, so she sent me to my grandfather instead.
I didn't know he was still alive.
He's my father's father, by the way, so I asked a lot about my father's whereabouts and howsabouts. He answered them fairly. He said he was dead. I believe him. :) because family won't lie, right? I don't think so.

So we bonded and things. Mostly talking and fishing. Ahh, things I never got to do with my father. I can feel my boyhood shining... :D I promised to visit him again this Christmas. Which means I won't get to see my pals until New years. Oh well.

I missed this thing

I do love oranges, after all. The only thing I love.

Just for a while

School's been normal. Nothing noteworthy, though. It's been very, very normal.

I'm doing a lot of philosophical thinking lately.
A lot of things happened during summer.
A lot of things to worry about.
I miss a lot of the faces I've seen.
I especially miss that boy from Salacia...
Not that I'm interested in him in that way.

Usually, I would've been chatting away with Brittany. And, yeah, honestly, I am chatting with her. But not so loudly. Conner is nice, too, I guess. But I'm keeping it low right now. Why? I don't know. I just don't feel like acquainting much. I just want to think and write for a while.

School

School. School, school, school...

It was nice. We have a lot of new students. No girls, though. Ugh. We're stuck with the same horrid girls.

Ah well. At least Jan is schooling with us this time. I miss Alfie, Hugo and Luca already.

I had a dream last night

I had a dream last night... It's just a dream, right?

The setting was this province-like place, early in the morning. There was a line of four to five houses up mountain, and Alvin and I were checking them out. We were looking for my real family, because, apparently, I was abandoned by them or something. There was a lot of unclear actions of going in and out of the houses... But in the end, we never get to find them.

There was also a part where me and a little girl (I don't really recognize her) are being chased by these kids because of something that has to do with a bull or a cow. And I stole a coke too.

I swam. Again.

Swimming. Again. Ugh. I'm getting a little bit sick of it. And we'll be having yet another swimming session a few weeks later.
It was fun this time round since I was with my high school chums. I taught Tama to swim. We have this sort of competition next time...


Haha. I'll be a bastard right now. Did you know Alvin "The Vinny" Ceika can fly? He sang about it in water.
Oh, I'll just take this moment to appreciate Vinny's effort of dragging his love and future asskicker along through his pains--Hey Cu! :)

We went swimming :D

heeh.
 I haven't posted anything since I came back to Apollo...

       I was thinking that maybe when I finally end my journey, everyone in Apollo will welcome me with this
              amazing festival. There would be fireworks, singing and dancing, food and drinks, a lot of talking too...
           Guess I was expecting for too much.

   You know what I got instead?
                                                       ----> A SCOLDING.
                                                                            and what really annoyed me, was that it was Hugo (Of all people) who scolded me.
Why does it have to be Hugo?
Why not Jan, instead?
Or Luca...
I would've been very ashamed of myself were it Luca who scolded me...

                                   I've been complaining all this time about them not being happy to see me.
                                                        What kind of friends are they???!
                                                                                                                              ............ .....
                                                                                                                              So we went swimming.


                It was really fun. :)
              I finally got to swim, so I'm satisfied.
           They were already annoyed by me anyway.
         I knew my way would happen...
      Sooner or later. >:)

                                                                                        AND THEN we wrote to Zonvelf.
                                                                                                   Hugo wrote it.
                                                                                         But we all had our special little note.

                                           I hope Zonvelf liked it. :)

Day EIGHTY NINE : Day NINETY : The official LAST day.

Day Eighty Nine : April 1, 2010 : Thursday


THE SHIP CRASHED!!!

Haha! April fools~ Gotcha!!
And I've been pulling pranks around here, and everyone's getting annoyed. It's so fun! I even pulled one on my quick-tempered friend and he got so mad. But then he decided to join me in pulling pranks. Our frequent target is the ever cute stewardess. We surprised her once, but after that we never got her again.

Tsk. She's good.

I don't know why, but during the afternoon everyone doesn't seem so pissed about me and quick-tempered pulling pranks on them. They even seem to find it funny. I guess we're growing on them? Well, we're the youngest ones here (Quick-tempered is younger than me), and I guess it brings joy to old people when young people become fresh and energetic!

Day Ninety : April 2, 2010 : Friday

It's my last day!!! And it's my 90th day. I never thought I'd end in an even number...
I don't even care right now, though. Because tomorrow... Tomorrow... :) I'll be home tomorrow!!

Waaaaa~ I'm so excited.. I wonder how everyone is. :) :) :) I can't stop smiling.

I'm killing time with my quick-tempered friend. He told me his name before, but I don't really remember because I'm told I was an idiot. He's not so quick-tempered anymore. I think he's liking me, and getting used to me. He's really geeky. He has a lot of gadgets that he's showing me... They seem fun. It's nice of him to share with me like that.
It's going to be hard to leave him since I'm also getting attached. He's somehow still getting mad at me, but it's not so scray anymore because it's starting to seem funny. I even get his jokes now. I think if we're given time, we could be good friends.
He's a rude boy, though. He's so ill-tempered towards stranger. He talks to them, but he's just quick to get mad. He's really nice to me, though. Haha. He probably thinks I'm cool. B)

...

Normally I would've ended this journal. But I'm writing again. It's now time for me to get off the space ship. It's time for me to leave. Quick-tempered doesn't seem so sad that I'm leaving (I kinda thought he'd be even just a little sad). He told me to stop by at Salacia someday.. Woow, he's from a far away galaxy. I really want to visit him but damn! Salacia is far far away. I told him I will, so I guess I have to go one day.

Everyone (and I mean everyone) waved goodbye at me. It was really touching. I didn't know I was growing on them like that. I even got to hug the stewardess goodbye. hihi.

And now... Apollo! :D 

Day EIGHTY SIX : Day EIGHTY SEVEN : Day EIGHTY EIGHT

Day Eighty Six : March 29, 2010 : Monday

My butt became sore from sitting too much. I guess I'm used to only a two-day sit-in in the space ship. In other words: I NEED TO WALK.

Sooo I did. I'm trying to talk to some people here. Most are busy sleeping or eating, and some just want to be left alone with their music in their ears.
I didn't think it's be hard...
I finally met this guy. He's nice at first but when I got annoying he suddenly exploded on me. He's quick-tempered, huh? The only quick-tempered guy I talked to is Kai. Kai Lee... But I just continued being annoying and I don't think he really minded it.
I wonder if my new quick-tempered friend will get used to me somehow... Like Kai.

Oh. Mufasa! He's also a quick-tempered one.
Huh... My relationship with Mufasa... How was it? We get along fine, I guess. We never argued. He told me random stuff here and there... But it was mostly interesting. We talked a lot too. I'm more friendly with Mufasa compared to Errol, I guess...
Wait.. I'm also okay with Errol, though. Hmm... I guess he and I just work well together, but I don't think it'll go any deeper than it already has.

I said something and my new quick-tempered friend suddenly laughed. I don't get it cause I didn't really say anything funny. He slapped my back and told me that I should laugh...cause it was a joke.
I really don't get it. The day was mostly spent like that. Me talking to him, and him confusing me.


Day Eighty Seven : March 30, 2010 : Tuesday

I was bored and I didn't feel like talking to my new quick-tempered friend... so I started making fun of the stewardess. I kept buzzing her to come to me and  I keep telling her I want stuff or it was a mistake. She's getting so annyed but she's still smiling.

Huh. Hey, she's kinda cute.

I respect her. All through out the day, her anger didn't get the better of her. She kept smiling and being polite to me. More people should be like her.

Day Eighty Eight : March 31, 2010 : Wednesday

I don't think I've ever given much thought to love before. It's a favorite, isn't it? I mean, I keep talking about friendship, friendship, friendship. What's my problem?!

Hmm... I don't think I've ever been in love before. I mean, yeah. When I was 14 I got myself a girlfriend. You all know her... She's the unspeakable so shush! Anyways... I got myself a girlfriend but I don't think I was in love with her. Yeah, I care for her for some degree, but it doesn't go beyond that.

How did it start anyway? I started thinking about her a lot. Why? Because I dreamt about her, that she was going to die. It was a nightmare. I couldn't forget it at all. I told Ella and she told me that I'm in love...
Never trust an Ella, I say.
And so I thought I was in love with her, and eventually we hooked up. But I know I only treated her as a friend. She never even crossed my mind before the nightmare. She was actually annoying because she kept on talking to me even though I didn't want to talk to her.
I think she knew that she was only a friend to me though. Why? Because she told me. And then...

Day EIGHTY FOUR : Day EIGHTY FIVE : I'm going home baby!!

Day Eighty Four : March 27, 2010 : Saturday

I'm going home BABYYYYYY!!!!

Yeah! That's right! I'm goiiinnnnggg home~ I'm so excited to see Apollo again! And my little friends, of course. Who could forget them?? I'm thinking of maybe calling Vinny, Eji and Zonvelf. I do hope this Ship won't crash. Yeesh. That's the last thing I'd want...

Thinking? About myself? SCREW THAT. I just want to go home and stuff myself with foooood!
Oh, gosh. Thinking of it makes me drool. 
Peanuts aren't really helping much. I'm getting sick of them. XP

Going out of the sun feels like leaving some sort of paradise. Once you're out, everything becomes dark and...eerie.

I'm enjoying the sights though. They're nothing new, I've seen all of them... But it feels like they've changed. Nothing stays the same for more than a few seconds right? So, maybe that's it. Maybe it's not because I see the world differenly or some dramatic shit like that.
...right?

Day Eighty Five : March 28, 2010 : Sunday

One thing I probably learned in the sun is to let go and just be angry sometimes. I never knew I was harbouring all those agry energy towards anyone. I love Churika, and I thought that was it.... I even fought with Vinny about parents. It became sort of serious... He might not remember it but I do.

It's kind of funny, the stars. They fall in place in such a strange way, I can't help but...analyze it. Y'know? Most people do that, analyze. I think people analyze wa~y to much. It's not healthy.
We're passing a lot of satelites. They're actually pretty to look at. I'm enjoying looking at them. They're very shiny and mysterious.. and they give me energy just by looking at them. :)

I feel really tired... It's odd, because I'm supposed to feel just fine, I mean, I'm not moving at all am I? But I feel so heavy and tired and things.... Maybe sitting just natural makes me feel tired?
Hmm...

Day EIGHTY THREE : Final day in hell

Day Eighty Three : March 26, 2010 : Friday

What was I saying the other day? I can't do it! I can't just not care about myself. So what if people aren't complaining about me??? I want a bloody identity so I'm going to figure myself out even if it means I die! (Here's hoping it wouldn't actually happen).

I'm eating an orange right now, so I feel pretty much sane, yes. I gathered enough energy to walk again (limply, but no one cares, right?). I'm not going to talk to any Sunians in groups. But then again, I asked that one Sunian and he punched me. Gosh, what is the problem here? Do they all naturally hate travellers? I mean, PFF! I'm an Apollonian! I'm the son of a SUN God. Why do you hate me? Don't you feel any connections? Vibes? Anything?

So now I'm here in a cheap restaurant, holding an ice-pack to my eye (I actually found ice here!). That retard. If I see that Sunian around, I'm going to thwong him!

Okay. So back to me. Let's do this one by one, hm? When did this identity crises start? Where?
Well, it might've started when I was 6 years old. I mean, a lot happened, right? Starting from that horrifying crash. I remember living somewhere dark until I turned 7. It was horrible there, I couldn't move freely. And that's when my mother's business somewhere frequented. I was always alone.
When I got out of there, I felt extremely happy. I loved anyone and everyone when I got back to Apollo, and I was just thankful.

And then Jupiter happened. Maybe that's where my identity broke down. I was really confused, then.
sigghhhhh....

This is my last day in here, which means I only have another week before this screwed up journey ends. Cool. But what do I do? This is really crappy... I mean, I'm spending the last day in a cheap restaurant with an icepack up my eye.

Oh well. BFD.

Day EIGHTY TWO : I'm just a boy

Day Eighty Two : March 25, 2010 : Thursday

More than 48 hours of lying in this one place. A bullet up my right thigh. Sanity slowly slipping away... So how are you doing? Fine?  Hm? Well, lucky lucky you. Here's an advice. NEVER go on random journeys you're totally unprepared for. Just really stupid... But then, I guess, you'd miss a lifetime.

Lifetime or safety? Your choice.

I really have no choice anymore. Not only did I already go on this extremely pointless journey... I also experienced a many shitty things.
Sometimes I wonder what might've happened if I chose safety...

I was thinking back on when I was in Jupiter, in that Island with Isidor. I hate to say it, but I was terrified during that time. I kept ignoring it, I kept focusing on the work Isidor made me do, and how bossy he was... I never actually talked about all the dead people, the trashed space ship. Why not? It reminded me of the other crash I experienced.
I already experience two plane crashes and survived.
No one can be that lucky, right? I'm kinda feeling cold....

Maybe I'm just traumatized with the first crash. I was only 6, and me and my mother were on our way to Neptune. I don't remember why we were going there, but I'm sure it's one of her shinanigans that she refuses to talk to me about. I don't remember much about the whole crash thing, really. I just remember screaming and bluegreen lights and things hitting me from everywhere. When I gained consciousness, I was in the hospital and Churika was perfectly fine. I don't remember what happened next.
But I do remember that I always always avoid talking about it.
I think it happened again in Jupiter. I refused to believe the second crash thing, or at least refuse to acknowledge it... so I didn't talk to anyone about it. I don't like what happened, okay.

... I'm always going on and on about virtues and Apollo's truth and prophecy and light. Who am I to say those things? I can't live up to them. My bitterness gets the better of me, and feeling dumb makes me... pretend.
I guess I'm just confused with everything that's happened to me in my short life.

I'm really just a boy after all.

Day EIGHTY : Day EIGHTY ONE : Pathological break down

Day Eighty : March 23, 2010 : Tuesday

I woke up where I was last night. It's funny how you'd think that someone has a heart of gold out there who'd help you out and take you in.... when it doesn't really happen. That's the funny part... Not really...
So, being an injured boy with no help whatsoever, I stayed here where I currently am right now.

I've been thinking a lot about myself. But then I found out I have short attention span. Yeah, such a bitch. I keep focusing my energy on the wrong things at the wrong times...
I'm not really in the mood to become philosophical right now... I mean, a while ago I was very philosophical. Like, asking why I'm here, what my purpose is. Maybe the world doesn't need me? Maybe I have a special reason? I even thought about just rotting here... I mean, it's close enough to hell, right?

Really... what did I come here for? I'm miles and miles away from home. I'm surprised I'm alive. Sure, I have great tolerance in pain...But I'm very, how you say, fragile and gullible. My feelings get hurt easily, so I've discovered... and I tend to do what other people tell me to when I'm convinced with their logic.
Stupid Vinny. I blame all this to him.
Maybe I should just blame all my anger at Vinny. He deserves it. You could've stopped me, dude. Some friend you are!

... When you think about yourself, you think about your origin, right? So I was thinking about my mother. She's... Well, she's a big influence in my life. She flipping screwed me up. I love her, I really do, but I don't think she's growing me right. What the fuck am I doing out here if I'm a normal boy? I mean, Vinny doesn't randomly go out to travel like this! Because he's fucking normal!
Honestly, what did my mother feed me to make me turn out like this? She's just making me do what she wants me to do. Sort of like a slave, but less harsher. I can't believe I only noticed now... I'm so dumb. I mean, she dumps me at some planet (e.g. Earth, Jupiter) and leaves me there for some years alone without her assistance whatsoever... And she doesn't even flipping contact me! What am I supposed to say? That I have fucking amnesia? What do I do? Play cool? Play quiet? Play naughty? I've been doing all these random shit with myself because I have no idea what to do! She dumps me at some place and she doesn't even say why. She could've at least said why!
Does she think I've been doing well on my own? She trusts me cause I'm a guy? What the fuck! Does she even kow what I've been saying, what I've been doing, what I've been through?

Gosh, I'm not even making sense anymore!

I've been through some really weird shit. I don't blame anyone about that, it's my fault for blabbing, for going all psychological on some person. I'm sorry... I'm sorry for that. I don't think anyone deserved some of my craziness on them. I mean, I created some stupid team cause I'm bored... And I told my team mates I'm this guy whose cool and mighty and fun and loving and loyal. I'm not sure I am what I say anymore... I pretend so much, I forget who I am.

I'm really sorry.... I'm really, very sorry.. No one needs my shit.
But how was I supposed to know that all I needed to do was be honest and open up? All she's ever said to me are lies, and she's always smiling at me like everything is perfect and glittery and happy. She never cried on me... She never said anything serious. She's always having fun. I don't think she's having fun. Why doesn't she just talk to me decently? Why did I have to be on that space ship? She never tells me anything...

Day Eighty One : March 24, 2010 : Wednesday

I haven't eaten or drank anything.... I don't know what time it is... I'm not even sure it's Wednesday. Everything just seems so pointless to me now.

I was saying some really weird stuff yesterday, huh? It was unfair of me to blame it all on Churika (Or Vinny). She's got her own problems, and I know she trusts me to handle mine. Maybe she just wants me to grow strong? Maybe she's just protecting me? Who knows?
Maybe she's dealing with stuff I shouldn't really mess with... Like my father. I never knew him. Maybe that's why I'm so screwed up... That's what Isidor told me before (I think?). Maybe I just need some sort of guidance. It's not my fault I never met my father... and I sure as hell hope it wasn't Churika's.
Whatever. Maybe I don't really need him in my life... I mean, Vinny grew up fine without both his parents. Lee murdered his own father (though he has his own issues). Even Errol. He can be nutty at times, sure, and he wasn't exactly a well-liked person as a child... But he's fine now, and that's all that matters.

Maybe I should just embrace my nutty self. No one has a problem with it, right? RIGHT?
Vinny & Eji, they accept me for who I am... Zonvelf, Alfie, Jan, Hugo & Luca... They're all like brothers to me... And they never complained. It's just me whose complaining... It's just me whose curious, it's me whose confused.
It's not really important to know myself, right? I can always figure it out sooner or later.

.... Maybe I just need a long warm shower? It's been weeks since I last washed up decently. I stink as hell, and the heat here is spreading it. Not very wise. People are beginning to think I'm dead, lying here on the ground. I can just laugh at their reactions whenever I move. Hahah... haha... ha...

Day SEVENTY NINE : Dried blood. Ever seen them before?

Day Seventy Nine : March 22, 2010 : Monday

I'm on the sun and it is literally hot as hell.
I have to constantly hop around so I'm pretty much looking like an idiot right now.
Ugh.

What thinking can I do in such a hot place??

The day was spent with me looking for a decent place to rest at. I can't stay in one place for more than a second without hopping. And when I said that my egg of a head was becoming sunny side up back in Mercury? Here in the SUN my egg of a head is a CHICK!
It's that hot... it feels like an incubator... Not that I've been in one.

I found a good-enough-place, finally. It's probably Venus' temperature, but it's so cool.
And I also asked a bunch of Sun-lings if they know a cool place for me to stay at... Like some traveller's stop, or someplace like that...
But they punched my tummy, kicked my right thigh, punched my tummy some more, spat at me when I was crumpled on the ground, and laughed, walking away happily.

Well, if that wasn't a crappy welcoming committee, then I don't know what is.

I immediately got up (And tripped a little; my right thigh hasn't fully healed), screamed like a maniac, and hit one in the noggin. One yelled at me in a foreign language (It was like math to me), and they started beating me up.
I fought back, of course. I'm not going to just stand around like I did back in Venus... (It was different, though. Those plants had guns!).

I ended up losing...mainly because they were cheating!! It was bloody three against one! And I am already injured! I have a flipping bullet up my right thigh! (I really should get that fixed, huh?).
I collapsed, I think. Because I don't remember what happened next.
But I know I had a flashback of me and Zonvelf talking about my "stupid" journey back in Uranus. That scene where he laughed at me and called me an idiot kept repeating in my head before I lost consciousness.

When I woke up where I currently am right now, Zonvelf is still the person in my head. I wonder what he's doing right now...
....
I can see my own blood beside me... I've never seen dried blood before...

Day SEVENTY SEVEN : Day SEVENTY EIGHT : Fuckin' WINGS

Day Seventy Seven : March 20, 2010 : Saturday

Guess where I am right now?
:D
I'm on the fucking wings of the space ship!

That's usually something to be bitchy about, but it has me elated. I mean, this is really something to boast about when I get back to Apollo.. I'm so excited see Jan and Alfie and LUCA!
Hugo? Not so much. (Kidding, dude)

So basically, when I arrived at the space port, the ship was departing so I jumped on the wings and here I am now.... It's kinda cool. SCARY AS HELL... but cool, nonetheless.

I really can't think about Mercury right now, though. I'm on the fucking wings, who could think about Mercury???
I'm thankful about it though. It was some shit I went through there... Good shit, of course. And I realized just now that The Dos probably wanted me to break out of the army place... :) I'm gonna miss that big mass of beasty flesh.

Day Seventy Eight : March 21, 2010 : Sunday

Rat it. The Mercurian Space Officers saw me hop onto the (fucking) wings and alerted this space ship... So now I'm inside again....
annnddddd everyone's looking at me weirdly, because, surprise! I'm strapped to my seat. Again. This is only my second time though...
Funny. The first time was wayy back, when I was going to Artemis. :) How nice...

I'm sort of thankful I'm inside, of course, because (a) I have somewhere to sleep; (b) I can be saved from the sun's vicious rays, and; (c) I have peanuts to munch!! I missed peanuts....

What to do in the sun??? I'm going to think, think, think, think, walk and think. I need to. I really need to. Because if not that I have wasted eleven weeks. ELEVEN.
No joke.

Day SEVENTY FIVE : Day SEVENTY SIX : Like a bird...

Day Seventy Five : March 18, 2010 : Thursday

I studied all night, but I still can't answer any of the questions. And I usually fall as sleep when I'm doing the push up... And then I get yelled at some more. I want to yell back that I have been trying hard, and I have been doing my best, but I'm telling myself not to because I know that this is some sort of dicspline test for myself.

This day was spent with usual (Just with a little more yelling). My hair is so short and spiky, and it hurts my hand when I try to touch it. And the heat in Mercury is frying my head!! My egg of a head is becoming sunny side up. That's not cool with me. Not at all.

:(

Day Seventy Six : March 19, 2010 : Friday

My sleep has been taken away again because I've been studying. It hasn't helpi me in any way, but it makes me feel smart... so yeah.
The Mercurians are looking at me strangely whenever I eat... And they're calling me names, like I'm some hungry beggar. I'm not a beggar, but I am hungry. I'm just very thankful for the food they have here is all.

Yummy things...

Throughout the day, all I've been thinking about is how to get out of here. I have to leave by tomorrow, and I didn't think about it before, so I'm practically French toast right now.

I gave up on thinking. It's not my strongest point anyway, so why did I even consider it, right?
I just decided to go to The Dos for help.
I told him about my journey and how much I NEED to get out of here by tomorrow. I only have ONE BLOODY PLANET left to visit, so I was begging on my knees.

He smiled at me (warmly! what a shocker!), and told me about his journey when he was my age.
And here I was thinking I was the first boy to do this journey thing. He broke my heart.
Anyway, so he talked about the many lands he's seen and all the nice and bad people he met... And he also showed me a couple of cool things he picked up when he was on his journey. He said that it was the most meaningful and fruitful time of his life. "I actually found something to do with myself" he said. It was what led him to the whole army thing...

I am impressed with The Dos. I mean, I know I'm on a journey too... But it's not as impressive as his. He went on his journey WHILE there was war going on. A galactic war... He never mentioned which galaxy, though. I asked him if The Uno had a journey of his own, too... But he said that The Uno had to work for his education or something so he stayed here...

And after the LOOOONNNGGG speech he told me I couldn't leave.

What. The. Fuck.

I sat through that long story, patiently waiting for my permission to depart, and he goes and tell me that I can't leave??? He probably meant to end it at midnight, too, so that I won't have time to think about a plan of departing.
He's a sneaky one, The Dos.
I'm starting to respect the dude... somehow.

But unfortunately for him, I learned some stuff from my Prison Breaker amigo, Rafe. He taught me this really AWESOME trick to escaping prison...
He taught me how to climb up the barrier of jail, and I did just that! :D I'm so proud of myself...

So now I am FREE! As a fucking bird, baby.

I'm kinda having some flashbacks of Pluto, though... That time when I escaped. : |

Day SEVENTY TWO : Day SEVENTY THREE : Day SEVENTY FOUR : Army thingy

Day Seventy Two : March 15, 2010 : Monday

HEY~ Did you know?? It's my birthday today! :D
And I completely almost forgot. HAHAHA!

That aside, I spent the day just walking around today. I wanted to find The Ceika's but, sheesh, for a popular restuarant? Not so easy to find. Took me ages before I figured out that I should give up on it. Really... You'd think it'd be the best way to spend your birthday... stuffing yourself mad with delicious delicacies. Or something close to that

My hands are trembling right now... uggggggghh..Fucking twig bruised me!!
I hate myself. I feel sad. I spent this birthday (The day wich I was born on) walking around (semi-aimlessly) looking for 'ole Vinny's restaurant (which I did not find) WHICH I did not find. And it has to be said in and out of the paranthesis. >:(

I'm just so sad. :( I guess I'll spend my birthday tomorrow instead and spoil myself funny. Right now, on the actual date of my precious birth, I shall sleep out in the dirty, dirty world that is Mercury...

Funny... It's so quiet...

Day Seventy Three : March 16, 2010 : Tuesday

I woke up not of my own accord, like I usually do, but because of some cop (The Uno). I suddenly had a flashback of Mars... Wow. De ja vu... My first time, if I'm correct.
But this cop certainly said (and did) some interesting stuff. He yelled at me and scolded me and I don't exactly remember what he was saying because I just woke up. And then he started ordering me to get ready and march towards the army-what's-the-place... I could've laughed....But when I didn't he dragged me there. Wow, who just drags random people like that??? I'm a visitor, treat me nicely bitch!

But when I told him that I am a visitor from Apollo, he cut my arm (with this knife thingy) and smiled at me like he's all mighty and powerful. My blood was Mercurian. Damn my luck. Damn that twig. Damn this place.
Where's Strawberry when you need her?
He laughed all the way to that army place thing.

And then he introduced me to his brother (The Dos), some military trainer dude. They were, safe to say, both huge and ugly. Almost beast-like, actually. And he (The Dos) treated me real beast-like too. He ordered me around like some slave dude! And I mean it in a realistic way, not the green kind, pervert!
He told me to run there, jump here, go through the tires, roll over... Actually, I felt like a dog.
But it's not like it was all that hard... I mean, after weeks and weeks of fighting for survival? Of course I'd grow strong! Like, hot dawg! It was hecka easy.

Plus, I have somewhere to sleep. :9 And I have something to eat. I'm more than happy.


Day Seventy Four : March 17, 2010 : Wednesday

The Dos shaved my head! :( I am already so attached to my hair, why'd he have to do that?? Damn. I'm "Egg Head" again. Ah well.
So The Dos showed me to my room and I met this Yuta guy. He's not much. Pretty plain, kinda familiar, but I don't feel any attachment whatsoever. He explained this whole army thing to me. He said that for two weeks this army thing will be going on and boys that are 13 years old and above have to participate. Something about a war...

But not all guys are shaved...
The Uno probably told The Dos and their jerking with me. Douche bags.

My insides are scrunching in and out and it's such a funny feeling. Its pain, I think. Pain from words... The Dos said something (I do not wish to tackle it) and it hurt me real bad. :( Words are a powerful tool.

But I have to say, being in military right now is kinda nice. I get to do all these crazy shit army people usually go through... like the tires, and the wall climbing. They're fun. I enjoy them. The Dos hates me for it. I think he feeds on children's misery... It shows in the face. Haha.
And have the line up things and the QnA portion, and "Sir, yes sir."
(I've always wanted to say that)
And I'm not really smart, so I usually do push ups. I'm also always distracted because I'm looking for Vinny. He's bound to be here, right? I asked around, too. And wow. For a popular guy, he sure is unpopular.

It's always discipline, discipline, discipline. I kinda like that.

So now, I'm in my bed. Yuta's asleep. My stomach is still hurting. I'm reading history books... I don't want to get yelled at again.

Day SEVENTY : Day SEVENTY ONE : Up, up and away

Day Seventy : March 13, 2010 : Saturday

I got to talk to Rafe for a bit before I entered the space ship. He told me that I could come visit him and his pals anytime I want, so long as I don't try to talk to any wisteria.

I suddenly remembered Tama and Tomo. Hm. They're wisterias, if I remember correctly.

So they told me to keep the gun for safety and I gave them each a hug goodbye. They seemed taken aback when I did that... I guess it's not common in Venus... I mean, it's pretty common in Apollo. I mean, I've even hugged Zonvelf.

I think that Rafe's life in Venus is something I would enjoy very much. I don't mind having a little risky moment in my life. I mean, yes, my thigh still hurts even though Rafe and his buddies already took care of it (They were herbs. I was lucky.)... But I don't think I'd be here in this journey right now, if I didn't like any actions. I mean, I am a boy who can't just sit still....

Day Seventy One : March 14, 2010 : Sunday

So my next stop is Mercury... And I'm totally out of money. Should I get a job or something? I think I should.... Maybe Vinny would let me serve as a waiter in their restaurant. I mean, I aleady have experience.

But I think Mercury would be a peice of cake. It's this cheerful place, there's no dull moment there. I enjoy my stays (Mainly because Strawberry also liked to spoil me) and plus, there're bound to be oranges, right?
So what's my goal? I'm not really giving much thought to my goals anymore... I mean, the last time I had a goal was... Back in Uranus, I think.

Okay. I'll set a goal. My goal is to gather enough money. It won't be easy, I know. But at least I'll try, right? It could be fun... Wait, no it won't.
But look in the bright side. This is my second to the last planet... But then again, I really haven't figured much about myself... Hmm... I have to think a lot starting from now. I don't want to go floricking about like what I did in Venus (Though it was cool).

Shit.

Day SIXTY EIGHT : Day SIXTY NINE : It's raining bullets!

Day Sixty Eight : March 11, 2010 : Thursday

Me and Rafe walked around the streets. I noticed that when other people look or glance at him, he looks almost like he's offended or something. Offended in a I'm-going-to-punch-yer-face way. Which would look attractive to some girls, I'm sure, but looks terrifying to me.

He's pretty hard core around here, I think. He knows a lot of people, and most of them treat him with respect. When he introduces me to his Venusian pals, they grin at me like I'm some little boy. I find it very annoying. And most of the males here have really beefy arms. I have a slightly above average build, so I scowl at all their arms. Not that I'm envious, or anything. I'm sure they can't play the lyre.

So this day was mostly spent in the pleasant companionship of my fellow male specimen. It's so comfortable... And fun. I love boyish tomfoolery. It's liberating, almost like I'm back in Apollo... Only the Eastern part, though. We call that region that "The Black East". It's because the guys there are like this gangster pack thing. Sort of how Venus is.

Day Sixty Nine : March 12, 2010 : Friday

I wanted to spend my last day in Venus with pure happiness, but I guess fate hates me and all.
Rafe's team (The ones he introduced to me, apparently) were attacked by this other team of Wisterias. They were enemies in terms of turfs and pride and reputation and something else I can't remember right now.
We were all laughing merrily at some joke uttered in the neolithic times, when it started raining bullets and...loud sounds of bullets.

It was like war. It was so cool. Everybody began running and things and Rafe told me to duck because I was just sitting there like an idiot. I ducked and when I looked again everyone was no where to be found. Well, Rafe was still there to keep me company, I guess.
He explained to me that they were off to kill each other and I said I wanted to help. He turned down my generous offer, that cunt. I don't usually offer to get killed, you know. That was a rare occasion.
Fortunately for me, my persistence paid off and he allowed me to join him hunt down their enemies and watch him shoot their heads off their bodies. Of course, he told me to stick by him at all times and not to shoot anyone even though he gave me a gun. What was the use of the gun if I couldn't shoot anyone?

I was being very philosophical at the time, and ended up thinking of shooting an enemy down. SO I did shoot someone when Rafe said he was an enemy... After that people kept shooting at me and Rafe punched me and yelled at me for being so estupido. I blame myself too, because I just gave away our secret place and fixed my place in their list of people to kill.
AFter that, because it terrified me, I never shot anyone again and Rafe did all the shooting... It made him look so cool. I wonder if I looked cool shooting down that one enemy. Well, I do remember smiling when I was doing it. Damn. I probably looked like a maniac. No wonder they wanted to kill me.
I'm so carelessly reckless, no matter how redundant that may seem.

I raced to the space port and Rafe and two of his buddies guarded it so that I could get the hell out of Venus alive. I trusted them. I felt safe. They feel comfortable and happy... even though they're the bad guys and their enemy are the good guys. Heh.

Day SIXTY FIVE : Day SIXTY SIX : Day SIXTY SEVEN --- Rafe!

Day Sixty Five : March 8, 2010 : Monday

My first day in Venus has been (ironically) cool.
The first thing I did was to get a cheap motel so I could sleep. And then I spent the rest of the day sight seeing. Venus is not that bad, really. It's pretty bright and cheerful. And since I was in the 'bush' territory, it was very colourful and happy. Very nice.

And most of them were friendly and warm.
There were much to see, too. Like that corona. And the lot of mountainous thingies.
Venus is a real eye candy. Many beautiful people to look at... because they're, you know, flowers.


Day Sixty Six : March 9, 2010 : Tuesday

Okay. So Venus' mornings are this really colourful happy fun fun times. The night, apparently, is like the total opposite. It's dark, like reeeally dark, because there're no satellites and all. And then the mafia kicks in and, heh, somehow I almost got myself killed. One would usually panic, but it made me sorta proud of myself. Why? Because I just experience a near-to-death experience. How many times in one life does something like that happen to you? Well, maybe some experience it on a daily basis, and maybe I'm acting too astonished here, but it doesn't happen to me often and that bullet really hurt my right thigh.

And where do you imagine a person with an injured thigh is at? Lying on the ground, of course. And Venus' ground is just soil... There are no grass or bush to sleep on because they walk around. They bloody walk around! Cool. But very unhelpful. Whatever happened to grass just growing? Why do they walk around flirting with vines? And why are vines so gloaty about their stupid grapes? Have they no idea how poisonous those purple round things are? I could go on and on about its deadliness, but I don't really want to dwell on such hideous things because I like the fact that my allergic reaction towards it remains a secret... Y'know?

So, wanna hear about the whole near-to-death thing? :D
Yes?
OKAY!!!
So it was dark and I was aimlessly wandering around like the fool I was, right? Then suddenly, there were shadows coming from no where. They were Carnations. I liked Carnations (Note the past tense) because I like the pink in some of them. I started a conversation and they were teasing me rather rudely, like making fun of me and practically squeezing the muneh and of me (verbally, of course)... And when I wouldn't cooperate, they pulled out their guns (All seven of them!) and pointed them at me (All seven of them!). I was, like, whoa. I could've pissed in my pants, but I remembered that I was brave. I raised both eyebrows at them, and smiled like I was amused. And then one of them shot me in the thigh. The right one, in particular. Never smile at plants with guns, I thought to myself as I fell to the ground which I am now residing.
They started running away and this idiot cop ran after them instead of helping me, the foolish victim. Well, maybe I deserved it for being so foolish, but whatever. I'm still cute. I'm glad it's the thigh.

What do I do next? I'm sorta stuck to the ground, you see. You know how when Apollonians touch other aliens' bloods our blood will copy theirs, right? That's what my blood did. And now I have Venusian blood. And now my right thigh is all stony and stuck to the ground.

I wish some random dwarf strolls by and mine my way out of here.
If only such lucky things happen to such unlucky boys.
The good news is that my blood isn't spreading out anymore. At least I'm breathing.

Day Sixty Seven : March 10, 2010 : Wednesday

Kick me in the shin and call me Bob, cause I must be the luckiest boy in the face of Venus.
Remember Rafe? Well, no, you don't. I named him Rick back then when we were together in prison at Es, Pluto. He's harmonica dude! Now you remember?
Well, he mined my way out of that stoney situation. HA! I'm so lucky. But not really lucky, when I think about it, because I still feel crappy and things. Even after harmonica dude tole me his real identity-- Rafaello. Rafe for short. I felt a little better because I can finally sniff the presence of familiary, but that doesn't really lessen my feelings of crappiness.

I still have no food to eat. And those running spices are making my tummy ramble in hunger.
But when Rafe gave me some oranges, I felt like planting him one in the cheeks (You do know what I mean, right?).

We were both surprised to see each other, really. But I'm really, truly glad I saw him because he intoduced me to his shelter. He calls her Shelby. Yeah, it's a girl. I felt shy when Rafe told me lie down on her.
We spent the day feasting on meat and talking about our journeys. I went on and on about all the things I still remember (I somehow can't remember a lot of what happened)... And it happens that he also had a bit of adventure of his own. That bad boy. He's been engaging on criminal acts! But I'm happy he is... He's still the same old friend I met many weeks ago.

His hair has grown a little longer, and he seems thinner than I remember. He's wearing this rad bandana in his head... it's totally cooler than Tama's. I feel like buying one, too. His greasy face is making me want to give him a bath, though... but then again who am I to say that? I'm dirty myself.
He's a real weird dude, Rafe. He laughs queitly even though I'm practically damaging my own spine from all the loud laughing I'm doing (Not to mention all the bits of food that shoots out of my mouth. I'm so gross.) And he always looks so serious, even though he's talking about happy things. And he's got this really impish smile that slowly crawls to his mouth when he's cracking a joke. That, I think, is my que to brak my spine and shoot out things from my mouth.

Day SIXTY THREE : Day SIXTY FOUR : Turbulence

Day Sixty Three : March 6, 2010 : Saturday

I am officially on my way out of Earth.

PHEW~ I was so near to staying. It was fun, though, mostly sad and rought back memories. I was a very boastful lad before. I guess I realized things. I hate myself. Grgajh.

So, I learned I was a fat bipolar liar. The questions is am I still a fat bipolar liar? I mean, I hope not.
Wow. I was not abiding by our rules. I was such a rebel. Doesn't really suit me, being a rebel.

Maybe I really am bipolar. I mean, it explains it all. Gosh, no. If I were bipolar, then I shouldv'e just gone to see some shrink. :(


Day Sixty Four : March 7, 2010 : Sunday

I am on my way to Venus. It's been pretty fine. Turbulence and things were not really frequent.
Goal, goal, goal... What is my goal? I guess I'll just acquaint and things, and probably try to figure myself out.
I'm almost done with my journey. :D

I'm kinda proud. But I'm so tired from sitting here all day, that I can help  feeling a little blue. ANd lonely. It's going to be hard in Venus, with the mafia and all. WHy did I only think of that now??

Maybe Venus is where I'll die??

Day SIXTY : Day SIXTY ONE : Day SIXTY TWO

Day Sixty : March 3, 2010 : Wednesday

I was doing some sleuthing today. I spent the day researching about myself. All of the other files are no where to be found, so I just relied on our past pictures. Here's what I found:

Oldest pictures --> I'm mostly smiling... and I look like a hamster. I was so small... I was smaller than Gaji and Errol. Look at me now! Bigger than a tree! But my memories here are the happiest I could remember in Earth. It was so fun. We used to dance for no reasons... Haha... I'm still wondering why after all these years.

Regular old pictures --> I'm so... expressionless. What the ef happened? I look so sad... It's making me sad. I know that something happened, I know. I mean, I didn't just become liket hat for no reason. What was it!? A flipping trend? No~ I'm sure something happened... I can see bits of it. I just can't remember all of it.

New pictures (But not new new) --> My newest pictures (And by that I mean they were taken probably two years ago, when I last set foot on Rosa) have me grinning. Which I find that I like. I look much better like that, I think. I do remember feeling giddy on my last days here.

Soo... all in all, my conclusion about me is... that I am a fat bipolar liar. Yes, be curious. I don't think I'll ever explain why I was such a liar... That's up to YOU to think over.

Day Sixty One : March 4, 2010 : Thursday

...

I've been bedridden for no reason. And if there were an illness, it would be of homesickness. Ugh. I don't want to move, I don't feel like moving.... And all I've been doing other than lying in my bed is... Well, breathe. And I sing sometimes... My room has a nice resonance to it. Or soemthing.

I DON'T KNOW. I'm not sure I'm making sense anymore... What am I doing back here, anyway? I never planned on returning to Earth... I hate this place to tell the truth. I hate it with a fucking passion!!

I never said it before, but I was just some confused boy here on Earth. They sent me here to kill time just like how they sent me to Jupiter and it wasn't exactly fruitful... And NO I am not an unwanted child, and I'm not some delinquent either. I just get dumped on some place occasionally, and being here right now sucks because it makes me think of things and GAH hlgfkvhjreng;a'  aesfrk.nes h1!!!!!

...

But when I think about it, this is the most controll I ever had in my entire life. I mean, right now... Having this journey. It almost feels liberating... Maybe I shouldn't go back to Apollo and spend my time being a beggar. what the fuck am I talking about? I love Apollo...

Day Sixty Two : March 5, 2010 : Friday

I'm suddenly injected with such an energy.
I've been bouncing around my room, looking for anything to let me see how I was before. I saw my guitar... I missed that. And I also saw a letter from our past prinicpal in WC. She wanted me to go to crab nebula and pose there as a waiter. Haha! I remember that!
I also saw a pciture, apparently tore in half. By who? I can't remember. But I do know who the person in the picture is... And I don't really feel like talking further about it.

I also roamed around the attic and found my camera! Haha! My shots are pure random. And my blackmail for Vinny (The voice thing, from random people) is still there! And a lot of very funny things, like the Jamboliah thing and Vanilla shivering in one corner. Errol used it once, as revenge for Mai, I think. And I took a shot of random outings, and eavesdropped on conversations, and sometimes took shots whie hiding.
I kinda miss doing that. I also saw this video... From a very long time ago. Mufasa was there, acting all silent and grumpy as usual (I have a shot of him and Sancahi, too, though). And Ella is talking and things, and someone else was there, trying to move away from the screen... And I kept on following her, until she pulled me and Mufasa took the camera, and I can see my young self. So adorably wrong.

I really miss this.

Day FIFTY EIGHT : Day FIFTY NINE : Something about the past

Day Fifty Eight : March 1, 2010 : Monday

Today all I did is walk. Literally just walking. Rosa is very, very far from the space port. And it's been hot and itchy, but I'm actually quite happy and excited. I can't wait to see Rosa again. And I really want to dig up some of the old files we've been keeping.

Ahh~ Those were the days. I really can't remember how I was before... I was baaad. I know. Very arrogant, and definitely chose the wrong paths... That's why I met Vinny. Ain't that right, Vin?

Haha. I'm kidding. I'm just cross from walking this looooong lenght.

Day Fifty Nine : March 2, 2010 : Tuesday

Damn. I saw Vanilla. (She's still in Earth?) We said hi and teased a bit. You know. The usual. Her family, apparently, is staying at EAP. Something about Valentine's day... I don't know. Her voice began to drag and I stopped listening amidst all her talking.

So Rosa. It looks... dark. And ruined. Sort of like how it first was back in those *ahem* days... I suddeny recalled that song. "I can see you in the light of the star even though it's dark at night...." The Minuet.
What a nightmare. I didn't think I'd hear that song again. I remember how it started out. Rosa was dark like right now, and I was helping out with the singing and so was Saki.

When I think about it, Saki and I used to be kinda close. I mean, we talked to each other on a regular basis... Now, I just... I can't remember the last time I spoke to her. And Lil... Well, actually, me and Lil are still close. Talking and things. Errol is a weirdo. I talk to him, but there's this wall between us. It was easier when we were younger...
Or maybe I just like Mufasa over him? I mean, we had no problems, me and Mufasa. He just sometimes say weird riddle-like stuff that, I think, is supposed to confuse me and make him look smart. His way of putting me down? I don't know.
Paris is okay, I mean, we talk and things and there are no great walls... She's just too nice to me. It sort of makes me feel uncomfortable and guilty. Kassandra and I? Well, we know each other from a different, err, place... It just doesn't feel right to talk to her. It's a bit awkward and, well, wrong. Meygan... Hm. We're.... Not close. I mean, we were on the same club and I helped her out occassionally. But there's not much to it.

I have not much to say about London and Brittany. Sky and I went out on a date ones. It was fun. Sabrina... She's a familiar face but I can't quite put my tongue on just where I remember her from.

What's up with Rosa right now? What's happened? Why is it dark? And my room... looks exactly like when I left it. Weird...

Day FIFTY SIX : Day FIFTY SEVEN : Hejdå

Day Fifty Six : February 27, 2010 : Saturday

I woke up beside Henry and screamed. It's not because I realized I slept beside him in the couch... No... It's because I need to catch a space ship in fve minutes! I woke him up and he took me to the space port as fast as he could. I guess I set him on panic mode when I panicked.
I wanted to give him something, or do something for him, as thanks... But I couldn't do anything, because I needed to get on the plane in less than a minute. My face probably looked weird because I couldn't decide what to do next... Hesitation, regret, confusion... All in one face. But Henry just smiled and said it's okay. I muttered (I might've shouted it) a quick thank you and dashed towards the Space ship.

So now, I'm here, looking at the ever growing smaller Mars and the expanding darkness of space. I wonder how pilots navigate these planes...
So what am I going to miss most in Mars is the luxurious life that Henry offered to me. I still don't see why he did... But I'm grateful for it. I'm not going to miss that red sky. It's so gloomy.


Day Fifty Seven : February 28, 2010 : Sunday

I'm going to go crazy. How many Sundays have I spent with doing nothing but count stars? Well, Earth is becoming closer and closer... That's good news. I'll be able to do something else soon. WHat to do in Earth? I guess I'll just go and visit Rosa and stay there. I miss my old room. And I also want to see the street. I miss it all... It's been a looooooooong time. :) That sounds like a plan. And I'll be able to check some stuff that has something to do with the old me... Sounds fun.

Day FIFTY FOUR : Day FIFTY FIVE : Henry and... that girl.

Day Fifty Four : February 25, 2010 : Thursday

I woke up early and spent the morning diligently tending for costumers... When a certain costumer recognized me. My insides suddenly felt like jumping out my mouth. I didn't understand... I didn't know him, how could he know me? Is he my stalker?
He told me he was Princess Elie's cousin... HA! Yeah right. I know better than to listen to retarded costumers. So I smiled, nodded my head, and walked away. He stopped me and said he understood that he must seem crazy to me (Dead on!)... But I told him that I've already seen all of Princess Elie's cousins, and HE wasn't exactly in my memory. He was a guy, and last time I checked, Errol is the only guy in the Crystal Family. In his face! And then I confidently walked away from him again... But then he stopped me again.

He said his name was Henry Onyx. And then I remembered him. He was in WC once... A very long time ago. I laughed and asked him how he was doing... And before he could answer, I started clucking like a chicken, just in spite. Yeahhh... Good times. He looked pissed so I stopped doing it. Besides, I was beginning to look like a goof.
He said I grew taller... But he also said I was still immature and arrogant. Usually you would feel offended and charge at him for insulting you, but it made me think. My lack of reaction made him change his mind a little. That dick.
He asked why I was here, working as a waiter. There was an offending edge to his question so I asked why he was eating in such a poor restaurant. He turned red and cleared his throat. He said he wasn't into wasting money on useless things. It was probably an excuse, that dick.

But then he took me to his house (He called it an abode) and said that it was okay for me to stay there instead of that restaurant. I agreed. I really need a nice pillow under my head. He gave me this handsome change of clothes, and I looked so dashing. I can't wait to be a duke!! :D
But his kindness was sort of suspicious... Does he have a thing for me??? He is my stalker!!! >:o

But then again, the food... And THE BED... ohhh the bed. Maybe this isn't so bad. :)

Day Fifty Five : February 26, 2010 : Friday

I woke up really early and ate food and oranges. Oh, my sweet, sweet orange. And then, while the sun was still healthy, me and Henry rode horses and played a bit on the field. And then we fenced. And studied a bit of Geography & Politics...

Oh... He took me in so someone could share his pains through being rich and royal. Cool.
When we were walking along their huge garden, I asked him why his mansion is in the Spring District. Usually, the royal ones are on the Winter District... He said that the Gold's far away relatives live anywhere in Mars. Only the really important ones are in the Winter District. I also asked him why he was doing all the crazy activities... It was because King Ar expected quality performance and discipline from his blood relatives. that's where I decided that it must be hell to be him.

Later that night, we went to see an opera (Weee...). Me and Onyx wore these really expensive clothes. I mean, I looked...decent. And my hair... so clean... Still curly, but clean nonetheless. And we were at the second to the top seats. I could see King Ar and Elie at the top. She was sitting beside a prince I don't know. And I could also see the two Ruby girls. I was talking about them, but I don't think Henry like them very much. The people at the lower seats were not visible. It was dark inside...

I was bored throughout the show... And then I saw opera girl! The one from Uranus! The one who gave me the lyre! I was so excited that I ranted about her to Henry. He was impressed that I was friends with an operatic person. My head felt big.
After her performance, me and Henry went down to meet her. She was also surprised to see me. She even hugged me and asked how I was doing. It felt...awkward... But I didn't let it show and acted like it's all cool even though my stomach went circles. She said she was happy for me, since I'm still pushing through with my journey. Hearing her say that makes me feel so proud of myself. I mean, it's been almost a month since I last saw her... Time flies so fast...
I also introduced Henry to her, and he was all courteous and polite. I think they liked each other. \=')
Well, they seemed to be flirting. I mean, Henry was showering her with praises... And she was batting her eyelash... ooOOoHHhh~ I made a good match.

After all the talking, the opera girl (Henry kept saying her name, but for some reasons, I can't remember) told me to go and play the lyre in front of the audience. I quickly refused, but she pushed me to the stage. So I played the lyre... And my hands were shaking, and I was real nervous... But it was pretty relaxing to do. I love the lyre. The crowd clapped... That's nice, they appreciate my talent. But I also told them some warnings about stuff... I'm sure I still look sane to them, though.

After that, Henry, the opera girl and I went to some coffee shop and chatted a bit. And when our eyes got heavy we went home...

Day FIFTY THREE : Passion of the fruit

Day Fifty Three : February 24, 2010 : Wednesday

I woke up fairly early to start working as a Waiter. It was actually quite okay. I'm not very tired. Maybe all the farming and gathering of food and making shelter make Waiters look bad, huh? I'll say.
So, it was an eventful morning, with mostly me smiling and serving some costumers. Some of the girls are acting weird... Giggling and touching my arm. What's that about? Are they trying to steal from me?

It wasn't until afternoon, during my break, that something really weird happened. So I was eating and drinking the meal they gave me (A poor meal too, but anything is fine for a hungry boy). And then I remembered an Apollonian event. If I live to get back to my home planet, I will have to participate with our poetry sessions. It's an event where everyone gathers around a fire and share their poetries be it odes or songs or comedy. I'm thinking of doing a sonnet or a folksong. Mostly a folksong, though. It seems funt o do... Especially since I'm out on my journey, right?
This is not the weird bit yet. This is actually the normal bit, if you haven't noticed. So I was working on that folksong (Or maybe it will become a sonnet, who knows?)... When suddenly, a recieved some sort of data in my phone. Here it is:

Click this link

Heh. Actually I liked it. It was quite amusing. And I miss oranges so much. I wonder who sent it?
Well, whoever it was... uhm, er, thanks? If that's what you want to hear, I mean.

Day FIFTY ONE : Day FIFTY TWO : Robots

Day Fifty One : February 22, 2010 : Monday

Day one in Mars. Their space port is very strict... especially when you aren't with the royal family.

The streets of Mars is dark and silent. It's a strange silence, cut by discriminating murmurs and criticizing glances. I am moving slowly because misbehavior is a violence. They send you straight to the dungeon... Everybody is so thin and weak-looking. For the first time in my life, I'm actually conscious about my weight. I feel like a trapped giant. This place compels me to go on a diet. The streets are almost empty. I guess Martians only come out when they need to. But there are a couple of people starring at me from their windows... It's making me blush. I know I am worth gossiping about, since I'm a walking stinky, dirty beggar boy.... But, so far, no one is throwing me out. I guess Mars is not all that bad.

It's a little bit creepy, though. Overhead, there are a lot of flying robots, looking down at me as if they, too, gossip. That on the left is a picture of the robots. I recall Elie talking about those things, and I think they're called M.O.T.H.E.R.s... I don't know what it stands for, but I do know that they are the ones who go under labor and give birth to babies...
Weird...

They are quite stunning, actually.
I guess I will be sleeping out tonight.








Day Fifty Two : February 23, 2010 : Tuesday

I received a warning from two knights (Martian Policemen), early in the morning. It appears that sleeping out in the open world is prohibited. Their knights are robots and they seem to recognize me from when I last visited Princess Elie. It's lucky of me, I guess. I don't exactly plan on ending up in prison again...

With the help of the knights, I figured out where I am. I am at the center of Mars... And that means the castle is somewhere Northeast from me. I better avoid that path. Also, the center happens to be where the extremely rich people reside. The knight suggested I head over to the castle or to the serf's place, where my look fits... I'm not even trying to pull this whole beggar boy thingo.

But I did as he said, because he's big and made of metal. And he has this big, freaky demanding voice. So over at the serf's place, there are only two or three robots tops (The rich people's place is crawling with androids). The people are (quite) nice... And they're very neat. Like, OCD neat. They don't even look poor. Mars' standards of 'poor' is beyond my pocket could carry...

I was desperate for a place to stay at. I really don't intend to meet with that freaky knight again. I was in luck! I walked in an open door in one of the small houses, and a pretty girl welcomed me. Her voice was sweet and her smile was comforting. It made me feel at home. When I asked if I could sleep for the night, she gave me a funny look... Like she was about to refuse. (Well, I guess it isn't proper to let a stranger--a male, at that--sleep under the same roof with a pretty girl.) And then her father came in and beat me up with a club. Oh my pigeon, I've never been so bruised in my life before. I yelped and screeched and cried out of pain. And I begged for him to stop! He didn't listen. And then is daughter begged him to stop. And then he listened.
When I asked if I could stay for the night, he lifted that club and almost charged at me. That was when I decided to run out of the house.

I ended up at this somewhat big and able cafe. They agree to let me stay the night if I work as a waiter. That I accepted nobly. I already worked as a waiter with Vanilla. And I'd really do anything just to have a place to sleep at. Really.

Day FIFTY : I can't believe it

Day Fifty : February 21, 2010 : Sunday

I can't believe I'm already on my 50th day. I've come a long way... I'm already half done, aren't I? I really can't believe it... I can't believe I've been through so much already... I mean... Wow....

Well, anyways... We've already passed the asteroid belt and I have concluded one thing and only one.... I HATE SPACE ROCKS! They scare the living crap out of me. Well anyways, even though we've already passed the belt, I still can't see Mars. It's very dark and red, so I guess it's to be expected...

Let's see... I don't want to see Princess Elie or King Ar... or anyone familiar, really. I definitely don't want to run into Coconut! He's to ugly for my liking... Hmmm... What will my goal be? I guess I'll spoil myself a little in Mars. I mean, I've been eating peanuts, fish and coconut juice all week... Give me a break! I don't expect to drink any water in Mars, though.
I wonder what my goal should be... I guess I'll just try and improve or get to know myself further... I've never been to the Martian streets before...

Day FORTY NINE : Currency.... a powerful thing.

Day Forty Nine : February 20, 2010 : Saturday

By the time we reached land, it was already too late. I have already missed my ride. My space ship has already taken off to Mars... I have failed...

Or so I thought... Isidor happened to be with me... And he also happened to be stinking loaded! (It means he's really rich)... Why didn't he say this before??? So he got me a space ship and now I am on it. Isidor considered coming with me to Mars, because he didn't know how to face his wife. But I gave him this look and so he stayed. I don't know which look I gave him, but whatever. At least I have this ship all to myself. Thank you Isidor. I know I hated you at first, but now you will remain in my brain forever... I think.

Good luck with your wife and dead son. I will pray for him, and for your well-being.

But really, I'm so happy to be out of Jupiter. It was one heck of an interesting stay. Jupiter has mainly been very safe for me, so it's nice to see the dangerous side. I just wish I got to see my old school friends.... Oh well...

Ooh, we're nearing the asteroid belt.... This can't be good. Guess I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Day FORTY EIGHT : Her crying face...

Day Forty Eight : February 19, 2010 : Friday

We ate a lot today. And we also went swimming because of the heat. Beaches are great.
And then I just spent a portion of the morning sitting in the sand, looking at the extending fuck of a sea.

Why do these things happen to me? It's already Saturday tomorrow. If I don't get out of this island I'll miss my ride and I'll hate myself forever and ever. Dammit. Get me out of this island! SOMEONE HELP!

I felt so depressed that I all I did the rest of the morning was lay on the swing and play my lyre. I hate my luck. But then Isidor told me to love my luck more because he just found a fully functional boat. I leaped out of the swing and ran towards the boat and jumped for joy when I saw it.
I didn't even wait for anything or anyone. I just started pushing the boat to the sea and started rowing. But the boat was still tied to a tree (Isidor's doing), and I couldn't leave. He took a lot of food and drinks with us and then we started rowing the boat.

The whole of the afternoon until right now, all I've been seeing is the sea. Damn. It's brain-damaging. I have to see something else! I HAVE TO! It's a good thing I have someone to talk to... Isidor is really a decent conversation when he's not bossing me around. I just pray that no storms will strike at us... And hopefully, I get to the space port by night.

Speaking of night, Isidor is crying again. He seems to be crying every night. I don't blame him, of course. Who wouldn't cry when your own son has died? And once we reach land, I'm sure Mrs. Isidor will want to see her husband and son. I'd hate to see her crying face...

Day FORTY SEVEN : Father & son

Day Forty Seven : February 18, 2010 : Thursday

Hey there...

Yeah. I'm sort of depressed right now.

So I went to go tell Isidor a piece of my mind last night, right? And I did. Well, I tried. And before anyone gets any wrong ideas, I didn't cowardly run away. No sir. I am a brave man, so I've discovered. Galileo Frias is no coward. But... he's a caring Apollonian.

Just when I was about to explode on him, I heard him sulking and things. And... I didn't want to shout at a crying old man! (He's in his 30's) What kind of horrible person would do that?? Well... He shouted at me and called me delusional when I became hysterical and started crying... But that doesn't count. I mean, he's already a decided horrible person, right?
Well anyways, he was embarrassed and things because I saw him crying again. And he started rambling about something I didn't understand. And then he told me that I was a very patient person. I disagreed with him, but he just told me that I was being humble. (Really, though. I'm not patient.) And then he confessed to me that he was being really hard on me, and that he's aware that he's bossy and things. And he praised me for withstanding that...

I was about to explode on him, though. Good thing I'm patient.

And then he began crying more, and I wanted to panic, but I didn't because I wanted to keep my cool in front of him. Because I'm obviously a better person than Isidor. And he started going on about wanting to leave this island and go to his wife. And then he started becoming hopeless and things, and he's infected me because I'm being gloomy right now. And then he went on and on and bloody on about this person, Kurt. It took me a looong time before I realized that Kurt is his dead son. He said some stuff about not loving and caring for Kurt enough, and not giving him the future he deserved.
I've never seen anyone cry that much in my life before. I thought he'd be dehydrated and die and leave me alone in the island before he finished crying. But he just went on and on about this great feeling of guilt he had towards Kurt. And I started feeling guilty as well even though I knew it's not our fault.

He also asked me how I felt about my father. At first, I didn't know what to say, because I never knew my father. And then, I considered lying. I had this great story about me and a fictional father in my head. But then, I decided to tell the truth. Because one, he told me his story, he deserved to know mine. And second, I'm an Apollonian. We don't lie. I mean, we can, but we're not allowed to. Apollo is the God of truth and prophecy, after all.
So I told him that I never knew my father, and Isidor started looking at me with pity. Which irritated me. I am not someone to pity. I have a mother!! But he changed the subject and asked why I wanted to come to Jupiter. I told him about my journey and luckily he took me seriously. But then he said, "Yeah, you need it kid. You're a mess."

I suddenly remembered why I came to him.

He told me that maybe I have an "Identity Crisis" (There's a name for it?!) because I never knew my father. Confidence is learnt from fathers, he said. Confidence is not an issue for me, though. I'm just not sure who I am...
Eew. That sounds gay.

And then he said the strangest thing. He offered to be my father.

Whuuuuuttt???? No one offers to be someone's father. NO ONE. It's just plain weird. I appreciate it, but I don't really think I need a father right now. I couldn't reject his offer, though. I must've taken some guts to say that. And I didn't really want to hurt his feelings... So I didn't say anything. He took it as a yes and hugged me. A manly father-son hug.

We just kept talking and talking until we never got to sleep. It was lunch time and we were still talking. It was sort of fun. He taught me how to strangle someone correctly. And he also taught me this strange fighting style. He said that ones we get out of this island, he'll go drinking with me. Alcohol? No-uh. He laughed when I refused to go drinking.
HA! If he thinks I've never gotten drunk before in my life then he is completely right! I am allergic to that stuff!!

We slept at 2 pm and forgot about hard labour. I woke up at 6 pm and here I am now... depressed.... And I'm not sure why...

Day FORTY FIVE : Day FORTY SIX : I can't take it anymore...

Day Forty Five : February 16, 2010 : Tuesday

It is bloody hot. Bloody hot and I am working under the sun. Working how? Collecting food and wood and making shelter. Isidor is a very delusional prick. And bossy. He believes we'll be stuck here for years so we (And by we, he means ME) need to build a shelter to keep us safe from the storms. Apollo, the storms. Don't let them hit this island. They are freaky powerful. But really. Clearly we wont get stuck here for years... I mean, I have a journey to finish here. I need to get to a plane by Saturday. I SERIOUSLY need to get to a plane. I won't get stuck here...right?

OH MY GOSH I'M GONNA GET STUCK HERE FOR YEARS!!!!

Okay, okay. I became hysterical and started screaming and crying. Isidor snapped me out and decided that the heat was getting to me. Well, yeah, if the heat looks like ISIDOR. It's that cunt who set me panicking! He also called me delusional... Really, I should speak my mind and tell him everything I want to tell him...
But it turns out I can't. I don't really know how to tell him. I'm afriad I'll hurt his feelings... So I won't tell him, because I am a caring Apollonian. Even though he's already bossing me like a mule just because he's older, and even though he already called me everything I'm not.

Yep. I won't tell him, cause I'm a caring Apollonian.
Dammit.

And the rest of the day was spent in hard labour. I don't even know how much more of this I can take... At least we have food. Fish and coconut juice. (Ha! Fish and coconut juice. I am so happy.)

Day Forty Six : February 17, 2010 : Wednesday

I had just about enough of this! I can't take it anymore. I can't fucking take it anymore. I am so serious I could cry! That Isidor dude has been bossing me around since fuck-knows-when and I don't want to say baad things to him because I am a man of virtues, but if he bosses me around ONE MORE TIME I swear to Apollo I'll be the one who murders him!

I mean, fuck. His voice! Annoying! He's been shouting at me since early this morning. I haven't even eatne my breakfast yet. You don't shout at hungry people. It's just rude and...and wrong! His voice is already so strangely familiar that I want to cut his throat out of his neck!

It's a good thing this place has many fruits and oranges. Else, I wouldn't know what might've happened.
I should really fight back... I should tell him what I want to say. I'll go... I'll go right now!! He's gonna be soooo sorry.

It's nighttime. Perrrrfect. So the moon is the only witness of what might happen tonight. He. He. He...

Day FORTY FOUR : The Island.

Day Forty Four : Febraury 15, 2010 : Monday

My head is injured. I saw something blue-green, flashes of lights, familiar scenes, people screaming.
And then I found myself lying in an island with a guy. He's from Jupiter. His name is Isidor.

Isidor has been weeping even before I gained consciousness. But he was happy to see me, that's for sure. The space ship we were in crashed (I suddenly felt vulnerable). His 7-year-old son died along with everybody else. This is a nice way to celebrate Valentine's, isn't it? Stuck in an island full of dead bodies and a nutty old man.

I sure as hey feel comfortable...

But Isidor is very responsible. He's been gathering food and wood, and I've been assisting him. I never paid any attention to all those Surviving A Plane Crash lessons because I never thought It'd happen to me. Damn my luck.
And it's been storming like crazy and I'm starting to get scared of lightening. I was always safe in the three years I spent here in Jupiter. What a bitter comeback. :(

And I had lots of plans about going back to my mother, or seeing my old school friends. What a bitter, bitter comeback.

On the bright side, I'm pretty used to sleeping out. And Isidor is very dependable. I guess I'll be able to sleep a little safe tonight.

Day FORTY THREE : Happy Valentine's Day

Day Forty Three : February 14, 2010 : Sunday

Still in the space ship. We're nearing Jupiter. A lot of the passengers are barfing. It's making me wanna barf too.

So, yeah. I'm so glad I'm here in the space ship during the most romantic day of the year. Why? First, I don't really have anyone to be with anyway. It would be kind of sad to be seen alone, wandering around, in Valentine's day. Second, Valentine's Day is not exactly too liked in Apollo. Eros, or most famously known as cupid, had a little disagreement with Apollo, and shot him with his arrow to make him fall in love with a nymph. It left poor Apollo a broken heart and a tree. Valentine's Day is a TRAGIC day for us Apollonians.

Anyway, I'm heading towards Jupiter. What's the plan? Honestly, I have no idea. I'm thinking of maybe seeing my mother, or maybe just plain relaxing for five days... You know, just think about me, since that's why I came up with this journey, right? (Credits to my dear friend, Vin).

I'll probably wander around the forests, looking for oranges or something.

Day FORTY ONE : Day FORTY TWO : Narcissistic

Day Forty One : February 12, 2010 : Friday

Again. I woke up early. Worked in the field for what seemed like forever. But this time I enjoyed it much more and had some time to think. I enjoyed the scenery too. Saturn is actually very beautiful. The ring looms over the sky mysteriously, but it looks nice and bright. Maybe it does deserve the "most beautiful planet" title. It was much better today, too, since Damien taught me how to work the field. He's actually friendly in the inside, huh. After forever, I went to milk the cow again and got to talk more to Stacey. She dreams big. I didn't say anything since I didn't want her optimism to go away. I mean, I'm no dream crasher.

We had dinner together, and since I was already leaving, I played the lyre for them as a goodbye present. They liked it and told me that I should make a living out of it (Odd advice), but I declined. Apollonians NEVER make a living out of the gifts of Apollo. When I was about to leave, we said our goodbyes and they told me that they were glad to meet me. I was touched, because they liked a person like me. A criminal, a lawbreaker, a pathetic, pathetic being. They also greeted me Happy Valentine's Day...

Oh... It was almost Valentine's Day. I completely forgot.

Day Forty Two : February 13, 2010 : Saturday

I'm out of Saturn now, and it looks so pretty from the outside. And to think, inside that one gigantic mass of dense planet, there are two people who likes me. It's kind of nice when I look at it that way. I can also see little Uranus from where I am.

I'm quite happy with my trip in Saturn. FIRST. Because I actually finished a goal! I didn't eat an orange. Not one orange in my stomach! I am so proud of myself! SECOND. I learned a lot of interesting things in Saturn. I learned how to farm and milk a cow, I also learned how to use my time "wisely"... I learned some stuff about myself (somehow)... But this journey is becoming less and less about me. That's good. I am learning to be selfless... I mean, I am waaay too Narcissistic. Maybe I'll visit Damien and Stacey again, one day. :)

Day THIRTY NINE : Day FORTY : Damien and Stacey

Day Thirty Nine : February 10, 2010 : Wednesday

I am hungry. It's been a week and two days (Not that I'm counting) that I last ate anything but peanuts. Drinks weren't anything, really. There were a lot in Uranus. Shouldn't there be food around here somewhere?? I mean... come on... All I see are some oranges... it feels like mockery!!!

.... Because Saturn has been mocking me, I decided to eat a cow. Shhhh. Do NOT tell. Or else I would become dinner, as well. But I have to say... Cows are quite lovely meal. Didn't even make a sound when I started killing it...

This is beginning to be awkward, so let's talk about something esle. Hmm. I spent most of the morning lying in a pasture, thinking about my plans and goals and whether I'll be able to get out of here alive. I don't think I'm going to die in Saturn though, since it's a very peaceful place. It is very surprisingly quiet. Very eerie. I never thought it was this silent... I kind of understand a little why Saki likes it here so much. JUST a little. I also walked a little here and there, meeting with animals mostly. Playing with them a little. It was almost lunch time and I was hungry as hell...

I think I collapsed of hunger next... Because I woke up in a small room in a cottage I think. And there was that lovely smell of porridge. For a moment, I thought three bears lived there, and I was supposed to be Goldilocks.
But luckily, they were Saturnians (Southern accent, Southern). A boy, whose probably 19, and a girl, whose probably 14. And I'm guessing they're siblings? They gave off that aura... I mean, they can't possibly be married....right?

Later, they told me about themselves and I was right! They were siblings! And their mother was in the hospital, and their father was in the army (There was a war in Saturn?). They seemed... poor, judging by the size of their home and their...job. Yeah, they were farmers.

But they are good people. They took me in and gave me food to eat. I never thought porridge could taste this good. Never, never, never. So I stayed in bed for the rest of the day.... They told me to get my strenght back or something.


Day Forty : February 11, 2010 : Thursday

The boy--His name is Damien--woke me up very early in the morning. He's a very serious type of person, quiet and only wears one expression. He told me that I needed to help them work the field to pay off for having eaten porridge and sleeping in their home. What the fork?! I didn't ask them to give me food or shelter! (That sounded so dramatic). You would think a simple thank you would suffice!
But I guess Saturnians are a very ungenerous type of beings...So in the end I helped them out anyway.

Damn, was it ever hard to work in the field. I would think it could drive me barmy.... The constant mooing and clucking and moooing and cluucking! GRAgghHH!! And the sweat... Oh, the sweat... Damien actually seemed cool doing his work. I wonder if I look cool.
I think it was the longest time I didn't say anything in one day. I didn't even have the time to think because I was too focused on the work I was doing.

Well, it wasn't that bad, to be honest. I think I enjoyed it. And seeing the sweat actually made me happy. It felt like I was giving my time on something meaningful... I mean, it's been forty days since I started this journey...I haven't really improved much. It took me forty days to do something with my time. I never thought it would be farming, though. But it made me happy, so it's okay. It's very okay.

When Damien saw how much I struggled with the land, he told me to go milk cows instead. I took it offensively, actually. I thought I was doing a splendid job with the land. :( And then he's going to just tell me to go milk cows. That's a girl's job, am I right?
So I went and did what he said, because he gives me the creeps. His younger sister--Stacey--helped me out with the milking. Despite her very cheerleader-bitch-is-me name, she's actually a quiet and shy girl. It felt odd to have to be taught by a girl... With the pulling of the udder and the pail and things. I mean... doesn't she have cooties? :( She was what you call "graceful" in movements, and she was cute, but she appeared like she was one with the land. And she had that innocent aura going about her. It felt scary to go near her...

It was fun, though. We ate together after that, and we laughed (Damien laughed!) about silly things and little things and things that mattered and even the royal family. The siblings looked up to Ray... They said he was the sweetest, most perfect kind of prince there ever was. But in reality, he's pretty mean and impatient. I hate that dude. If I had to choose which prince in the universe is the best, I'd have to say it would be Prince Ralph Czartoryska. That boy has so much to give. But those two are really respectful towards the royal family, they even like Saki. I mean, who likes Saki??? How repulsed I am! If they only knew how familiar I am with the royal family...

I also asked about the army, and whether Saturn has a war right now or not. They said that there was no war, but "Prince" Ray liked to keep the army very powerful. Looks like Saturn is better kept a friend rather than an enemy.But maybe Ray just felt powerless after seeing Mars' army. They have the most powerful army in the whole of the universe... I mean, hello~, God of War~!

After that, we slept. I guess I still have to work tomorrow.