On weekends I just want to party, spend like crazy, feel grand and then relax with a peaceful ‘do not disturb me’ long sleep. But that rarely ever happens. One or two things are always missing. Can’t get it all, as they say. But one thing I keep telling myself is that whatever I do and how much I feel I am relaxed, I still feel tired when I get up every morning. But then once the day starts the feeling’s gone.
I don’t know why some really weird memories are flying back into my head today. I was just telling Nadzy some of those and we couldn’t help but laugh like crazy. I so want to put them down. I don’t think everyone would understand everything but still…
Ok now we happen to know this man who was always treated as if he was the KING of this world. I always wondered why? He was quite psychotic. There was hardly anything normal about him. Nor was he very wise or an amazing judge of situations. To say the least he always interfered in everybody else’s business and made things worse. He was always like that even when he was young. People say that he used to have a few photo albums. And these are very old times that I am talking about, so the excitement to see photographs in old big albums was slightly different from the way we look at our thousands of digital photos saved in chips. Anyway, so he used to keep one such album someplace and his other siblings were strictly told not to touch the sacred album. One day he was out and the few siblings got to see that album in his absence.
Then the king came back and somehow he felt that the siblings did fiddle around with his precious album. So, he tore apart the entire photo album and each picture that was put in that memorable album. It always seems so maddening but he was capable of doing worse stuff. I have never been friendly with him for which I pat myself. Nor do I respect him for his madness though I never expressed it to him because he is a mad man anyway so who cares. I did see his pics recently in my albums this week and he looks like a person without a heart. He does seem a bit crack. I wonder if people really do respect him or is it all an act…
Ok talking about something else. Like I said earlier, I don’t think I’d keep any pets later on because I am tired. Honestly speaking for quite a few years I stopped nursing them but yeah if need be and they are un well, I make sure they get better and their treatment is done at the earliest. I do feel we have but too many cats and it is just crazy to manage. It’s like piling too much weight on your head.
There was a time even I used to clean their mess and I got terribly sick. But now I don’t. I never wanted a zillion cats and I can’t manage them either. I like whenever I see cats – stray or good breeds but I don’t want them all in our house…that’s what I feel. Anyway, they are there and yeah so I don’t clean no more. However, I am appalled to see how my brother is so into cleaning the house every morning, evening and night. I fail to understand how can it be on his mind all the time. There isn’t a day off. There’s no break. Probably because the shit never ends. But it’s so unhealthy. It’s such a pain for the mind and body too. Scooping and cleaning, fighting with others to participate too and then get all agitated. It’s like I am not happy and you too can’t be happy. It can be quite a pain living with it :P
Now, it looks like such an old time but while I was doing my A-level I had such amazing memories. I always say that was the best time ever. Everybody was so chilled out, no hang ups, experiment it all, laugh it off, time to do the craziest stunts and yes everyone was so in love with someone :P That was the funniest bit…love was such a big thing for everyone.
At that time, I knew this girl who had this huge boyfriend and he was yeah very HUGE. We used to have those fund raising fairs at Fun land for various charities. So, we all went to have rides and all. There is that Flying Saucer ride. I remember I took Nadzy with me and we sat on this flying saucer. And this girl and her HUGE BF sat in front of us. And Nadzy and I went mad as the ride started, we were just falling off it seemed. It was painful cuz Nadzy was falling on me... But then in between Nadzy and I looked that the girl and her BF hardly moved an inch probably there was no space left for them to move at all:P and Nadzy and I started laughing…It was such a freakishly funny ride and we totally broke our neck after that ride. I heard she got married to someone else and so did the huge guy.
And then I had a best friend in my school days who considered me as her soul mate. She was very different from me actually now that I look back. I am sure if we would have met today we wouldn’t have hit the way we did when we were in the 6th grade. Anyway, at that time we were good friends. Actually, I did have a great time with her as well. But then she met some strange guy who apparently had some issues with me and probably me being her soul mate as she foolishly told him. And she really wanted me to meet him too and it was kinda ugly. I don’t know why somethings happen, but today I feel it wasn’t even necessary if I had to be friends with her guy. Does it really even make a difference? And so if it was only a matter of time we just broke all ties. I am happy that too happened…meaningless stuff shouldn’t linger on for long. And the meaning of friendship is very different for me ever since.
I don’t know why some really weird memories are flying back into my head today. I was just telling Nadzy some of those and we couldn’t help but laugh like crazy. I so want to put them down. I don’t think everyone would understand everything but still…
Ok now we happen to know this man who was always treated as if he was the KING of this world. I always wondered why? He was quite psychotic. There was hardly anything normal about him. Nor was he very wise or an amazing judge of situations. To say the least he always interfered in everybody else’s business and made things worse. He was always like that even when he was young. People say that he used to have a few photo albums. And these are very old times that I am talking about, so the excitement to see photographs in old big albums was slightly different from the way we look at our thousands of digital photos saved in chips. Anyway, so he used to keep one such album someplace and his other siblings were strictly told not to touch the sacred album. One day he was out and the few siblings got to see that album in his absence.
Then the king came back and somehow he felt that the siblings did fiddle around with his precious album. So, he tore apart the entire photo album and each picture that was put in that memorable album. It always seems so maddening but he was capable of doing worse stuff. I have never been friendly with him for which I pat myself. Nor do I respect him for his madness though I never expressed it to him because he is a mad man anyway so who cares. I did see his pics recently in my albums this week and he looks like a person without a heart. He does seem a bit crack. I wonder if people really do respect him or is it all an act…
Ok talking about something else. Like I said earlier, I don’t think I’d keep any pets later on because I am tired. Honestly speaking for quite a few years I stopped nursing them but yeah if need be and they are un well, I make sure they get better and their treatment is done at the earliest. I do feel we have but too many cats and it is just crazy to manage. It’s like piling too much weight on your head.
There was a time even I used to clean their mess and I got terribly sick. But now I don’t. I never wanted a zillion cats and I can’t manage them either. I like whenever I see cats – stray or good breeds but I don’t want them all in our house…that’s what I feel. Anyway, they are there and yeah so I don’t clean no more. However, I am appalled to see how my brother is so into cleaning the house every morning, evening and night. I fail to understand how can it be on his mind all the time. There isn’t a day off. There’s no break. Probably because the shit never ends. But it’s so unhealthy. It’s such a pain for the mind and body too. Scooping and cleaning, fighting with others to participate too and then get all agitated. It’s like I am not happy and you too can’t be happy. It can be quite a pain living with it :P
Now, it looks like such an old time but while I was doing my A-level I had such amazing memories. I always say that was the best time ever. Everybody was so chilled out, no hang ups, experiment it all, laugh it off, time to do the craziest stunts and yes everyone was so in love with someone :P That was the funniest bit…love was such a big thing for everyone.
At that time, I knew this girl who had this huge boyfriend and he was yeah very HUGE. We used to have those fund raising fairs at Fun land for various charities. So, we all went to have rides and all. There is that Flying Saucer ride. I remember I took Nadzy with me and we sat on this flying saucer. And this girl and her HUGE BF sat in front of us. And Nadzy and I went mad as the ride started, we were just falling off it seemed. It was painful cuz Nadzy was falling on me... But then in between Nadzy and I looked that the girl and her BF hardly moved an inch probably there was no space left for them to move at all:P and Nadzy and I started laughing…It was such a freakishly funny ride and we totally broke our neck after that ride. I heard she got married to someone else and so did the huge guy.
And then I had a best friend in my school days who considered me as her soul mate. She was very different from me actually now that I look back. I am sure if we would have met today we wouldn’t have hit the way we did when we were in the 6th grade. Anyway, at that time we were good friends. Actually, I did have a great time with her as well. But then she met some strange guy who apparently had some issues with me and probably me being her soul mate as she foolishly told him. And she really wanted me to meet him too and it was kinda ugly. I don’t know why somethings happen, but today I feel it wasn’t even necessary if I had to be friends with her guy. Does it really even make a difference? And so if it was only a matter of time we just broke all ties. I am happy that too happened…meaningless stuff shouldn’t linger on for long. And the meaning of friendship is very different for me ever since.
