I believe I can fly
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Very reluntantly, I dragged my feet out of my apartment today to brace the merciless heat of the afternoon sun. Rebel needs his excerise, and I'm superficial. I don't want a fat ass for a son. My body feels it has been ran down by a bus. I had my long-overdue workout at the gym yesterday and I suppose my body isn't being too receptive.Given my physical condition, I allowed Rebel to run about by himself and well, he found a new hobby - chasing birds. Notice that bird in the background. That's the same bird that wittedly lured Rebel into thinking he can fly too. And he ended up on the road for a good 5 seconds before my voice thundered for his return.
The sad thing about Rebel is, he is afraid of cats. Yes, here, I said it. My dog-with-a-really-cool-name is afraid of cats. He's a bigger pussy than the pussies. How is that remotely possible? We bumped into a couple of stray cats, and instead of attacking them like a real man, he crawled between my legs for security. I tried to bring him toward the cats (yes, I'm a sadist) but that bugger simply refused to even move an inch. On a positive note, at least he's not afraid of birds. Man, if that day comes, I will officially change Rebel's name to Princess. Or Singaporean Man*. HAHAHAHA!
*This defamatory statement excludes the likes of Ryan Chua, Cecil Hamilton, and certain political figures I hereby withhold mentioning.
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