bird-shitted

yucks. i was 'lucky' today.

was walking from fort cannin carpark back to office with the roommate and shrugs, i was bird-shitted.

anway, the story began when the roommate and i went back to get the bottle of orange juice which i had so conveniently forgot. after which, i passed on the bottle to him and last i saw, he was meddling with the bottle of juice. and almost instantly, i felt a drop of something on my shoulder. my immediate reaction was to throw him a killer-stare. as expected, the drop looks kinda orangey on my tanned skin. realizing the trouble he got into, he said: 'i havent even open the bottle yet!', and i said 'yeah right'. then, it caught him that the drop might be a bird's poo. sweats, i nearly wiped it off with my bare hands. and indeed, the poo dried up as i was makin my way to the ladies. gross and disgusted.

i never thought this can happen to anyone, even though i've heard stories about peeps being bird-shitted in the hair and all. i hear their stories, i have a good laugh. or rather, i never thought i will experience this, be it the so-called lucky or not. but definitely, one thing i learnt about karma is, you never know when it comes to you. but when it comes, it comes. at least i get it 'small', thank god for it. urgh!