Coffee Jelly and Doomsday Soothsayers

Really looks like Iffah right!

My dear Little Miss Healthy-Bitch was having a bitch fit when Subway's closed so she had to settle with some soupy noodle thingie and that she can't get her "crunch" fix of salad. Like, oooohhhh the vegies in Subway are oh so healthy. And oh, Nana's caramel brownie is the sex, just moist with caramel and more sugar together with the consistency of cookie dough, the chewy goodness will leave you spasm like someone having an epileptic fit over the sheer awesomeness of that delectable gastronomic delight.
After bidding adieu to Iffah and Noel, went to Starbucks to meet Annabelle, Ashu, Ievan and Joseph to study but half of the time we're laughing at pictures of a certain model with an affinity for faerie eye make-up, with her picnic basket filled with bread crumbs of lost friendships and regret, saccharinely adorable rabbits decked in designer-wear with daggers behind their backs and piteous fruits, attention whores that they are, peeked out from the basket tempting people to take pity over them; waiting to picked and eaten and be told how delicious they were. And oh, a certain obnoxious monster as well.

The journey home was nonetheless exciting; in the form of a drunken madman. Flashing cards with pictures of idols on them at random people and pointing his gun (a makeshift one using his fingers of course) at them.

Paranoid parrot in me was like, omg was he predicting their deaths? Omg omg OMG!!!

When the bus passed by this particular building (an old fire station transformed into rows of art studios), he pressed one of the cards on the window at the building and he then proceed to write something on the window using his finger. It's really creepy and I swear there's a 2012 or something somewhere in his pantomime. Anyway, when I got off at my stop, which is a dark place with a carpark designated for heavy duty vehicles to park by the railway, I decided to not cross the railway and walked along the outskirts of the road pavement where there is a dog pound covered in fairy lights that it is a sly conspiracy of the dog pound owners to blind motorists and make them swerve to the kerb or something and then masquerade as kind Samaritans only to feed the hapless motorists to the dogs when they are in the sanctuary of the dog pound. (Paranoid parrot talking)

More wild thoughts and vividly gruesome Final Destination-worthy death scenarios danced in my head like commercials.
What if I got caught by the dog owners and become dog food? What if I used the detour by walking across the carpark and a truck just suddenly revved to life and plowed me with sheer force such that the momentum caused me to be flung into an angsana tree like a rag doll, only for the branches that were supporting my body weight to break under the strain that my weight had imposed on it, causing me to plummet to the ground, only to be impaled by a rusty pole or some protrusion from one of the vehicles?

Yeah but I managed to arrive home safely, albeit the constant turning behind to see whether there is anyone following me as I walked through the leafy boulevard to my abode.