it was 5.15am now.
and i juz heard the morning paper delivery man throw the paper in. =.=


20 minutes ago.
i heard alil bit of scratching noise from the kitchen.
so i go and look. curiosity.
well.
i saw something cruel back there.
it was a mouse. stepped on a rubber trap.
and struggling from that trap.
the mouse was stick onto the trap.
his feets. hands. and his head.
he was trying real hard to get away from there.
struggling. give in. struggle again. waiting for the death.

see. i dun really hope that mouse die. in my house.
or anywhere else.
i hope he'll get off from that trap as soon as possible.
because the scene was far too cruel for me.
maybe because he didn't provoke me or something.
so i dun play cruel on it.
but still. i hate to see something that have flesh and blood.
to die in front of me.
fish chicken bulls whatever.
i juz hate it.
errr... bugs are exemption.

sad mouse.
why you picked my house?
sighs.