Can you do that?

Na-ah. Gosh, it's harder than I thought!
You try?

PIGeon.

A row of dodgy electrical components shop in front.
Sitting in the car.
Waiting for bf.

Suddenly, two creatures caught my eye.
A slender, reddish-feathered pigeon.
And a fat male. (I presume no gay-ism among them, if not, pigeons extinct lor)

Poor little birdie was being stalked.
She looked terrified.
Can't blame her.

Fat male looked like he just came out from a shower in the drain.
Black-ish, dirty-looking plus ruffled feathers.
I bet he didn't look in the mirror this morning.
Like that how to 'kau' (court) pretty girls?

Anyway, poor birdie 'ketam-walked' (walked horizontally) along the electrical wire.
Fat dude quickly followed.
She walked one step away, he walked 3 steps closer.

Until his fat tummy bumped her nice sleek tail. She can't tahan dy.
* Imagine a fat, oily old man touching your butt. Eww... * shudder.

She flew off to escape him.
Fat dude took up pursuit.
But not before taking 3 running steps to pick up momentum.
(Sigh, long time never fly izzit?)

Poor little pigeon lady... FLY FOR YOUR LIFE. (plz don't get raped!)
After circling few rounds, she landed around the same spot.
Excited fat dude swells his throat and calls out to her.

She quickly hid herself behind the signboard of the shop.
Fat dude crash landed and tried to squeeze himself in. Ahahaha... Cannot.

His hormones kept him guarding the entrance.
Preventing other 'real prince charming in white feathers from snatching her away.

Circling like a big bad wolf outside the little pig's house,
He calls out to her and dances clumsily outside the signboard.
To no avail, girl won't come out.

Meanwhile, nearby, another pair is doing a little courtship dance.
This female is slightly plumper.
The male is handsome.
Feathers neatly groomed, he stood like a gentleman and sang to the lady.

She tried to look away, pretending he's not there.
But I think she's really interested. Because she often steals glances at him.
Ah... Handsome bird, looks like you won't be sleeping alone tonight.

Finally, bf came back.
I smiled at him and said, "It's mating season".
His wide eyes glow with delight.

Talking about birds lah. You think what?

I have a soft spot for dogs.

Aww... Can you blame me for loving them?




An update on life:
Life sucks a little on weekends (coz it's so short).
Life sucks a lot on Mondays (and every week day).
- Now you know why I don't feel like blogging -

This can be disturbing. (Yet humbling at the same time)

Jaw-dropping guaranteed.

Think. No, don't think.

Worry.
Doubt.
Confusion.
Depression.
Condemnation.

I've got to destroy all this, or risk losing my mind.

Some smart ass said this sometime ago, "The mind is the battle field."
How apt! Sheesh... why am I worrying / thinking about things that are seemingly important when they're actually not?

Seriously! Am I nuts? Try looking at them in comparison!
Writing a kick-ass headline vs. Helping starving down-to-bones kids

Self-centered me. Get lost.
My heart demands that you give me back my beautiful mind!