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Friday, January 2, 2009
 Credits : deviantART; yatou .Will . Nothing else . School was fine actually [ 'cept for the fact that my Goddamned hair's disastrous ? x_x ], pretty much different from what I expected, luckily . xD Poor Timo was being disturbed luh, but I guess he's used to it already ? But I'm utterly missing 3E1 ` 08, in fact, since the start of previous holidays . D: ! New principal's IDK - & - IDC, not as horrifying as what friends described though, but it's only for today luh .. Super happy to see my friends lahhh, like duhszxc ! Bad thing was Janice & Felicia had to do their orientation stuffs so I didn't get to chat with 'em properly . ~.~ Seriously doubt my freaking abilities for promoting to Sec 5 manszxc, like c'mon, it's totally impossible for me to pass Math . -.- ! W/e; went CWP then 888 after school with Weizhen & guys 'cause Edeline & Vivian had to go for some DMC shits . Saw Zhiyen & guys with Jiaxin for exactly 2 times & went straight home . (: Mom mentioned Kor's gonna keep me on tight schedule [ setting curfew like home straight after school, needa get his permission if I wanna stay out late even when he's overseas, must study everyday .. ], which I surprisingly didn't object to ? Was like, oh, okkay .. -Walks away indifferently . Yes, I didn't feel a thing, something's just wrong with me . :\ And Dad's gonna have his op on Monday, yet all along I ASSUMED he's fine already, fuck it . Going out with Weizhen that siao zharbor tomorrow . ;D Staying real . EDITED ` It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever . Finished surfing & reading @ : http://www.asdsingapore.com/index.php . Yes, go ahead & click on the link, you know you want to . :X Chanced upon it while looking up dogs for adoption, it's 'bout both animals & human's cruelty luh, and it really got me down to tears with these furkids' true life stories . But thankfully there're also heart - warming ones .. One of the many stories I found meaningful : By Jim Willis 2001 When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad", you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him,and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first,whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. The End FREAKING STOP THOSE GODDAMNED ANIMALS' ABUSATIONS LUH, inhumane beasts . _l_ ! Submitted a story of my own [ definitely far from abuse ], featuring my late but beloved Dobby & half - afraid it wouldn't be published, I shall do so here . xD ! : My beloved Shih Tzu, Dobby, went above to the Rainbow Bridge on 28th Nov 2008 due to another cold case of hit & run . He was given to me by my cousin as her daughter was somehow afraid of it . On that fateful night, mom brought him out for his usual late night walks when 3 tamil kids rushed out all of a sudden & began intimidating him . Being always locked @ home when young resulted in fears of strangers, he naturally got a hella fright & ran away despite how mom called out to him . Mom panicked & called me down in search of our terribly shaken dog . Minutes later, someone informed us that a dog was found lying on the roadside after getting hit by a cab . It was already past midnight when the accident happened so the cold - blooded driver might've thought he was just another unwanted stray dog & it would be fine to leave him for death . Helpful passerbys contacted SPCA but after struggling for around half an hour, which I seriously don't understand what took SPCA so long to arrive, he was already unfortunately gone . Put yourself into his shoes; how does it feels like getting startled for nothing you've done wrong & how desperately you'll need air just after running & getting struck by a moving car ? It was a horrible incident, a most unpredictable one . You may be asking questions like why Mom didn't freaking leash him & such yeh ? Well, he was very obedient & doesn't cause distress to others as he was afraid of strangers so he wasn't leashed everytime he went for his favourite walks; and that was what costed his precious life . He was only 4 by then and yet I couldn't even do my part to protect him but leaving him helplessly gasping for air .. Till now, I still couldn't get rid of the images embed in my mind of his life fading away from me & they kept me spranging up in bed in the middle of the night from lotsa frightful nightmares indefinitely . I'm very grateful for the 2 - year short times spent with him though, as he was the joy of our lives indeed . And I swear I saw the brightest star sparkling the night he went away . My note to all pet owners : Please be very careful when handling your pet, you'll never know your negligence can sometimes, cost 'em their lives . I hereby dedicate Ella's Qiang Qiang to Dobby & prays to God that he'll protect him no matter what . (: Always in loving memory : 2004 - 2008 . © Charlene Neo . Laughs, I know it's lousy, but please bear with me lahhh . -.- ! Your only memories linger @ every corner of the house, constantly reminding me how alone I'm now without your companion, IMY badly . |
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