Tragedies

     I sometimes wish I was dead or someone was especially my siblings but I know that when they do I'll probably cry my eyes out and cowering in the corner asking and hoping they'll come back. I realize that I couldn't live without them no matter how I hate them.

     One of my friends just lost his brother in a tragic accident and I remember him telling me how annoying he was but no matter what they would still be brothers. It must be tragic for him; only God knows what he's thinking about on the flight back here. 

     There's no doubt that we hate our siblings to an extent but we'll miss them so much if we were to lose them. Every parent would never want their child to go before them. God knows how my parents would react if any of us were gone.

     After I lost her I never thought that anything else could upset me then this happens and I couldn't fathom the fact that I would cry for someone I used to know when I was a child. Nothing could be more heartbreaking than when I lost her but I was wrong.

     My prayers are with you and your family my friend. May Marc rest in peace wherever he is.

Marc will always be in our memories.

Our Sanctuary

She just called out of the blue; after such a long time of going missing she called. I can't believe it but I’m glad she did. Who is the she I'm referring to? Well my best friend of course! A.A.M or Dude, our call was cut short but at least I heard her.

So anyway I found myself explaining to my roomie about my best friend and I had none so I told her the story of our lives instead. She came to the conclusion and we were nuts! Medically prescribed unfit to roam the streets freely! I can't deny it though; we are crazy. Being nostalgic and searching memories etched in my sub cranial, somehow retelling those stories to a stranger outside of my Bluetooth range made me relive it all.

There were some memories that I have forgotten but I’m glad I returned and dug them back up again. What Dude and I had was a relief from all that was out there. This post isn’t about how we ended up becoming friends and conquered the world with our mighty fists of glory but of how our unexpected friendship detain what was out there from our lives.

There is no denying that people see us as two perky best friends without a problem in the world but they wouldn’t really know and I’m not here to reveal anything outside the walls of our friendship. There’s no journey without bumps and bruises on the road but as we took our own paths we faced worst without each other.

Being separated at first wasn’t the worst thing but it became worst somehow we learned to cope and live different lives; becoming different people. When we meet up those factors didn’t stop us from communicating but instead gave us enough knowledge to know each other without being physically there.

When I was coming to the end of our adventure as I was telling my roomie she asked me a question I never asked myself but somehow forgotten.

“What is Lala Land?”

Lala Land, I haven’t said it more than a year and I surely haven’t been there even longer. How could I forget our grand escape from reality? Our safe heaven? Our sanctuary? Maybe because I know that there’s no escape from reality, maybe, just maybe I’ve grown up.

I’m glad I took the pathway back to the past because now Lala Land exists again. It’s there for the reason we found it. Our escape.

Lala Land is where we escape to forget everything and do everything we want, be anything we want but most of all where all dreams come true. I’ve always thought that it was temporary but now when trying to explain this place to others it means much more.

Whoever knew two odd girls would have found a way out and come back again?

Dude, thanks for always being there when I needed you and I hoped I did the same for you. Every time you read this I’ll admit I miss you and I can't fully live without you. Thank you for helping me escape, I wouldn’t have the courage if it hadn’t been for you.

 I love you dude.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Socking Muffin

My housemates are officially all gone except for the Sabahans. Everyone went back and left us with loads of food in their locker (they're afraid we'll starve to death) and endearing words like 'Take care' and 'Be careful' but before leaving my housemate Syu brought a kitten home which she was supposed to bring it home with her but instead forgot and left it with us.

So let me present to you our new family member Sock!

Yeah well, it's not the most behaved creature in the world but I'll live with it. Last night we let it out and instead of doing its business it just jump in the closest dry drain. The next morning however it went missing and I didn't bother looking for it but I heard meowing coming from the deep back drain to see our little Sock stuck in it. It seems like we have another troublemaker in the house; apart from me that is.

We had a hard time feeding it since it does not want to eat. I wanted to shove those fish crackers in its mouth so it stops meowing. Animal cruelty I know! Anyway, when it started eating it doesn't eat silently. It makes this really odd sound that sounds like a sea lion. How weird is that? It likes to climb into small dark spaces and it's hell looking for it since it's black in colour. 

Somehow I find that it fits into our family. It's just as noisy as we are. I also have this habit of talking to it like it understands me. *shudder*

When you call it, it doesn't answer but when you don't call it then it makes as much meowing sound as it want.

Good bye now, I have to go look for Sock!