7:34 AM oh yes. Woke up with my belly bursting with - wait, really, you thought I would say that? haha! No really, bursting with pee and tried to remember how much water I drank the night before. By the time I got through my toilet mission, my sleepiness had totally disappeared after sitting on the pot for so long and thinking funny thoughts of surreal things.
7:40 AM aah how nice to sit on the pot without the light on on a Friday morning... lazy beams seeping through the window... spots of circular light on the walls and the floor called as we know "kokaa avi"... funny I should like it, considering how much I hate butterflies.
8:52 AM so I get dressed and go to a cafe', have a measly breakfast of very delicious food served grandly over long tables in a buffet. why measly you say? I piled up my plate up high and couldn't even eat half of it. damn you braces! Lady GAGA singing about a Bad Romance between a celebrity and a Paparazzi with a Poker Face, wanting to "take a ride on his disco stick". What a wonderful day, staring out at clear blue-green seas, the charming melody of the boats humming away in the salty breeze, and listening to vulgar, obscene, hilarious lyrics of an eccentric chick who at one time, had even been a show girl... I think.
9: 27 AM then comes in two ladies, one was stick thin, in her mid or late 40's, perhaps 50's...? with short straight hair resembling 'Edna' from The Incredibles. The other one was robust, wild curly hair let loose on her back, and I ask my friend, "who's the skinny one?" he says, "that's Velezina". Velezina, what a name... I thought. Who had named her...? I thought. And I sat there and I thought about that incredibly beautiful name and decided I must write about it today, must celebrate how lovely it sounded every time it was said. Biiig sigh...
10:05 AM out again, on the bike, sitting like a dried fish with my arms and legs hanging loose, letting the air play with my hair and dance around and in between my arms. Sitting on the bike seat while we drove around the matchbox of colorful houses and sticky smells. Round we go and up two flights of stairs. Through the hall, pass the fridge and into the studio. Pick up the guitars, roll our sleeves, manufacture the amp and strike the chords. HELL YEAH!
10:36 AM Michael Jackson feat. Slash "Give In to Me" sends shivers up and down left and right. Such a haunting melody, perfectly composed with unequaled vocals, biiig sigh again, oh what a shame he had to go. Sitting cross legged on the sofa, my friend sitting on the computer chair, two guitars in our hands we started jamming to 'Is This Love?' Wow this was so chilling on a Friday morning I thought. And then back home I came, because I had to clean my room and so on and so forth. MEH.
11:44 AM oh but butterflies... again here I am loafing this time (not sitting) on a metal framed rectangular lounger with the seat made out of ropes and knots. Next to me, Mary and Max reclined back on the other two seats too, and lazily we laughed at silly stories, and all this time I had in my right hand an eakle-broomstick, prepared to defend myself should a butterfly fly my way in this green garden of flowers, plants, pots and trees.
And while we lay there, the muranga tree swayed slowly in front of us, bright green leaves shining in the daylight. Funny day, funny things, little bit weird. I said, "I wouldn't mind if butterflies became extinct."
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