Music: Safer by Grabriella Cilmi
Feeling: Traumatized, perhaps.

I had the shock of my life.

Okay, maybe not the shock of my life but it still shocked me. It almost brought me to tears, wondering why of all times I've looked out the window but only last evening it had to happen.

I was admiring the dark sky. My mind was way away in Miami (I don't know. This always happens when Pitbull is on), wondering what it'd be like to live in a beachfront condo. You know, those tall buildings along the shore shown in the beginning almost in every episode of CSI: Miami. Yeah. The view is breathtaking but too much water viewing is bad for me.

Then the moment was just lost when Pitbull faded into oblivion and Coldplay came on. Yeah. Try getting back in the mood with 42. It didn't matter, though, because at the time, the song suited the mellow weather better. So I looked down and I saw Jade, the black stray cat, in "combat" mode. She was making herself as flat as her chubby body would allow her to on the grass. So I wondered, what she was up to now. Then I saw two birds chirping on a lamppost.

Cat. Combat mode. Birds.

She wanted to eat - the birds. Not the ones on the lamppost, the third member who somehow landed on the ground by a black car. Then Jade leaped forward, chasing after the bird under the car, back out, and back under a truck, and there was this horrible outcry from the bird and friends. It was horrible. I felt like stumbling out the window so I could free the bird from Jade's jaws trap but I didn't want to die because I was on the sixth floor, damn it. I told my brother who said it's food for cats. Well, smartass, I knew that but still, I find it...horrible and cruel.

No matter how loud I blast Caliban or Mindless Self Indulgence; the annoying, crazy noisy kind, I can still hear the poor bird's outcry. I can still see Jade walking away with dinner in her mouth.

Is this how being traumatized really feels like?

It wasn't this upsetting the last time.