the bird. the birds

a friend sent me this delightful account via sms. an actual incident which happened in an all girls' SAP school right here in Singapore. I laughed so hard, trying to imagine the horrified looks on both teachers and students and the omnious grin that all this may just be an omen... a pure spectre sent by mother nature...the laws of nature unfurled for all to see...hehehe...

dear coo-coo pigeons...screeching crows...screaming girls...aghast teachers...glam and grandeur of founder's day...civility, order, ceremonial pomp. feather flap and the ascent to truth, the elegance of flight. then sudden mayhem and murder. aerial attack on the loose...shredded feathers, talons and bayonet beaks, barely-visible drops of blood plus one clumsy knockout...poop...bird... die... die...bombakbom....diedie...liao...lo...steadybompeepee ahhh.....

heheheh

" so hilarious, ad told me today in her school they commemorated some founder's day crap by releasing two pigeons. Initially, they were reluctant to fly out of the cage but eventually they did, after some coaxing. Then u know what happened?!? This crow swooped down from nowhere and grabbed one of the birds and carried it away to be eaten like some wildlife documentary live footage while the other got so spooked it flew direct and smashed itself right onto a wall and concussed right in front of the whole school and some girls burst out crying..."

one psalm

O Lord, you search me and you know me,
you know my resting and my rising,
you discern my purpose from afar.
You mark when I walk or lie down,
all my ways lie open to you.

O search me, God and know my thoughts.
See that I follow not the wrong path
and lead me in the path of life eternal...
Psalm 139:1-3, 23-24

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Lord, reveal the stories beyond the valleys i find in life, where i cling to a protected space where i wish to be certain of everything. i rather gamble or make decisions in the name of instinct or fate, rather than rest secure before your simple presence or a crumbling yet trusting faith. i have reserved my own private time for self and those mental fabrications that inflate my little life. i seek humility through my own careful introspection. fear is mixed with yearnings and quiet greed with courage. and i withdraw into me.


prompt me to look back home. to space. single nights. and the history of my life which you redeemed and brought me through.