You wrapped your arm around your belly and your cheeks were flushed.
You were laughing so hard that your face cringed.
Your laughter is so precious i couldn't help but stare.

Your unwavering fortitude,
Your relentless spirit.


Why

Why can't it be that serial killer who hasn't been caught?
Why can't it be the pervert who snapped upskirt photos?
Why can't it be that bastard who used a chain to slash Wander's face?
Why can't it be the fucker who skinned a dog alive on the streets of China?
Why can't it be one of the assholes who poured acid on women's faces for no bloody reason?


A Picture Speaks a Thousand Words



Went to check out the mws&f fb page and realised that the people whom i talked to on Monday are professional photographers!
There's only one picture that i like because a part of me is in it! HAHAHA ok actually i like it because Heli, Jacky and Kiki were all looking at me.
I think it is a beautiful picture.
I was also mentioned in their post:
The girl who brought us around spoke with an endless spark of enthusiasm amid the endless barking of excited dogs.

HAHAHA i am happy.
The feeling of anonymity also adds to my happiness because it tickles me when i imagine that i am the only one in the whole world who knows the exact identity of the girl.
and... 'the girl' was smiling her ass off when she saw the above picture HEEHEE.

(credits to click! photog, check out the rest of the album here)


If I had a Superhuman Ability

I bet most of us would have thought about this.
So, if i could have a special power, what would it be?

I used to want to have the ability to heal.
You know, like in movies where the person waves his/her hands across some sick person's heart/over a stab wound and some mystical light radiates from his/her hands and viola!
The blind sees, the deaf hears and the lame walks.
Amazing, isn't it? Or more like beautiful, isn't it?
If i had this ability, i would lead a nomadic life and travel around the world healing the deserving and the poor first before i heal the rich.
(then comes the question of who is more deserving?we might have to do some form of means-testing...)
I didn't think about how lonely i would be for the rest of my meaningful life then.
Won't i get tired of this? Until i finally think of myself as a 'tool' sent by the gods?

I also thought of having the ability to fly.
It could be the best gift or the most useless ability.
In the dead of the night i would drape myself in a piece of black cloth, open my windows and leap off with my eyes closed.
And then when i open them, the never-ending expanse of blue greets me, like an old friend i turn to when i am troubled.
On alternate nights i become someone known as The Shadow. I patrol the cities and prevent a crime before it happens.
I drop pebbles on soon-to-be criminals and along with an envelope containing a note with a single sentence: You have a choice.
I steal victims away at lightning speed if the situation calls for it.
I do this till the day someone decides to lay a trap for me and i get busted.
Then...

I also thought of whether i wanted to have the ability to read minds.
This was a major dilemma.
I imagined myself being bombarded with people's pervy thoughts and realised that it would only be useful if i also had the ability to selectively read minds.
But then again, i would be too preoccupied with trying to do things that would avoid conflicts/please others.
What if i am made aware of terrible schemes that people have in mind?
Do i get involved or do i adopt the stance of a bystander and embrace the possibility of regretting my decision for the rest of my life?
I will be inundated with someone else's problems for the rest of my life.

The ability to control time is probably the most useful ability for me right now.
I can undo all the things i have done, or would i?
Since time is no longer of value to me.

How about mind control?
I would be playing God all the time doing all the things that i think would be best in any situation.
I don't think i would ever use this to make some major changes.
I'll probably just take things step by step and gain more knowledge and eventually consult the right people before making what i think is the best decision.
Sometimes, my impulsiveness would get the better of me and i might end up making someone who is smoking swallow his cigarette stick.
Alright, i would probably be doing this on a regular basis.

To end off, i also thought of having the ability to communicate with animals.
I never really thought about this until a few months ago.
It would be pretty interesting and useful combined with mind control since i will be able to force the governor to come up with a new policy(which then again, might not necessarily be a better policy).

Maybe that's why we were all born without such abilities.
We are all vulnerable.
To make ourselves stronger and to protect the ones(human or beast) we love, we can only build up on what we have.


What We See.

I have a big red pimple on my cheek.


What We Don't See.

Today marks the second time i shadowed a strayfeeder.
This time, the sun was still up, and i could see every face and every movement perfectly well.

It was 6pm, i hopped onto the rear seat of her car.
We drove deep into the area.
At the first stop, there were 3 puppies. They seemed to be around 5 months old.
There were packs of rice left where we found them, but they were untouched.
We walked towards them but they scampered away from us.
We left the food there and drove deeper in.

At the second stop, we had to jump over a wide drain to get to the field where the 4 dogs were.
I was afraid that i would fall and had a hard time getting across while she jumped over without hesitation.
She is a middle-aged lady.
Her slipper fell into the drain. It sunk into the muddy and murky water.
I told her i would get her slipper while she left the food on the field.
With my left hand and my legs pressed against the opposite sides of the drain and i looked down into the drain.
I was a coward. I couldn't see the slipper and i had to dig for it.
I deliberated for about ten seconds.
Thoughts of a water snake made me retract my hand several times before i finally dug my hand in and felt around for what seemed like the strap of a slipper.
I tossed the slipper to her and she jumped across the drain.
I couldn't get up from my awkward position.
She pulled my right hand and i recovered.

We spotted a mass of something in the middle of a straight road.
He was lying on his side with his head facing away from traffic.
As the vehicle got nearer, the mass lifted his head and turned around to look at us.
He didn't bother to run onto the pavement to avoid us.
He got up nonchalantly and scampered to the pavement when we honked at him.
We got off the car. I got a good look at him.
He resembled Ricky; brown fur with pointy ears, ... but their eyes were different.
Ricky's eyes lit up whenever someone entered the kennel and he would wag his curly tail and lie down for a belly rub.
His, however, were devoid of hope.
I know this is really subjective but that was what i saw when our gazes met.
What the hell was he thinking when he decided to lie down in the middle of a road???

We drove further in, windows wound down to catch a glimpse of anyone that we might possibly miss on the way.
In the distance, i saw the silhouettes of a few HDB flats.
Flats with people in them. People who had a roof above their heads. People who had food to eat.
After making a right turn, we saw them.
There were about 12 of them.
Vagabonds.
They scurried to and fro across the road. Heavy vehicles drove pass honking away.
She took 3 packets and placed them across the road from where the car was parked.
I took the remaining 3 and placed them along the pavement.
I walked slowly towards this brown fellow.
He looked pretty young.
I put down the last packet. He was staring at me all the time.
She said they would eat after we leave.
I backed away slowly while he advanced cautiously.
We were staring at each other.
That look on his face was a look i have never seen on Razzy's, Heli's, Face's or Lex's face.
And i am very thankful for that because it was a look of desolation.
He approached the food packet and sniffed around.
When we made a U-turn and drove back, he followed us for a short distance.

When one of them passes away, no one grieves over his/her loss.
When a beggar on the street dies, whoever spots the body shakes it a little before realising that this is it. This is death.

edit<
I totally forgot about what i wanted to say.
That is, thank you to all the strayfeeders out there.
For your dedication and commitment.
For giving without asking for anything in return.
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Last year when i just joined the Society of PCA, i was very enthusiastic about every opportunity to help out at sales events and to fill up the shelter's duty roster.
Gradually i started helping out less and less with their sales events i gave up asking my friends to buy their mechandise. I became more preoccupied with the friends i have made there.
The main reason why i am still going there now starts with the letter R.
Not Responsibility, but Razzmatazz.