The scent of dead things

current location  : home
mood : bubbles :)
earfood : butterfly fly away, miley cyrus

often we'll find ourselves lost, stumbled upon something we didnt know what to do with it or just merely at a crossroad with absolutely no sense of direction whatsoever. this is the part where it will scare the shit right out of us. no worries though. shit happens. shit happens to all of us. right now, im lying comfortably on my bed, just lingering about, with the headphones plugged in so hard and dont give a fuck about the sound of children crying two doors away. i just got back from a place i called home for past 18 months and i fell bad. gone are the days where we had all the fun we could together. the good, the bad and also the ugly. the good, the bad, the crazy and also the fucked up. well its just part and parcel of life. friends, they come and go. its that simple. sometimes it took me forever to convince myself that but the evidence deemed otherwise. urghh. nevermind i guess. i left. theres no turning back now. no i wont look back. sigh. in a completely unrelated note, the internet back here is stupendous! i can actually breathe while i blog. theres absolutely no need to go open 4-5 pages at once, go make coffee and get back to check which page has loaded completely only to find out none. gone are the days. also, i left my shoe back in college. the stench was unbearable, thanks to my dear friend. he successfully poured river trout inside it. now it smelled like dead mongoose. first and foremost, i hate the scent of dead things...