Welcome

Maybe I act on confused behavior, all this time we heard alarms.

This humble abode has a puncture on my bed. I don't have the exact words to describe the idea, but just to cut the Gordon's knot, let's say that I've gotten Sheldoned out of the picture by my own insecurity. Enveloped by my own impulse to just mash away the buttons of wanton desire to be happy just for a day, I then felt like a complete dog on a leash after getting whipped in the ass by the conformities of normal life. I know that the rules should not apply to my unorthodox way of thinking, but for the sake of cohabitation, I guess the right thing to do is to kneel down and not bark when the humans are retiring for the eve.

The only other one who shares my part of the bone would be my bitch, so to speak. Not the colloquial one, if that's what you're thinking. My partner. Of course it's a she, dumbass.

I've got no qualms about how stuff rolls, but there are times that dogs chase cars for no apparent reason. I hope that the world acknowledges that, even though no one understands why. We bark at midnight just to make ourselves not feel left out, so why not let us? It's hard just doing what you are supposed to do while you're awake, but how about those times that you just want to howl at the moon? You can't, you're in a cage. And even if you did, you'd get reprimanded for doing what you normally do anyway, so why bother?

I'm a dog, there is no doubt about that. I'm loyal, capable and adaptive. But I still have my own quirks and needs only a dog can understand.

Let me howl. It's my only release from your world to mine. You already have the lion's share, so at least let me commune with the moon. It doesn't talk back to me, but aside from my partner, that's all I have.

I can't be a bother to everybody, but I want to play out this screen. You won't cry, we won't scream.

One Strain At A Time

There's a couple of drunk young folks right behind me. One of them keeps on flipping the bitch word, her metro-friend seems to enjoy the attention. Their fallback guy just turned the volume up on his gangster hiphop beat from his customized boombox inside his car, all while the other two ladies make out at the back.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Guess not. I'm just a local nerd, sipping float at Ronald's place, trying to get my minutes up. I'm here, trying to keep my peace, until these bunch of ecstasy-infused degenerates came and spoiled my solitude. I'm guessing that's vodka and french fries that the other girl threw up on the floor, while the fastfood store is now contaminated with that cheap face powder smell.

I can't think straight. I was able to earlier, but now my mood has swung from "McGyver-inspired" to "Killing in the name of", and to top it all off, Old Kaji is arising. Just one more nudge, and I'll ruin their cosmetically-enhanced faces, burn their piece-of-shit-they-call-a-car, get their wallets and purses, and step on their entrails. I'll put some swagger on my walk while I'm at it.

Oops. Too much typing on my Aino lost me my chance. They turned tails and left. Shit.

When will fate let me exact my just fortune? When can I get myself rid of my subconscious attacks on the world? How can I live my dreams without sacrificing the ones I cherish and love?

I know of only one who can help me. But unless that which I cannot name cannot, then I fear that I would again be lost. All I have is this year to make things worth the life I've spent. But if not, then that's just three miles from the rest stop.

I might become that lost oar again.

Fast Car

And I have a feeling that I belong.

Whoa.

That didn't sound right.

Here with old-school friends from another call center with my better half. Drinking brandy with shrimp chips on the side. It's one of the simpler, more refined moments in everyday life.

And yet, it's something that I've had longed for ever since.

Would this be the time to make a stand, or would I just fall from a tree and be swept away by the wind again? I'd rather...

...but I have a feeling that I could be someone.

Take That

Got a fist of pure emotion, got a head of shattered dreams, gotta leave it all behind now.

Haha. Take That LSS. Now there's some Lambada song playing on the PS3. 'Nuff said.

Got my girlfriend adjusting the electric fan for some reason. May go to the grocery for, uhm, well, you know, grocery stuff. It's a stupid anecdote, I know. And yeah. I'm now enrolled in a buffing-up steroid-clad place to bulk up. The hell.

See how most of who I was has now evolved into something better over the past year. It's been a roller-coaster-ride of sorts again, and I'm proud to say that I like this current administration, iron fist and all. I'm now rid of past ghosts and other things you'll need a vacuum cleaner to contain. Now all I need to do is to keep this up, and maybe I'll win a Nobel Prize for perseverance or two.

Somehow, the current situation I'm in is a lot more complicated than it seems, but somehow, I see it in a 3D-glasses perspective. It does excite me more now, taking challenges like these and hitting them where it hurts. Although I still kinda miss the occasional drifting every now and then, at least I've got a pad to chow on, semi-permanently.

The problem is, I'm starting to feel at home.

I guess now it's time, that you came back for good.