Gaga flew off, and for a few days he was no where to be seen. Today he came back for awhile for the food, i wanted to touch him but he was already so wild that he moment he came near to me he wanted to fly away. I used a very soft method to call him back and he slowly went back to his "old house" and i managed to pet him. It was growing well, and i was relieved that it was leading a life that he wanted to have. I let him free and i will always invite him back to the old house to have a quick snack.. Well, who isn't like that. Those foreigners, who lived way back in china, malaysia, indonesia.. they go back to their old homes once in awhile. Sometimes when u love something, or someone, u don't need them by the side, just knowing that they are doing well, will do.

Bibi is doing incredibly these days. He has been able to fly high, far and still come back to me when he is done flying. We'll i have comments from fellow friends that i was incredible to train my pigeons to do that while they can't even train their much higher intelligence creatures- dogs. Knowing this, i was assured that.. I have done my best as an owner, and is looking forward to doing more. But there was pain in the process.. when i have to lose my pigeons, looking for them.. missing them, worrying for them, making sure they are not bored of the environment...etc.

Putting pigeons aside, I had a dinner with one of my friends. Being really experienced in life, he gave me a really rewarding lecture on life, work, studies... etc. Realizing that there are so much things for me to learn, pick up, go through.. I can't afford to stay stagnant. What is the purpose of us living, when one has no dreams?

Life is indeed tough, but never predictable. U never know a degree holder would have to drive a taxi someday, nor an ITE student may make it big in the business world. Not saying driving taxi is bad job, but its just not as ideal. But what is an IDEAL job?

A Doctor? A Lawyer? A Teacher? What makes a job good? And what makes a job bad? The salary?

I just came to a point. I have no dreams... I used to have so much passion about life. And when uncertainty sets in, i get emotional. Because i don't know what i should do next. What will happen to me, my future and such. But now i don't even get emotional. Cos i don't even think of it. But after the talk today, yeah, i think i know what to do... I should spend time thinking of what i will wanna be, and how am i going to achieve it.