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about my day

recently, I've learned the power of documentation, or rather, it's preciousness.

it's a bright day. I wake up to the sound of obi gagging right beside me. very typical cat-mom fashion, I have to say. I'm annoyed yet I can't fall back asleep so it's an early morning for me. although 8 isn't very early. my deepest apologies to the true early birds, I haven't seen routine for a while now.

at this very moment, he is on my bed, aggressively cleaning or, licking would be the right word. cat cleaning asmr. very enticing. he's cozily placed and attempting to nap on my bed now. a lovely distinguished gentlemen. shush. he has completely fallen asleep.

I have breakfast, made by the hands of a person I don't like very much. hence, it lacks the love you need for a meal to be fulfilling. regardless, i'm grateful and eat it to the best of my abilities. a little secret but I have trouble finishing my meals. maybe it's my gut that's a little f-ed up. 

every day, i set up little tasks for myself. today, I had to go through notes my friend had sent me. watch a movie, recommended by another friend. spend some time scrolling on one of those investing apps. make a short visit to my stardew farm and say hi to haley (my in-game lover). write on my blog. heh. solve sudoku and win rummikub. stare at obi and make atleast three videos of him sleeping. and um. that's it I guess. 

random thing that brings me joy is when there's cake or ice cream in the fridge. I don't have a strong urge to consume it but just knowing it's there for when I have my little craving outburst is sort of comforting.

sunlight, to me, is subjective. the only time I enjoy it is when I'm taking pictures and I want it to hit at the right angle. but when it's 2 in the afternoon and it's glaring inside my room? horrendous. I want it gone. ms. moon, may you grant us with your presence already? please? 

sometimes, I have flashbacks of terrible smells. hence, I burn the candle. the scent is 'laundry day' which smells exactly like fresh laundry and slightly floral. not my favorite but it's a nice, subtle scent.

although I don't do much throughout the day, atleast nothing mentally or physically taxing, I always end up sleeping at the same time. I'm done with dinner by 8 or 9. i prepare to sleep around 11, and then I'm in bed all cozied up. I don't fall aleep until a little past midnight, though.

I want to end with a small note; I don't believe in making wishes or hoping, because ultimately we are all doomed. but peopleeeeeee. are so important. every person in my life is a good person and they make me very happy! I find joy in random ways and you have certainly given me purpose in some way or the other. so thank you. that's all for the sappiness. I shall see you next time. 

thank you for reading.

-boogey, or saba, I like both.

having two mummas, a blessing or a curse?

(written from obi's perspective)

today, i'm here to report my findings.

so....  I have two mummas.

i realized it when i was asleep! i was picked up by mumma... lets call her mumma 2 then she put me back on the chair only for me to be picked again. this time, by mumma 1.

mumma 1.... is my main mumma Because she feeds me! her name is ummmm saba appi? that's what I've heard mumma 2 call her! I'm quite positive mumma 2 goes by the name sadia! 

anyway, enough about their names. let's get into how they treat me 😼

mumma 2 (sadia)

she manhandles me!!!!!!!!!! she has no respect for me!!!!!! she hates me!!!!!!! she makes fun of me!!!!! she takes hideous pictures of me!!!!!

she took me in from a miserable place and gave me a new home... my forever home. 

she also plays with me hehehhehw

mumma 1 (saba)

she is who I go to when I'm hungry!! um she is very nice to me I think ?

she does horrible things to me like.... holding me hostage in her lap, aggressively wiping my face and shaving my gorgeous fur off! she calls it grooming and it's a terrible thing. All cats should beware!

she pets me very nicely. she never over does it. she is the best petter I know! 

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this is a secret but I have another mumma... she's the oldest and I've heard they are all sisters. I'm not sure what it means. 

I don’t see her much but she is very sweet to me!

enough about mummas!!!! lets talk about ME. I AM. THE MAIN CHARACTER. 

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hello to the peeps reading. I am obi. 

nicknames: laddu. sunshine. poko. and a hundred more. how do i know it's me she's calling? the trick is to learn to distinguish between all the mummas voices! and the tone! she speaks to me in her soft gooey voice since I'm her cutie son hehe.

my favorite slwwping spot is mumma's desk chair. it is also the best scratching spot! I have destroyed 70% of it. when i stand on top of it, I feel like simba muahahhaha.

mumma calls me a greedy boy when I go to eat from her plate. but she says sharing is caring? mumma's kind are confusing. 

my favorite hobby is bird watching! birds get so scared when i look at them with my predator eyes! I must be so scary and intimidating! poor birdies... who don't stand a chance against a Tough Man like me.

my favorite poopoo time is 4 am! peepee time is any time but poopoo time comes only once a day. that's how the digestive system works. of course I know big words! I'm a smart cat although mumma says I'm stupidly cute 😾

that is all! I shall come back with more findings.

signing off,

obi.

p.s.

proof of mumma torturing me

ode to 4lyferz

today's post is dedicated to my dear friends who have single-handedly pushed me to log on to my blog again.

kya likhungi? wo to nai pta.

let's relive college.

first day: 

koi kuch idea nhi kaise mai college pohach gyi. 

7.30 am ki class me mai entry li 9.00 am. great start. 

ek seat khali mil gyi. tried talking to the girl beside me but wo phone me busy thi. gave up.

jaise hi class khatam hui, mai bhaag nikli. auto pakad ke train then by 12.00 ghar thi.

first few days aise hi nikal gye. dost banane ki koshish ki but koi dhang ka mila nai. fir maine soch liya ki college to ab mujhe akele nikalna padega. depression. 

fast forward to the end of first semester and guess what? mere friends ban gye the. kisne socha hoga.

us din ko 4 saal hogye hai and we are as tight as ever and in fact we're only getting closer.

maine apne lifetime me bohot schools switch kiye hai and also experienced all kinds of friend groups. but aise kinda of friendship pehli baar bani. genuine is the word. 

4lyferz, we call ourselves.

the name was, of course, my idea (haha). not very original. but it has stuck in a way that it now feels original. to us.

it started with a joint instagram account where we posted our group pictures, which then expanded into reels and became our brand from that point on.

the aspect of our friend-group that i genuinely treasure is how, we, each play our roles very well. not that there's anything assigned. obviously haha. we're chill people!

our peace lies in harmony. which i've learned is the very important in friendship and, yet, gets overlooked too often. and then they wonder where everything went wrong. sigh. 

allow me to introduce: 4lyferz

tagline: ..... um we don't have one :(

members, in alphabetical order: Aashija, Divya, Saba (me), Shreya.

description:

Aashija

she's passionate. about quite literally everything and anything. which is the complete opposite of me so she inspires me a lot. yes-man. i could ask her for anything and she always gets it done. i believe she treasures our friendship and keeps it alive in her own way. she expresses her feelings very well, be it through words or actions.

Divya

very high eq. she is definitely the most emotionally intelligent among us. she handles any/every almost argument or fight we've had with maturity and in a calm manner. i felt like i could learn from it. if there was a 'mom of the group' it would be her. she's kind and always pushes us to do our best. 

Saba

ahhhhh ummmmm well i'm not writing a love letter to myself!

Shreya

the pillar. i always felt like i could tell her things without any judgement. she's selfless. she works hard in silence and sometimes even struggles by herself. yet, she always offers her help whenever we need it. personality-wise i think we might be the closest. hence, i've always felt a connection with her. 

that's all, my friends, signing off.

-1/4th of 4lyferz 

i saw an angel

 so we got obi a bed 

do not be fooled by the picture he doesn't like it one bit. in fact he refuses to even go near it. sadly.

his birthday is coming up. this littwle baby is turning 3! 

we wanted to get a bed so he would have a warm place to sleep in and winters coming up too. but alas. he prefers sleeping splayed out on the hard tiled floor instead. his favorite spots include; under the dining table, behind the exercise bike and that one corner in our room.

obi is most definitely not a boujee cat. all he wants is wet food and affection.

his fur does a good job of keeping him warm so the bed was nothing but an unnecessary purchase. or so I've realized.

i like how it adds a pop of colour in our otherwise neutral room though.

anyway we're keeping it

it's uselessness should'nt matter as long it makes you happy right

birthday letter to obi

happy 3rd birthday my dear babie <3

stay healthy and remember that mommy loves you always

i hope i can take care of you till the end

inshaallah

everyone look at the bday boi

anecdotish

if i were name one (1) of my major flaws, it would be that i don't read.

it's funny because if someone were to hand me a book and told me i have till midnight to finish, i could do it easily. piece of cake.

the problem lies within the fact that i'm too lazy to go out of my way to find a book to read. but if i saw one lying around, i would try it.........i suppose. i do love reading though, just not novels. articles are nice! 

i wish i did though, i could definitely use some help with my vocab, it's not bad but not great either. not good enough for a 10/10 on an essay for sure.

in 9th grade, we would have to write short stories for our english literature class. it was one of my favorites and i always found myself looking forward to it. this was during my two line horror story phase so i made i sure to include few in every story i wrote. the best feeling was definitely when got back our graded papers and i'd see ma'am had given me a high score and a star. remarks like 'good' or simply a star from a teacher meant a lot to me as a student. i loved getting praised about my handwriting and had this superiority complex that my handwriting was better than others but looking at my old notebooks now made me realize that i was quite the delusional kid.

since we're on the topic, i don't have a lot of fond memories from school or particularly with teachers. doesn't help that i was quite an aloof child. but i did have some ~unique~ friends so lets talk about that shall we

i had this one friend who kind of a weirdo. she had a habit of saying the most out of pocket things at the most random times and spoke in a sort of childish manner which pretty much gave away she was an only child. but! she was quite generous. her dad worked in a chocolate factory or maybe she was just rich i don't know. she would often bring fun treats like ferrero rochers. im not talking the 3 pack one but the big set with different flavours. she would distribute it among the class for absolutely no reason like it wasn't even her birthday or anything. i being her best friend though, had the privilege of picking how many ever i wanted which, of course, i would take full advantage of. man, at that moment i loved being her friend. i do wonder how she's doing now.

another one of my memorable friends was this sweet girl who was half syrian. she spoke arabic fluently and her english was really good. she would see me struggling in arabic class and always be there to save my ass. our teacher who was quite the devil once saw her helping me and made us sit apart for the rest of the term (her husband so cheats on her ugly ass because why would you be so mean to a child). ahem anyways. she was the first person i met who genuinely loved animals and would take in stray cats, even birds. i remember being surprised at her crying over a blind bird once. back then i didn't understand but i totally feel her now. we could be soul sisters.

i have so many more but that's for another time

toodles 

plis share ur stories too lets relate to eo 👯

googooga

 (written from obi's pov)

12:00 am

yawnnnnn its morning yahoo

wheres mommy 

no no 

meoWWWWWWWW

shes gone

she left me ALONE to DIE

1:00 am

she wont budge no matter how much i yell

wait IS SHE DEAD??????

maybe if I stare at her hard enough she'll move

3:00 am

something moved

its not mommy......

its the demons mommy said would haunt me if i was a bad boy

no this cant be happening MEOWMY WAKE UP IM GOING TO DIE

5:00 am

huh

i dozed off

is mommy still dead

HUH

she left 

how dare she

mau MAUUUUUUUUUU 

oh shes here

hi meowmyyy

gimme petssss

no kisses plis

foody time yay

6:00 am

poopoo peepee done

oh its sunny time

mommy open window i want watch birdies

grrrrr ill devour u stupid bird muhahahaha

7:00 am

*scratch scratch*

dont touch m- second mommy hii

noo dont pick me UPPP

woah is the world huge or am i tiny

give. me. favourite flavour

second mommy, not bad

9:00 am

im tired

its bedtime

*snooooooore*

photo dump

yawny yawn

angy bc mommy left me alone

watching birdies

salivating at the thought of delicious food

selfie with mommy

hope u enjoyed this silly little post :D

too sad

Hello people, its a beautiful day.

I woke up from my sweet nap at sound of a deathly thunder and now its just drizzling. how convenient.

I have been going to college less and less every month and it was the best lazy decision of my life because look now I have more time to do lame shit like writing blogs and watching at least two movies daily. cute.

As a kid, I used to often wonder about why humans were created or what happens once we die. As an adult though, I think thoughts like those are stupid and you should just live your goddamn life instead of wondering about what came before or after. After all, you only live once. 

If you know me, you'll know how I am a big advocate on how being nice is pointless and being a piece of shit is the much better alternative. Obviously, no person is like that by default. you have to go through a particularly shitty experience to develop such a mindset. In my case, in 5th grade I had this friend who was a pathological liar. It was to the point where she would lie about the pettiest things like what she brought for tiffin. i honestly don't get people like them. Its understandable when everyone around you is judgy because there's the innate fear of getting bullied. But trust me, I would be the last person to do that. I was just a sweet lidul kid and she had no reason to be lying to me all the time. Thanks to her though, I've got trust issues now. manar I freaking hated u and our short but felt way too long friendship.

I did have a 'bully' awakening in 6th grade but we don't talk about that haha plus it died down as soon as soon as I graduated the year so yea

the point of the storytime was; don't judge me for being an asshole!!!!!! I cant help it think of it as a sorts of coping mechanism

If I was nice to a person and they act like a shitpiece in return, i will develop malicious feelings and start despising them. but if I was rude, i would stay neutral (do u get me, i hope yes)

I often get told I have no empathy but its not something i plan to work on so please stop being a broken recorder I'm sure you've got better things to do like go water your succulent or sumn

hahahah what the heck is she even saying

no outro we die like men