After a tedious day of work, running errands and having a cuppa with roomie, Kel Li and Nigel at Old Town, I’m home at last.
Intending to make a beeline for bed the moment I unlocked the doors of the house, I suddenly decided against it. For what I saw didn’t only amuse me; it kept me locked in fascination. It was only after a few seconds I smiled to myself and pulled out the camera.
I care not what roomie thinks, for she was bewildered with my peculiar behavior. And of course, her giggles followed thereafter. Yes, I was squatting by the doorway of where my fave pair of Converse & heels disheveled and shot away like no one cared.
I saw a single crisp white feather amongst my shoes, on the parquet floor.
… and how did it get there?
Now before you begin to psychoanalyze me of this oddity, I can assure you that none of the fuses in my grey matter succumbed to any form of short-circuit as we speak. Woi… can I be like, human arh?