Second Quarter Stormer

a mental maelstrom of thoughts

[last trip]

A gaze towards the nightsky. that's all frankie needed. yes, he's trying hard to fight gravity, or whatever force of nature nature itself dictated to the world. quite bemusingly, he loathes gravity too, when it pairs with the cold December air...

'has anything good happened lately?' so he thought. Yes, he lost, yet again. he know he DID made improvements, pushed the right buttons at the right moments, slipping here and there, but still.. he lost. 'Tekken WAS never the same, it keeps getting more and more complex,' he surmissed. 'so many possible combos, in the most outrageous pace of innovations.'

complexity. that's a bit odd. for a world to preach simplicity when in fact it is swimming in a deluge of uncertainties and contradictions, that's a bit too odd (if, frankie thought, that would seem to be downplaying it). yet still, the world needs simplicity.

'What for,' as he sips his cup of hot mocha.

nope, he knows he shouldn't ask that way. that's the reason why he had this love-hate relationship with the game. far from it, was his affection for the more complex types... but still...

'dang i lost by a punch...,' murmuring still as he walked by a couple (not a pair, but a peer-type thing) quietly sulking about why they lost or not have any luck at love. then another sip. another pair musing about their love affair. then a mild choke that could have almost lead to his personal embarrasment in this posh park, let alone lead to a stampede of people solemnly hearing mass who might have the temptation to traple on him just because he broke the solemnity with just a choke.

'dang, no one to even give me a number...'

why has he gone here... of course people won't know that. why's frankie here...

of course he has questions. which he knows he cannot answer ON his own. has that white star lost its brightness? has it been there like it was a year ago, where he sat somewhere in this park, gazing at it? has the tree grew? has the leaves grew...? for how can he tell, if the clouds are there, or if the ongoing construction-cum-renovation (cum leading to someone singing 'pana-panahon ng pagkakataon...') leads to that tree, its cold steel sheets impeding frankie's way towards it.

he knew it. he knows he's right. of course, he can do things, he CAN achieve things, but outside forces CAN undo it too at the same time... hence the kid owned him at that tekken match.

'has that spot moved...?' he mused, looking at the leaves of the tree that marks the spot he met a special someone a year ago... 'a year...'

still, he played, no, toyed with gravity. 'if you want to pull these tears from my eyes do so. you will win. you guys always do.'

...they did... they always do.

he crumpled the paper cup, and flirted  with the last remnants of the dark choco bar halfly dilluted in its bottom. 'so that's what 'clinging onto' is all about,' frankie muses. a dump at a nearby wastebin, and a cursory glance at the place, he knew that everything will change. he knows it too.

only he knows too that it will never be his will. not once, not now, not even the past...

[postscript]
[the long kiss goodbye]
the bus sits somewhere.waiting on another bend. in a few minutes, he will be boarding it. maybe to go somewhere, maybe to go forward, still... or maybe, and how he wished it to be, maybe to go back home...

he kissed home, but not to say goodbye. 'i will wait...' a solemn vow, not verbatim, because he felt it, as well as it is, yes, essential. 'and i will be strong, stronger than what i even thought i can be.'

but he knows too, that he's running out of bread, and time... and it's wearing him thin.

as the last trip sped, he felt gravity won. but no, frankie thought... still, as long as there's hope, as long as there's faith... 'as long as i know what is essential in me, what i know is right... i will fight for it...'

he said what he have to say. he did what he can.

frankie shuffled. he went back, he knew. where... he don't have a clue.

but he knows, the midnight runner he is, that in these places, there's no last trip.

only the very nature of the trip needs to be changed.

Sirocco blew away RaDiX4EvEr at 01:05 | :: slipstream :: | comments |

[...]

they say its the merriest time of the year... for me, not anymore. a year ago it was. sakto. it ended here and here..

and i got what i deserve. i did missed the confort of being sad, or like what cobain said so...

merry christmas everyone. this grinch won't be around for the holidays.

Sirocco blew away RaDiX4EvEr at 00:30 | :: slipstream :: | comments (1) |

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Sirocco blew away RaDiX4EvEr at 01:08 | :: slipstream :: | comments (1) |

[a vegetable a day... what???]

nothing's good at tv, or so frankie thought. he glanced cursorilly for any relevancy in the news channel, finding nothing but pure hoopla. "whatever that balding guy should be spilling right now he should spill it out NOW and not beat around the bushes," he remarked. "seems the guy's playing the 'i-keep-tab-and-delay-and-annoy-you-guys' game.

a game? hmph. one of his pet peeves, that supposedly-reality-tv which just ended yesterday? good thing for it, and this sunday's free from the crap. "at last my tv's free from a pesty metro running the house."

so nothing's good on tv. wonder what's in the kitchen... except for an almost forgotten purple vegetable (wonder why it was almost forgotten in the first place), nothing's there...

frankie examined the veggie... and found out, well... found out that there's nothing more to expect to it. or so it IS supposed to be that way, to not expect something special out of that limp eggplant. "what could be the most sordid way to enjoy this crap than stick it somewhere. maybe some people's ass."

"wonder where the zuccini went...," he thought, as he harries down towards the nearest convenience shop. "may i find a fancy toy there to add to my collection..."

Sirocco blew away RaDiX4EvEr at 15:19 | :: slipstream :: | comments |

[just before the year ends...]

a simple question really.. have anyone felt the rains this year?

me? ahehehe... quite... trickles so and so, but nah...

so far, so good. and i'm quite waiting for the new year.

***

love that song, the one playing right now... goes like...
"and wherever you go / and wherever you might go // it don't seem fair / for days to [today just] disappear[ed] // your light reflected now / reflected from afar // we're all but stones / your light made us stars..."

light years..... don't know if the past is future, or the future's past...

***

funny, too, to look back at your past, not reminiscing now, but just plainly looking back, and see what happened... far as i'm concerned, yes, i said im quite waiting for the new year...

will try to do it yet again in a most serendiptious manner...

***

tempest: [yet again?]
me: oh, its you again... long time...
tempest: [missed me?]
me: i should be the one asking that, right?
tempest: [whatever...]

Sirocco blew away RaDiX4EvEr at 20:52 | :: slipstream :: | comments |

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