We had the boys back from Oz for a while. It made for a busy, fun, chaotic month of noise, laughter, painting, eating out and the Xbox.
Then they left. First Billo, about 2 weeks ago and then Tatt Boy yesterday.
Meh.
No more late nights, talking about..well, nothing in particular, but everything in general.
No more painting peacock feathers. Or Lamps. Or Walls. (we're highly creative you see)
No more intense discussions about relationships, over filafils and lentil soup. (if you're in the UAE, check out this place called Commodore in Sharjah, behind Al Wahda - it's open 24 hours, serving the best Arabic food)
No more Gears of War for dude. Double players at least. He played today, died one or twice and missed Tatt Boy. It was sad and cute, all at the same time.
I've promised to learn so that I can team up with him...but the gore and guts all over!!
Come back Tatt Boy :(
No more listening to Honey Singh. (*grins* be careful if you're going to check him out on Youtube)
No more Pats and me getting home hungry and feasting on already made tuna wraps.
No more Iftar dinners and plant hunting and Pictionary playing.
No more this and no more that. I hate goodbyes. I know, I know, we'll meet again and all that...but I just can't seem to get used to them. I hate saying goodbye to my folks - come to think of it, I don't, coz my eyes are usually full and I'm too choked up to say a word.
Don't get me wrong, life is still fun and we'll all get back to normal in a few days....but right now, since you've BOTH gone and left....
we miss you.
See you soon. We love you.
