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...