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.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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...
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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 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.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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...
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...
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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.
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...
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...
Friday, February 19, 2010
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...
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...
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...
Monday, February 15, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
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.
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. :)
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Day THIRTY SEVEN : Day THIRTY EIGHT : Untrustworthy
Day Thirty Seven : February 8, 2010 : Monday
So, I'm on Saturn...
....
Is it me? Or is it just waaay to silent here? Maybe it's because I came from Uranus? Yeah, it must be that. I mean, Saki doesn't really give off the impression that Saturn is this quiet. I'm serious. I can only hear moo's and baa's.... Weird.
I'm still walking around, looking for a place to stay in. Weirdly enough, I've been running into dead ends. And I don't see much except the space port. I also see this weird ship. Like, you know, things that float in the sea. But... this one floats in air. I don't trust it...
Oh, by the way, I found out what the rocks were back in the space ship. We were actually already in the rings of Saturn, having trouble. I didn't know Saturn's rings were made up of rocks... I don't think anyone knew...
Sooooo what did I find out?? Nothing. This whole planet, I have theorized, is made up of grass and land and dead ends. There were wild cows... (I spent time fooling around with them just to kill time)... The sheep were friendly. I like sheep. I remember Jan whenever I see sheep. I miss him... I wonder where he is. I mean, he travelles around the universe too, cause he's a shepherd and all. I guess I'll be dreaming of him beside the cows and sheep and horses.
It stinks in Saturn...
Day Thirty Eight : February 9, 2010 : Tuesday
Yeah. So I found out that I had no choice but to ride that untrustworthy floating sea(air?) ship. It literally looks like a ship. You know, like a pirate's ship, only it's nice and kind-looking. But... Why the Hades is it floating?
Ah well...
So I spoke with a couple of crew members. I really had no choice since there were only a few beings in the ship, and they weren't even from Saturn (travellers?). So, yeah I spoke with the crew. It was difficult to understand them. They had such strong Saturnian accent. Sounds like the Southern Saturnian accent... Good. I'm nowhere near Saki.
I also tried to talk to the other "travellers". They were unfriendly, very suspicious, and... dressed peculiarly. Maybe they weren't from Milky Ways?
Well, I spent some time learning about Saturn in the ship since I had no choice because I'd get off of the damned ship by night. Most of the crew were happy people, but some were grumpy to the point of always scowling.
Not to mention the really frightening ride. Scary...
I kinda miss the sheeps...
So, I'm on Saturn...
....
Is it me? Or is it just waaay to silent here? Maybe it's because I came from Uranus? Yeah, it must be that. I mean, Saki doesn't really give off the impression that Saturn is this quiet. I'm serious. I can only hear moo's and baa's.... Weird.
I'm still walking around, looking for a place to stay in. Weirdly enough, I've been running into dead ends. And I don't see much except the space port. I also see this weird ship. Like, you know, things that float in the sea. But... this one floats in air. I don't trust it...
Oh, by the way, I found out what the rocks were back in the space ship. We were actually already in the rings of Saturn, having trouble. I didn't know Saturn's rings were made up of rocks... I don't think anyone knew...
Sooooo what did I find out?? Nothing. This whole planet, I have theorized, is made up of grass and land and dead ends. There were wild cows... (I spent time fooling around with them just to kill time)... The sheep were friendly. I like sheep. I remember Jan whenever I see sheep. I miss him... I wonder where he is. I mean, he travelles around the universe too, cause he's a shepherd and all. I guess I'll be dreaming of him beside the cows and sheep and horses.
It stinks in Saturn...
Day Thirty Eight : February 9, 2010 : Tuesday
Yeah. So I found out that I had no choice but to ride that untrustworthy floating sea(air?) ship. It literally looks like a ship. You know, like a pirate's ship, only it's nice and kind-looking. But... Why the Hades is it floating?
Ah well...
So I spoke with a couple of crew members. I really had no choice since there were only a few beings in the ship, and they weren't even from Saturn (travellers?). So, yeah I spoke with the crew. It was difficult to understand them. They had such strong Saturnian accent. Sounds like the Southern Saturnian accent... Good. I'm nowhere near Saki.
I also tried to talk to the other "travellers". They were unfriendly, very suspicious, and... dressed peculiarly. Maybe they weren't from Milky Ways?
Well, I spent some time learning about Saturn in the ship since I had no choice because I'd get off of the damned ship by night. Most of the crew were happy people, but some were grumpy to the point of always scowling.
Not to mention the really frightening ride. Scary...
I kinda miss the sheeps...
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Day THIRTY FOUR : Day THIRTY FIVE : Day THIRTY SIX
Day Thirty Four : February 5, 2010 : Friday
I slept under the rain yesterday and now I have a cold. I spent the day walking around, playing the lyre, and some Uranians sang along. What? They're suddenly friendly just because I have an expensive LYRE? What's wrong with these people?? And why do I feel so nauseous here?
I saw the castle, too. I could see my room from where I stood. Damn. It must be nice to be up there. I also saw Princess Lala and her father talking in their balcony. I quickly hid myself because... I don't really want to deal with Princess Lala right now. I guess seeing Erily is out of the question.
At night when I was heading towards the Space Port.... I SAW ZONVELF! I called out and we said hi. He asked a little about my "stupid" journey. (Stupid?)... : (
I told him that I would play a little song for him with my Lyre, but he said he was in a hurry. And he went away just like that. He didn't even say where he was going.
So I spent the night in the space port (where there's no rain. yipee~), and waited for my ride scince it'll arrive tomorrow.
Day Thirty Five : February 6, 2010 : Saturday
I am in the space ship. Actually, I wanted to extend in Uranius because I was only beginning to admire it. It's pretty nice once you get pass the singing and raining. I mean, my room in the castle was pretty silent and had lots of oranges in it (Lala spoils me).
Speaking of oranges--I miss it! This is the longest time I haven't seen, tasted or touched an orange!
:(
My only love in this universe, and we are apart. And WOW. Uranus spins on its side!! WHO knew that? No wonder I was feeling dizzy and things. It's growing smaller and smaller while we fly away... I see darkness again, and the creepy feeling of "space ship incedent" is slowly coming back to me. Looking at the stars is nice though... And I thought I saw the Little Prince somewhere. :) Nice kid, him. (Except he kidnapped a Venusian)... Kidding, kidding. He didn't. He's a cuute kid.
Day Thirty Six : February 7, 2010 : Sunday
I am on my way to Saturn and it has been FRIGHETENING. And no. It has nothing to do whith my empotions. I'm talking about the HUMONGUS space rocks we are trying to evade. The space ship has been bumped countless of times already, and it feels scary and things... Not to mention familiar. It feels almost like that time when a certain elf pointed at a certain plane.
But if I do live to visit Saturn, my goal, I have decided, will be NOT to eat oranges. It makes me want to cry when I think about it, and I'm sure there will be a lot of fruits there, but the harder it is, the better. WILL I SUCCEED? Or will I die?
Just please, let my death be beautiful and poetic, at least. (Not "Death by space rock")
I slept under the rain yesterday and now I have a cold. I spent the day walking around, playing the lyre, and some Uranians sang along. What? They're suddenly friendly just because I have an expensive LYRE? What's wrong with these people?? And why do I feel so nauseous here?
I saw the castle, too. I could see my room from where I stood. Damn. It must be nice to be up there. I also saw Princess Lala and her father talking in their balcony. I quickly hid myself because... I don't really want to deal with Princess Lala right now. I guess seeing Erily is out of the question.
At night when I was heading towards the Space Port.... I SAW ZONVELF! I called out and we said hi. He asked a little about my "stupid" journey. (Stupid?)... : (
I told him that I would play a little song for him with my Lyre, but he said he was in a hurry. And he went away just like that. He didn't even say where he was going.
So I spent the night in the space port (where there's no rain. yipee~), and waited for my ride scince it'll arrive tomorrow.
Day Thirty Five : February 6, 2010 : Saturday
I am in the space ship. Actually, I wanted to extend in Uranius because I was only beginning to admire it. It's pretty nice once you get pass the singing and raining. I mean, my room in the castle was pretty silent and had lots of oranges in it (Lala spoils me).
Speaking of oranges--I miss it! This is the longest time I haven't seen, tasted or touched an orange!
:(
My only love in this universe, and we are apart. And WOW. Uranus spins on its side!! WHO knew that? No wonder I was feeling dizzy and things. It's growing smaller and smaller while we fly away... I see darkness again, and the creepy feeling of "space ship incedent" is slowly coming back to me. Looking at the stars is nice though... And I thought I saw the Little Prince somewhere. :) Nice kid, him. (Except he kidnapped a Venusian)... Kidding, kidding. He didn't. He's a cuute kid.
Day Thirty Six : February 7, 2010 : Sunday
I am on my way to Saturn and it has been FRIGHETENING. And no. It has nothing to do whith my empotions. I'm talking about the HUMONGUS space rocks we are trying to evade. The space ship has been bumped countless of times already, and it feels scary and things... Not to mention familiar. It feels almost like that time when a certain elf pointed at a certain plane.
But if I do live to visit Saturn, my goal, I have decided, will be NOT to eat oranges. It makes me want to cry when I think about it, and I'm sure there will be a lot of fruits there, but the harder it is, the better. WILL I SUCCEED? Or will I die?
Just please, let my death be beautiful and poetic, at least. (Not "Death by space rock")
Day THIRTY TWO : Day THIRTY THREE : Opera and Lyres
Day Thirty Two : February 3, 2010 : Wednesday
Okay. A (Not so) good night's sleep helped me gather my senses a bit. Now I am fully understandable and things like that.
The singing and raining still continues, of course. But since I got so fed up of it, I went indoors to watch some sort of opera. Yeah...MORE singing. Damn. I am like a trapped rat here. Speaking of rats, I SAW ONE STROLLING ALONG URANUS. Like, eeeeew. Is it that dirty here??? Or... Are they immigrants from Neptune? Or maybe they are just plain Uranians.
Okay. Stop it with the rats, Lei. (Wow. I'm talking to myself.) So the opera. I didn't think I'd like it, really... And I thought right. Serious music is just not for me, I guess. But it was quite interesting. Interesting, why? Because I got to talk to one of the opera person... She (A very pretty 'She', too) was one of the few people who caught my eyes. The main reason was that she had this gold hair that is so shiny. It tempts me to just...pull it. The other reason is that she has been blessed by Apollo with the gift of singing. She is seriously good. Take it from me, I've been hearing different voices since I got here. (Plus, I'm like the bloody son of the God of Music)
... But you know what? She said she hated singing. Hmm.... That's interesting. But it's not exactly the kind of hate that you are thinking about. No~ She loves singing so much she hates it. She hates singing because she said that she could only be as good as how she is now. I don't understand her though. I mean... what a diva! >:( She's already so good... why does she want to be better? But I can't exactly tell her this, because she allowed me to sleep in the opera house. Ha. Finally. I have a reason to like it here...
Day Thirty Three : February 4, 2010 : Thursday
Okay. I woke up early today. Why? I could only blame it to that Uranian opera singer girl and her high pitched voice. Yeah. Not so nice to hear in the morning. SHE DIDN'T EVEN APOLOGIZE. But then again, maybe that's not so necessary here in Uranus.
We got to talk... And it was a little bit awkward because she kept pouring out her feelings on me. Girls. They think guys could understand them when they really can't. But ironically, I told her that I understood how she feels. I even played the lyre for her while she sung. Ugh. I missed the lyre. Good thing they had one here.
And she applaud me for my good work. I got big headed there, but meh. I AM BIG HEADED.
And then she sung. Which was only good. Hm. Yesterday she was sensational, but maybe it was because I was hungry.
That's basically how the day was spent. Lyre and singing. I was just there to help her practice and things.
She told me her name... But I forgot what it is. Something hard to pronounce I guess...
We ate (she sung), and she looked fascinated when I started eating the peanuts I stole from that space ship. She tried to swallow one but...choked. I panicked like hell cause I honestly didn't know what to do. SHE COULDN'T DRINK WATER!!! But luckily, she wasn't stupid. She started singing about water and she's ok.
I had to leave at night, and she gave me the lyre. SHE GAVE IT JUST LIKE THAT!!! I despise her carelessness!! Doesn't she know how expensive these lyres are back in Apollo??? And she just gave it to a jail-escapee like me! Oh well... AT least I have one now. Lucky, lucky me. I mean, we only learn about it at school, but we never actually acquire it. I am so boasting when I get back to Apollo. :D
Okay. A (Not so) good night's sleep helped me gather my senses a bit. Now I am fully understandable and things like that.
The singing and raining still continues, of course. But since I got so fed up of it, I went indoors to watch some sort of opera. Yeah...MORE singing. Damn. I am like a trapped rat here. Speaking of rats, I SAW ONE STROLLING ALONG URANUS. Like, eeeeew. Is it that dirty here??? Or... Are they immigrants from Neptune? Or maybe they are just plain Uranians.
Okay. Stop it with the rats, Lei. (Wow. I'm talking to myself.) So the opera. I didn't think I'd like it, really... And I thought right. Serious music is just not for me, I guess. But it was quite interesting. Interesting, why? Because I got to talk to one of the opera person... She (A very pretty 'She', too) was one of the few people who caught my eyes. The main reason was that she had this gold hair that is so shiny. It tempts me to just...pull it. The other reason is that she has been blessed by Apollo with the gift of singing. She is seriously good. Take it from me, I've been hearing different voices since I got here. (Plus, I'm like the bloody son of the God of Music)
... But you know what? She said she hated singing. Hmm.... That's interesting. But it's not exactly the kind of hate that you are thinking about. No~ She loves singing so much she hates it. She hates singing because she said that she could only be as good as how she is now. I don't understand her though. I mean... what a diva! >:( She's already so good... why does she want to be better? But I can't exactly tell her this, because she allowed me to sleep in the opera house. Ha. Finally. I have a reason to like it here...
Day Thirty Three : February 4, 2010 : Thursday
Okay. I woke up early today. Why? I could only blame it to that Uranian opera singer girl and her high pitched voice. Yeah. Not so nice to hear in the morning. SHE DIDN'T EVEN APOLOGIZE. But then again, maybe that's not so necessary here in Uranus.
We got to talk... And it was a little bit awkward because she kept pouring out her feelings on me. Girls. They think guys could understand them when they really can't. But ironically, I told her that I understood how she feels. I even played the lyre for her while she sung. Ugh. I missed the lyre. Good thing they had one here.
And then she sung. Which was only good. Hm. Yesterday she was sensational, but maybe it was because I was hungry.
That's basically how the day was spent. Lyre and singing. I was just there to help her practice and things.
She told me her name... But I forgot what it is. Something hard to pronounce I guess...
We ate (she sung), and she looked fascinated when I started eating the peanuts I stole from that space ship. She tried to swallow one but...choked. I panicked like hell cause I honestly didn't know what to do. SHE COULDN'T DRINK WATER!!! But luckily, she wasn't stupid. She started singing about water and she's ok.
I had to leave at night, and she gave me the lyre. SHE GAVE IT JUST LIKE THAT!!! I despise her carelessness!! Doesn't she know how expensive these lyres are back in Apollo??? And she just gave it to a jail-escapee like me! Oh well... AT least I have one now. Lucky, lucky me. I mean, we only learn about it at school, but we never actually acquire it. I am so boasting when I get back to Apollo. :D
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Day THIRTY : Day THIRTY ONE : Finally lost it....
Day Thirty : February 1, 2010 : Monday
Day one in Uranus. Let me try to be optimistic... Hmmm... Singing, raining, singing, raining, singing, raining... I can't really find anything to be optimistic about. Everyone is busy singing, and almost no one wants to talk. Well, some does... But it requires singing....
Gosh. People here are such gluttons.
... I think I can hear Erily's voice amidst all the 20 gazillion I hear. Wow! I have super ears! Just like Alvin!
So, I am starved. Where's my rain coat, you ask? Didn't really buy one anymore... since I'm already wet. Wet all over. I've never felt so liquified in my life. But I think, maybe, I should buy one... since I might catch some kind of disease, sleeping under the rain.
Did you know that Uranians can stand on clouds? I didn't. I've never seen Zonvelf stand on clouds.... I'm not even sure about him being a Uranian. What exactly is he???
You know which song is not allowed to be sung? "Rain, rain, go away."... Funny. Cause that's the only song in my mind right now.
But wow. Everyone has such nice voices here. I mean, I don't like to boast but, I've been told to have quite the singing voice. I'm not so sure about that... But maybe I have a talent? Or something?
....
Tried to sing. Failed. Got beaten up by some Uranian Nazi. Don't really want to talk abou it.... I want to sleep now. Good night.
Day Thirty One : February 2, 2010 : Tuesday
So, huh. What's up? I woke up today remembering one very important thing.... It's my year this year. I forgot that I am the metal TIGER. Hmmm... What am I supposed to do, anyway? What did Alvin do?
So, what else did I forget? Oh right. Father's day. When is that? I have no idea...
You know what?!?!?!?!?! Alvin has a really lame name! Why can't I call him something else? Like... like.... like Al. I can call him "Al" or something.... Vin?
HA! Vin. That's one weird name.... It might juuuuuust work.
Ooh. What's with all these freaky random thoughts? It's nothing, really. I mean, I have the rights to go mad, right? I can go mad... I know I can. Yeah... But why go mad? WHY, you ask??? Well, HA! That's a good question, pal. JUUUUUST GREAT! You know why I should go mad? Because of this stupid song!!! I've been hearing it since yesternight! I AM SO SICK OF IT!! Everyone is singing at the same time, 20 kazillion people! So tell me why I can hear this ONE SONG over and over and corking OVER! Damn my super ears! DAMN THEM ALL!!
I somehow understand Vin, now. Why he used to say "I hate people" all the time. What an emo kid, Vinny. AHAHAHAHA! Vinny.... Funny. Maybe I should just call him doodey, though. It's cute... And embarassing for him. SO VINNY OLD PAL. I MISS YOU DOODEY!
I'M SINGING IN THE RAIN! JUST SINGING IN THE RAIN! LALALALALADEEDADADALADOO~ AND A BUMPEEDUMPEEDOO~
FEE. FIE. FOE. FUM~ I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ERILY MAN!
.... I'm just in one corner of Uranus. Singing like a fool, begging for money. Wet and crazy and all that. Gosh, I miss being dry.
Day one in Uranus. Let me try to be optimistic... Hmmm... Singing, raining, singing, raining, singing, raining... I can't really find anything to be optimistic about. Everyone is busy singing, and almost no one wants to talk. Well, some does... But it requires singing....
Gosh. People here are such gluttons.
... I think I can hear Erily's voice amidst all the 20 gazillion I hear. Wow! I have super ears! Just like Alvin!
So, I am starved. Where's my rain coat, you ask? Didn't really buy one anymore... since I'm already wet. Wet all over. I've never felt so liquified in my life. But I think, maybe, I should buy one... since I might catch some kind of disease, sleeping under the rain.
Did you know that Uranians can stand on clouds? I didn't. I've never seen Zonvelf stand on clouds.... I'm not even sure about him being a Uranian. What exactly is he???
You know which song is not allowed to be sung? "Rain, rain, go away."... Funny. Cause that's the only song in my mind right now.
But wow. Everyone has such nice voices here. I mean, I don't like to boast but, I've been told to have quite the singing voice. I'm not so sure about that... But maybe I have a talent? Or something?
....
Tried to sing. Failed. Got beaten up by some Uranian Nazi. Don't really want to talk abou it.... I want to sleep now. Good night.
Day Thirty One : February 2, 2010 : Tuesday
So, huh. What's up? I woke up today remembering one very important thing.... It's my year this year. I forgot that I am the metal TIGER. Hmmm... What am I supposed to do, anyway? What did Alvin do?
So, what else did I forget? Oh right. Father's day. When is that? I have no idea...
You know what?!?!?!?!?! Alvin has a really lame name! Why can't I call him something else? Like... like.... like Al. I can call him "Al" or something.... Vin?
HA! Vin. That's one weird name.... It might juuuuuust work.
Ooh. What's with all these freaky random thoughts? It's nothing, really. I mean, I have the rights to go mad, right? I can go mad... I know I can. Yeah... But why go mad? WHY, you ask??? Well, HA! That's a good question, pal. JUUUUUST GREAT! You know why I should go mad? Because of this stupid song!!! I've been hearing it since yesternight! I AM SO SICK OF IT!! Everyone is singing at the same time, 20 kazillion people! So tell me why I can hear this ONE SONG over and over and corking OVER! Damn my super ears! DAMN THEM ALL!!
I somehow understand Vin, now. Why he used to say "I hate people" all the time. What an emo kid, Vinny. AHAHAHAHA! Vinny.... Funny. Maybe I should just call him doodey, though. It's cute... And embarassing for him. SO VINNY OLD PAL. I MISS YOU DOODEY!
I'M SINGING IN THE RAIN! JUST SINGING IN THE RAIN! LALALALALADEEDADADALADOO~ AND A BUMPEEDUMPEEDOO~
FEE. FIE. FOE. FUM~ I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ERILY MAN!
.... I'm just in one corner of Uranus. Singing like a fool, begging for money. Wet and crazy and all that. Gosh, I miss being dry.