Army Boys And Birds

I sent Z off yesterday by cab (and Peak Hour Rate sucks) and after I dropped Z off, The taxi Uncle asked,

Your Boyfriend ah?


Me: Yea


Him: Oh. Army Ah?


Which is so obvious because Z was wrapped in everything Green from head to toe AND carrying a huge green bag behind.


And Uncle said when NS, all the girlfriends will leave the boyfriends one. Just like what happened to my son.


I just laughed and said, yea, but not all. Uncle looked left and he pointed out towards Z. I saw Z walking off with the glory greens and I thought to myself, with a man like him, how can I ever leave?


Oh well oh well, my Monday was spectacular except for the fact that a bird flew into a ceiling fan, was flung to the zinc roof and fell DEAD right in front of me.

This is not the dead bird of course, and only someone with a twisted brain will take a picture of a dead and perfectly harmless creature.


Was I traumatised?


You bet.


I really wanted to help it, resuscitate it to life or something but gosh, its head looks really twisted. I can't keep my eyes of the bird, because in my mind, I was thinking of ways how to give aid, but Z said to me "Stop staring at the dead bird! Do you want people to stare at you if you are dead!?"

Right. Kind of true. Of course I wouldn't want to be stared at.

Well, SAVE THE BIRDS!

x faa

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