oditha’s Blog

chapter 1

in the beginning

there was a little boy who went on holiday to spain. it was spring time, the flowers were blooming and every flying creature were out. unfortunately for this little boy he witnessed something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. and so begins, the moth chronicles…

chapter 2

a walk in the park

it was a nice summer day in england, the sun was out and it was humid. we decided to take a stroll in hyde park with the relies. we passed the beautiful flowers and hedges when all of a sudden, somebody started doing a really funny dance. it was like funk and rnb, david was weaving in and out, like doing a wave. we were like looking at him, amused and embarrassed at the same time. then we found out he was doing that because there were bees and little moths flying around. unfortunately for me this is not a once off incident. it’s just the beginning

chapter 3

the bus incident

i was having a really nice afternoon trying to entertain my mum and her friend elvira, when i got a really distraught phonecall from david. he said he was in north adelaide and asked if i could pick him up. when i asked why, he said that there were moths on the first bus that he was on so, he got off and rode another bus. to his dismay, there were even more moths on that bus so, he decided to get off again and this time he gave me a call asking to be picked up. for me this is silly cause a moth cannot harm you, they just eat your clothes in the closet…i was kinda upset that i was asked to do this task because of something very silly indeed! this was the worst one out of all the bus incidents…

chapter 4

the drive

our dear friend miss b came over one night since she has no means of transport that night we had to take her home. as we were getting ready i informed david that we have to take miss b home cause it was getting late and i’ll have an early start the next day. thinking that he was gonna get ready, miss b and i started going in to the car. we waited a few minutes and it felt like he was not gonna come. so, i started reversing the car out of the drive way and waited a few minutes more. then i got a phonecall saying that he wasn’t gonna come out cause there’s a moth in our bedroom and he wasn’t budging unless he kills the moth. i didn’t have time to wait for that to happen so i just took off…i was really pissed off that he was willing to risk me driving home alone for a little moth! i was really tired that night and tried really hard to stay awake while driving.

…watch out for more installments

today i’ve realized that some people needs to have a good look at their lives and face the facts…they need to leave airy fairy land in order to function normally…

others just need to sort things out, and face the fact that there are some things that they just need to embrace…they need to realize that merging two lives together comes with “packages”

one just needed to snap out of it, stop analyzing people, in particular guys…she needs to stop using what happened in the past as an excuse for the demise new relationships…the past is there to learn from, not meant for using as an excuse…she needs to let go…i think chaos is order for her…

and then there’s me…i need to realize that there’s more to life than just sippy cups, diapers, and motherly duties…i need to chill out, and that’s a very hard thing to do for me…

oh! c’est la vie!

yesterday was a slow day…as usual we started the day late…ended up going to the seaside with miss b for some girly time away from my family…

turns out i needed that too…

anyway, we had a walk along the beach and tried to get some clarity with things going on…we had a big meal afterwards….i don’t know why but i seem to be a magnet for the weird and the old…we were very surprised when some old weird guy came up to me and said “how ya doin love?”…we were very stunned as we tried to suppress our laughter…first it was the aboriginal guy on new years eve 2000, then it was the old guy from cafe paesano who said “ciao bebe”…and then this, a weird old guy from mamma carmela’s…dear oh dear! the people i seem to attract…

moving on, to cap the night off…we had some ice cream from royal copenhagen…while we were lining up…i seem to be thinking about something else…miss b ordered a choc chip ice cream in a waffle cone with chocolate and nuts stuck on to the waffle cone, when they got to me…i started ordering a white chocolate ice cream…then they asked me what kind of cone…so i said, the waffle one, and then they asked me which one…from that moment, my brain froze and as if somebody earased words from my brain…those words were very crucial at that point…so as i try to say what cone i preffered, i struggled to express myself so i started pointing and uttering the words…thousands and hundreds…then as if by magic i suddenly remembered what i needed to say…i was supposed to say hundreds and thousands! we started laughing…it was hilarious…so stupid and so scatter brain like…

i can probably think of a couple more scatter brain moments, but this one turns out to be a classic!

yesterday was a busy day…i had to run all around town to do stuff…the problem is, we start the day off late and then when we decide to finally do things they (the shops) are already closing…well, that’s adelaide for you…

anyway, to end the day…i had to take david to a LAN party called VALHALLA somewhere in woodville…beacuse he didn’t have enough hands on him, i had to help…as i was walking in, holding his beloved monitor, i felt like i was in planet freak…i mean those people were probably nice and lead a normal life right?!?!…but i really felt like the aliens have landed…so, when i was walking, and looking and, thinking at the same time, that i was really out of my element there…you’d have to be a different kind of human breed to fit in and feel at home…it was very anti-social and just plain boring to me…i do not understand how someone can’t talk to another person and play computer games for almost 24 hours…i do not see the point cause you can play online games and be very comfortable at home…i swear the name “VALHALLA” was derived from the filipino words “bahala ka” which means “it’s up to you”….cause it just felt like it’s up to you whatever you want to do as long as you pay $20.00…

so yeah, i don’t want to be judgemental but i guess i had…but i just can’t help thinking that way…you’d do too!…so i guess in a very filo fashion…bahala ka na lang kung ano na…