What happened to my Tortillos eh?

I know. Strange as it may seem, but I wasn't really scared of the recent weird incident that occurred to me last Friday. I know it's normal for me when cosmic, condescending things are on the brink of my head, and I know I might sound crazy telling this story, but mate...it was really eerie and I never have had any experiences similar to that, not even as close as that.

So, elucidating further... the story goes like...

5:30 PM--that's the time we walk going home, but me and my friend decided to hang out a bit and have a little blah blahs and coffee. Passing along Mini Stop, my other friend decided to buy some chips and a fruit drink. My tongue was craving for salty food, so I bought a medium pack of Tortillos. Then...walk...walk...walk...subway...then bus. Bored to death 'cause of the traffic, we gobbled my Tortillos. I KNOW that we did NOT finish it, it wasn't even quarter empty when I closed my bag. I even said "Kaya ayoko ng ganto eh, nakakaadik. Tam, Kim gusto nyo pa ba? Let's stop munching this, let's save this later."

Fast forward... In a coffee shop...I never opened my bag except for getting my money. I did NOT move my Tortillos. I'm 100% normal. I'm not drunk or what and I know it.

So coming home late, I've decided to go to bed right away. So...bedroom...fixed my stuff...clean myself...change...blah blah... My thought: I will just eat my Tortillos tomorrow. I'll keep it tightly close and safe at my bag 'cause Bawit might eat it. (but I know he won't without asking me.haha) So I left my bag on my bed. That night I slept in Bawit's room, and he came home at 2 AM I guess. So technically I was alone.

I had a dream about my Tortillos. I wasn't really sure what about it, but it was about my Tortillos.

About 6 AM, my phone was snoozing. I know I did not so I started waking Bawit up. He left around 7 AM, so I was alone again. I woke up at 11 and prepared my lunch. I remembered about my Tortillos, so I went to my bedroom to get it. I don't know if I was surprised or what do you call that...but I was like "What the fuck happened to my Tortillos???" I saw my open bag (I closed it last night), and the Mini Stop plastic with my chips inside was nicely inside my bag. But when I open it, IT WAS TOTALLY EMPTY. So I texted Bawit saying "Hoy kinain mo ba yung Tortillos ko?!" Then he said "Hindi, baket?"

Until now it's still bothering me. What happened to it? Who ate it? I could swore...I did not. And I trust my kuya he won't lie about it. I told my story to my friend, she said I probably SLEEPWALKED and ate it...while sleeping? I guess too. But it was all creepy that I can't remember anything.

Oh well. Forget it.

ANYWAY.......................................

AQUARIUS: How about taking some time alone?
LIBRA: Explain that absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

This was our last day of our training in our very dear Asiana Airlines. Thanks for having us and giving us such NEW...really new experiences. Not needed to mention I guess 'cause it was apparent, but we really had fun. It was awesome. I will miss a lot of things.