The Lil' Poor Soul

Walking along the streets, there was this little mynah standing by the side of the drain. It was alone; it's partner nowhere in sight.

It looked sad; it kept looking down, but not down into the drain for food.

So I approached it to get a better look. The lil' bird hopped away in a funny manner, then stopped and looked down again in a sad and depressed manner.

It was looking at its feet.

One of its feet was mangled up with some sort of white stuff, rendering that foot useless. The injury looked fresh.

Of course I couldn't help it as it was hopping away whenever I approached.

I had to walk away and leave it staring at its foot.

Beatboxing Madness! (Pathetic-ness?)... or The Truth Uncovered #1

So there's this beatboxing competition recently on Channel U that's showing. And here's a clip from one of the TV footages:



Note to Self: To be a beatbox wannabe, you MUST wave your hands and move it around like you're a punk rapper, even if it adds nothing to your "coolness" factor.

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If you think that was COOL and L33T and all, watch this next video:

The Real McCoy



The good part begins from 3"20" onwards, so watch out for the "special sounds" there!

The moral of the story? Be something you're good at. Don't be a half-baked ass.

Come to think of it, this lil' birdie really puts the local beatboxers to shame: