My Fluffy Pillows

 

The Hairy Boy



It's a cap with uber fake dreadlocks that matches his Crocs!~

I only just realise the "matches his Crocs" part after I uploaded the photo!

Anyway, I honestly think he can carry it off.

 
 

Take Deep Breaths

The noise continued to rumble steadily in the background.

I rose from sleep. It was coming from my left.

I looked, but there was nothing there.

The snoring continued. But the bed on my left was empty.

I thought I was imagining things because I was still drowsy from sleep.

I started to roam from room to room, thinking that the noise might be coming from a different direction.

No snores from daddy and mummy's room. And all is peaceful and quiet at ah ma's room.

I tried to go back to sleep. But the sounds of some one's snores beside me sent shivers down my sleepy spine, because I can hear but I see no one.

I tried to trace for the source.


Out the window to my left...



This guy who parked his car downstairs was sleeping inside and snoring so loudly that I actually thought the sound was coming from somewhere beside me.

I swear I saw the car vibrating as he inhale and exhale.

And for a moment, I really thought there was some one beside me.

 
 

Just Shoot!~

And they call it crow culling

I was elated when I saw a man pacing the streets with a rifle in hand.

Guess what? The NEA decided to grant my blog wish!

I should hope to sleep peacefully and wake up to the glorious sounds of nature - minus the sickening croak of black crows.

Woo hoo!~

 
 

All birds should die if they chirp...

Whoever said that waking up to the sound of birds merry chirping obviously haven't heard of crows.

Pun fully intended!

I miss those days when a marksmen Bangala steps into the estate ground with arms loaded, shooting away at those $%^&*!

A wave of euphoria rushes over me when he fires his bullets into the air and a lump of black mass descends from the skies.

Sometimes, ammunition is required so that peace and harmony can be restored.

 
 

The Present

She sat on the chair, inclined at an angle which he could see her better.

It was a long time ago when she did it. She was feeling apprehensive.

He insert it into her mouth and began to eject showers of liquid. At the same time, some one helped to suck up the excess.

She clutched her fists tight and squirmed under the pressure. Her toes curled up anxiously. When she could not take it anymore, she moaned and wailed for him to stop.

Once she took a breather, he continued despite her ailing in pain.

"OK. I'm done." he exclaimed.

She relaxed her shoulders and went to the sink to spit it all out.

"Well, he was better than the one I went to the other time." she concluded. "The other one was more painful."

The account was inspired by my friend, Miss Kristine when I accompanied her to claim her belated birthday present - A visit to the dentist.