We Were Happy in the Shades of Autumn
Tuesday, 20 April 2010 | 9:34 pm
There is a song whose words make the eyes see that the world is just divine. I am content as I can ever be.
So I totally forgot that my father is leaving tomorrow for a three-day fishing trip with his friends. To be honest, I'm having mixed feelings about this. Those poor fishes! But, hey, as long as he's not aiming to bring home a fucking dolphin, shark or whale, or any parts of it, I won't say anything. Speaking of which, he did bring home one years ago: a baby shark.
At the time, I wasn't aware about all the brutal huntings for fins, and seeing a dead baby shark in his fishing box, or whatever that thing really is called, was new to me. A baby shark! Dead! So I was thinking, "It won't bite if I touched it 'cause it's dead. I can probe all I want." And probe I did. Well, it was more of a caress. I ran my finger from the tip of its nose to the very end of its tail and back again. Then I felt the texture of its skin. I don't remember what it felt like, but I'm sure there was coarseness.
I won't be feeling up any shark ever again.
Heh. That sounded so wrong.
Oh! I was sad today because a butterfly landed on my bag while I was waiting for the bus to arrive without my realising it until I boarded, sat down and wondered, "What the fuck is this white thing?", and then when I knew what, "Why the fuck didn't you fly off?"
It was on the wall of bus number 10, right at the back, left side. I wish I had boarded off the bus with it. At least it would be outside. Now I'm all worried. Is it out? Is it okay? Is it alive? Did someone smack it dead? Oh God. It was all my fault!
Sorrysorrysorry.