Discussing Roadkill

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Without a doubt, I think I can safely say that 95% of all people have a morbid fascination and curiousity towards roadkill.

We just cannot NOT look at it.

Oh come on. Admit it.

Unless from the corner of your eye you could already tell it's a piece of newspaper fluttering around the vehicles, or (very frequently) a poor abandoned umbrella blown off some open-top lorry, you usually would purposely pay attention to whatever lays on the road that is already squashed and quite dead.

Of course, we are not weird to the point of stopping the car just to take a clearer look, but we would always look to see whether it is something dead or not, just so that we know.

Another useless fact of life that we all actually don't need.

I never quite understood why I do that all the time.

Des and I travel quite alot together with Ivan, so naturally, most roadkills I see was when we are outside together.

Our most recent roadkill was spotted laying along Braddell Road. It was a disputed roadkill.

Spotting roadkill usually begins with the same, one word.

"Shit!" I would always exclaim first.

Des would always follow with two possible answers:

1) "It's not."

2) "Yucks."

He insisted that what I saw wasn't a dead cat.

I insisted I could even TELL the colour of the cat. It was a dirty grey with black stripes like the typical strays we see in Singapore.

He said it was a cloth that was probably that colour after being run over by a few hundred car tyres, but he had to agree it was a cat when I said "I saw the blood."

Yes. At this point some of you are going to lean back in your chairs and say: Walau, why the hell are you talking about this.

I've just said; it's another useless fact that we don't really need.

We sent Ivan for a bath just now. A car wash at... Ok, already having STM (short-term-memory) as the ladies at work already know, I am even worse when it comes to remembering the names of petrol stations.

I probably only know where SPC is located because guess-which-petrol-station-do-I-use.

Des and I smoked while we waited for the car vacuuming to be done.

Since when did I smoke?

Well, I don't. It was secondhand smoke that I'm referring to.

Invariably, our conversation topics somehow came back to the animals. He said I was looking more and more like Popiah. Or rather, the rabbit was looking more and more like me.

How can it be?

Which part of me resemble Popiah? Not even the teeth okay!?

The last time that I heard anyone say that I resembled one of my pets was when EVERYONE said Kilo and I look alike.

Of which I must insist: Kilo and I DO NOT. FREAKING. LOOK. ALIKE.








I mean, which part, man!? The ears!??






Do you all know who Popiah really looks like?

Miffy.

Not Miffy Miffy, but Miffy as in my previous rabbit Miffy.

I'm sure what with the many videos, all of you clearly remembers how Popiah looks like.

I swore to myself I'd never EVER get a rabbit again because of their pathetic lifespans (though not as pathetic as hamsters and mice).

But I could not resist when I saw Popiah, for she looked exactly like Miffy.

And this. Is. Miffy :)

And then many of you don't know this but Popiah is not the ORIGINAL Popiah.

Someone else was called Popiah before, um... Popiah.

Confusing?

Yes.

Cute?

Definitely!

This, my friends, is the original Popiah.





May Miffy and Popiah (the First) RIP. I DO miss you my little babies!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:34 pm