My bedtime story differs every night. How about yours?

On the phone,

Girl : I miss you

Boy : I miss you too. You sound sleepy. Go to sleep.

Girl : No, i don't want to. I want to hear your voice and feel better.

Boy : Wanna hear a story?

Girl : Yes! yes! yes!

Boy : Alright, here it goes. I liked this girl. I noticed her because of her curves.

Girl : Curves?? You have got to be kidding me??

Boy : I do not kid. I am serious. I used to watch her walk up the hill with those curves swaying. 

Girl : *giggling* So did you approach her?

Boy : I never. I just watched her. But her curves were incredible. She is short and she carries around this huge knapsack that covers her curves.

Girl : Really now?

Boy : Really and then one day, i saw her walking alone down the hill. And her curves...

Girl : HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. 

Boy : Hey!! What i am telling you is true.

Girl : I know. You make me laugh at very random moments.

Boy : Haha. Hey, wanna hear another story?

Girl : *smiles* Yes, please.

Every night (nearly every night), we would call each other to tell stories of our days. Was he tired? Has he eaten? What did he do in that goat farm? When will i see him? Did he wash his clothes yet? Does he think of me during these hard times? I am not very good at long distance relationships, i will admit that and he knows it very well. I try my best because i believe in us. I won't give up on dreams, family, faith and us. 

Hey You.

Dear Lola,
Despite the time zones and my incapable way of keeping up with you, i always have you on my mind.

Wondering what you are doing.
What are you up to.
Where are you heading next.
What's next on your busy schedule.
What could you be sketching.

if you were to be in front of me, i would be investigating your thoughts.
build a microchip and plant it into your head so that i would know everything.
or build a mood ring that would alert me if you are down or happy.

*sighs*
i wish that i could be with you.
make more fond memories.
i know that i may not be the best person to turn up to because i am never there. Most of the time.
But you should know that i will always be here, on the other side of the world, wishing the best for you.

Here are some pictures from my recent trips, hope you enjoy the view and remember that when everything looks topsy turvy, there is still some pretty left in the world. You just need to know where to look at.

Lola, i wanna be a Mad Scientist and looook, i have unlocked the secrets!! 

mutated fishes

See you on the flip side,
Muffin

Wishing Silently And Secretly.

You know this. You acknowledge it. You never fail to see right through me.

Dear mother,
He wasn't really what i needed and wanted. All he ever did was made sure that i was happy. As long as there is a smile on my face, he was more than contented and happy. Although it took me long to realize and when i did, i adore him. This wasn't suppose to happen and you know that. Mom, he is more than perfect. I am not in love. I am just over the moon that god has blessed me with someone who cares and never questions cause he trusts. Oh mother, we both are feminist. We never let men near our lifes and why? Because we had seen enough how they can wreck and destroy everything we had for them in seconds. Our ability to trust had degraded over the years. We depended on each other for strength and tolerance. Mom, when i brought him to meet you. You seemed delighted and i was over the moon. Mommmmmmmmmmmmmm *batting eyelashes*, i adore him. When i wasn't looking, he was always there. When i pushed him, he pulled back and said ' I will never give up on you'.

Mommmmmmmmmmmm, i need you to know that i 'm going to love right this time. Even if things didn't work out right, at least i knew that i did everything right and it wasn't his or my fault.

When a picture tell stories and lullabies, they mean more than what meets the eye.

oh yes,
there we go,
looking through the magnified views.

oh yes,
here we go again,
identifying structures of their weird assemble of body parts.

oh yes,
oh look with excitement,
we finally found an engorged tick.

oh yes,
oh my,
Mr. Haemonchus knows how to do the peace.

oh yes,
oh noooooooooooooo,
Do we have to destroy the faeces to see the utterly small-ish eggs, Mr. Alex Hamm?

oh yes,
oh lookie a camera,
we shall camwhore till our hearts aren't filled with this boredom.

oh yes,
oh gosh,
it is time to pack our bags and leave.

Not a day goes by,
I thank god for blessing me with two misfits.

Do you?

Blink and the next second, everything you have known changes. Its that quick. I lack the capability of coping with people.

I awakened. Felt as though i got shot in the head. Its already dawn. Grabbed my towel and moved on to the toilet. Under cold water, i shivered and silently screamed. All my thoughts rushed back to home. Dragged myself back to the four walls and changed into clothes. The usual order, jeans and some random shirt stored in a dampy cupboard. Just the other day, a silver fish swam across my tees. Horrified and disgusted. URGH, i used to think silver fishes ceased to exist in books and nowhere else. Stepped out of my room. Headed to classes. By nightfall, i rediscovered my maroon bed.

That was yesterday and that routine goes on and on every single day *throws hands up*

When i walk to class,
When i have to drag myself up that hill-like road,
I wonder how do you survive these routine and planned life?
Because i can't, i need air.
I can't contain myself in this box.
Do you ever think that there could be more than this?

You sit there thinking that this is it. That is all. Nothing more. How do you do that?