i am bloated. full of hopes and dreams. i am in love with a group of humans, in general; men who do the right things. ( i believe you're not dumb in understanding that men includes women too. )

like everyone else in this entire cyber-world, who gets envious for what someone else is doing in their stuck-up life, comparing how thin and nice their eyebrows are and talking about weights, i've a confession. deep down, i have a tender heart for endangered animals. i do not support poaching neither do i buy fur nor leather. because humans are like animals too. the news is everywhere, like hair loss. killing, stealing and self-satisfaction. but there is just one thing animals will never do what humans do. suicide. no, don't be bodoh to say shopping.
like animal lovers, i too, wish to be a v-gan, but wouldn't i be the same, repulsive enough to be part of demolishing the foodchain? nevermind, i'm contented to be part of the highest intake.

here's a toast to men who stood their grounds, to men who loved and men who sacrificed; namely The Wild Yaks.