Dinner with PF

Just back from dinner with pf. Pf is a cute guy who thinks his initials are the most unique and who constantly updates himself with all the embarassing details about me (like the stalker) by reading my blog on a regular basis (so that he can bring them up and make me gasp).

We had a great dinner at cafe cartel and when I was savouring my favourite chicken and mushroom baked macaroni, he had to narrate nice gory accounts on how he had to slaughter a quail as part of his survival training in brunei. I was frowning in sadness because I cannot stand cruelty to animals. Then he went on to tell me the details of killing a rabbit (grabbing it by the ears and chopping its neck) and I was so grossed out and there he was smiling gleefully and I think he must be kinda sadistic. I wouldn't have the heart to kill such a cute little rabbit. I would rather DIE of hunger than to kill an animal to feed myself.

I think I am too weird. I save ants from drowning. I save earthworms from drying up. I save snails when they are crossing pavements and are at high risk of being squashed by stamping feet. I bursted into tears before when I stepped on a teeny weeny snail barely 3 cm big. I buy rice and meat for stray dogs. I return back the live prawns given free at the Marina South steamboat buffets everytime, because I can't bear to boil / barbeque them alive. I always whine to my fishing friends to release the fishes they have caught. I ever thought of buying those live 'fish food' (like shrimps, crickets and baby frogs) for arrowanas and release them into the wild. I wither and whimper whenever I watch documentaries where the predators devour their preys.

Maybe it's because I respect animals and respect that they have the right to live. Or maybe it's because I want to accumulate good karma so that in my next life I can reincarnate to be a tall, beautiful, healthy girl with a rich background, countless suitors, flawless skin and C-cup boobs.

Just joking. Anyway, after that pf and I walked all the way to PS and we departed from there. I wanna thank him for his dinner treat!

I dread it as the 21st approaches. I really wish I can burn a hole on that date on the calendar with a ciggie. Or just let me die before I get to see that day.