I woke up at six in the morning with a full bladder threatening to rupture. I really should limit my liquid intake before bedtime else have the damn toilet bowl permanently plastered to my rear end. But that is not the sole purpose i jolted up from slumber albeit the excruciating pressure from my abdomen.

Deep, undisturbed sleep comes scarcely these days. I had a dream. An unkind dream. Ok, the word unkind is way too… kind. It’s more like a gruesome and appalling nightmare of dogs bludgeoned to death. Battered dogs trying to escape, screaming in agony with broken bones and bloodied smashed skulls, chase by none other than dogs’ best friend, men. That topped my Most-Fearful-Nightmare-In-My-Life list next to the scary-white-haired-vampire dream i had when i was twelve.

As i get older… yes, every once in a while i have to admit that i am not as young as i use to be. Muscle and bone aches aside, suspicious signs of unwanted spots and lines would not let me forget this fact. Please kill me now. Ok, ok, let’s not talk about aging and wrinkles.

As i was saying, the older i get the more strong am i a believer of karma. Perhaps it is because i see things that make me lose faith in humanity every single day. Men can be so cruel and heartless and unkind. I’m not a deeply religious person, in fact i’m not much into religion at all but believing that cruelty without a fair retribution, that’s the only way to keep my sanity. If everyone believes in karma, the world would be a better place.

I hope karma hits my neighbor hard. You see, they have a black coated dog which the keep inside the house compound. It’s a she and she is a supremely loyal dog. Then one night, the house was robbed with them sleeping soundly in their room. The door lock wasn’t broken into, the robbers sneaked in from the ceiling (you know the kind where you could just lift off the ceiling plaster). The dog was outside so it didn’t bark or make any noise. My neighbor threw the her out the next day.

It’s really sad to see her sitting outside the house gate waiting for the owner to let him enter. Everyday and night she would be there waiting. She got skinnier and skinnier. In the morning the dog will scour the neighborhood for scrap of food and rummage through rubbish bins, sometimes being shooed away, sometimes being chased with a stick. But every time she found food, she would take it back to the gate and eat it there while waiting for the owner. It went on for a few weeks. She got so bony that she couldn’t defend herself from other dogs.

I couldn’t stand the sight of the starving dog, so i would sometimes take left over food to her. But the owner saw me one day and didn’t say a word. The next day, they took the dog back into the house. i don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing. I suspect my neighbor took her in because he didn’t want us spreading the news to others in the neighborhood. Perhaps he just wanted to maintain a good image. The poor dog is still bony and i still see her wondering around the area in the morning when the neighbor lets her out. But at least she have a shelter at night against the rain.

Last night at the food court, a pregnant cat wondered around the vicinity and happens to pass by a table occupied by a family of 5. The wife and a teenage daughter got up, disgusted. The husband took a plastic chair and bashed the cat. It screamed and scampered away. This happened twice because the cat came by that way again. The husband beat the cat right in front of their small daughter, i think she was just 6 year old sitting on a toddler’s chair, crying. What lesson is that going to teach the kid?

I hope karma is real. I hope karma hits everybody hard. What goes around comes around.

I just hope i won’t become a friggin’ cockroach in the next life. Mr. Bf’s kitchen is full of it and i kill one everyday… come to think of it, i hope i wont be re-born a mosquito too. Wtf.