Magical Tipsy Toes

I remember when I was a kidlet, I had a friend. A tiny friend…who shared secrets with me. A tiny friend, Freddy, that made smile and laugh when I was by myself, who spoke to me when I was being punished….who sipped some of my apple juice while I was watching cartoons, whispering stories of faraway lands when I fall off to sleep.

After a while….Freddy dissapeared. I couldn’t see him anymore. I wasn’t sure why. I just forgot about him. It didn’t really matter because I was all grown up now…and I didn’t need a tiny friend anymore. Sometimes, though….just sometimes, when I’m alone, I wished he was still around…so that maybe he could tell me what to do…or why exactly I feel this way. So the conversations in the head begin.

Last night, I feel asleep on Nita’s couch. I woke up in a frenzy. I was a little lost and puzzled…and yes, blur too. I forgot where I was…and then I remembered. I remembered a little here and there…. And I felt worried and scared. Not for me. But for you. I felt it in my dreams…I felt it break into a million pieces…and I felt it break quietly. Dreams are just dreams right….but I wasn’t sure why it was hurting me. And bit by bit….as I remembered the dream clearly, it started to make sense.

I know why. I know exactly why it’s in the palm of your hand. And why I left it there. It was yours to begin with. That was the reason. My reason. And it all made sense. Well, not really made sense…but I understood certain aspects of it. And I guess for now, that’ll do. And just when it all clicked in my head…I saw Freddy sitting beside me…with his little wings and grinning. And for once tonight…I’m not asleep not because of the voices in my head…but because of the long catching up conversation I had with Freddy…. “look for the girl with the…..…and you’ll see me”

Strange….I knew there was something about you when I first saw you.

I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do,
now there’s poetry, in an empty coke can.
I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do,
now there’s majesty, in a burnt out caravan.

You got me off the sofa, just sprang out of the air,
the best things come from nowhere, I can’t believe you care.

Phone Directory : 100

MacDonalds Hotline : 6777-3777

It’s 5plus in the morning. Nita, Uma and myself decided that MacDonalds was in order after a strange and whimsical night. So we decided to call Macs to have them deliver two hotcakes with sausage meals.

Nita then proceeds to dial MacDonalds hotline….then she was instructed by a mechanical voice to press #1 for new orders. However, due to vast modern day technology….it dialed the 100 number. She then proceeded to press the talk button on her mobile causing a call to be made to the operator.

Now see….Nita had no idea she was dialing the 100 number instead!! So….this was what went on….

Nita : Hello…

Operator : Yes, can I help you?

Nita : Can I have 2 pancakes

Operator : Is that 2 in a numeral or in a word as in T-W-O?

Nita : No, just 2. Just 2 hotcakes!

Operator : Which number is that?

Nita : Number 2

Operator : Ma’am what’s the name

Nita : Ohh…you’re asking me for my name. Sunita. (she then proceeds to spell it out)

Operator : Yes, but what number is it??

Nita : Oh you mean my phone number….its 97******

Operator : I’m sorry ma;am. We do not have a listing under number, name or Two
pancakes

By this time…I was rolling on the floor laughing….and then something happened in Nita’s head…something clicked….and she realized she had dialed the wrong number….

Now while this was happening…our dear Uma was struggling in the toilet…so she started banging a little….while Nita and myself were laughing about…till we finally realized she was locked in the toilet….

Strange and whimiscal eh…

It’s been broken into a million of pieces. In my head it made sense. You tell yourself something. You believe it. You breathe it. You tell it to follow your thoughts. Practical. That’s the rule. Repeat thoughts in your head….believe thoughts in your head. And never allow yourself to think otherwise. It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.

One look.
That’s all it took.

1095 days of things in the mind shot to hell.

In my head it made sense. You tell yourself something. You believe it. You breathe it. You tell it to follow your thoughts. Practical. That’s the rule. Repeat thoughts in your head….believe thoughts in your head. And never allow yourself to think otherwise. It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.

Same level, baby.
Just different context.

It is a bastard place.