What if, you could go back in time and stay as a 5-year-old.
One look out the window and have no care in the world.
Going to kindergarden, learning 123, not drugs and bribery.
Getting into an arguement with siblings or friends and a candy can bring peace.
Crying in your parents arms when you fall and they'll hug you and tell you everything's alright.
No decision-making-for-life-so-make-the-right-choice-or-regret-it-forever.
No complications, no anger, no confusion, no loneliness, no frustrations, no pressure, no hiding, no one crushing your dreams over and over again, no one forcing you to choose between two, no one making you feel bad.
Especially no one making you feel bad about yourself.
Happiness and appreciation came along, just to have the opposite hit it with lightning before anything more happened.
First 15 days of 2011 has been rough. CNY, you'll do better.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Family comes first. Guess that is what people in the whole wide world agrees with? Everyone, except that particular girl, just right over..here. =)
I go against my whole family. I love animals.
*Dad's side seeks business-dealing, Mum's seek teaching and guiding tiny ones, sis goes for the crafty stuff that I can never understand XD*
And my all time favourite would always, always belong to the dogs' hearts.
Even as a little girl, I woud beg my parents to get a puppy. And as long I know, my dream has always been in the dog's kingdom, even how many times parents asked to change my view of the future.
But, come on, seriously, how can anyone resist those puppy-dog eyes? Okay, apparently a lot of people out there. But my point is, at the end of the day, looking at those creatures welcoming you by jumping, waggling their tail, licking you, THAT, is what makes my day.
Lots say they're dumb and irresponsible. Act inhumanely and immoraly. And can never understand the true meaning of love.
Truth is, they attack only when they feel frightened. And just because they dont talk or speak human language does not make them stupid. And for me, their love can never be beaten. Innocent as they are, they lick you right away to show they care, even if you've left them unattended for hours or days.
They should be left alone. Not in the pound with no freedom. Not in the place where they are forced to be put to sleep. They should speak out, shouldn't they?
Well not to forget other animals as well.
They were created for a reason.
To guide us,
to help us,
to accompany us,
to sacrifice for us,
to live.
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Dear Mr John Cheah, the first homework you gave in Writing based on stray dogs influenced quite a tiny bit, or maybe just a huge lot. =x
I go against my whole family. I love animals.
*Dad's side seeks business-dealing, Mum's seek teaching and guiding tiny ones, sis goes for the crafty stuff that I can never understand XD*
And my all time favourite would always, always belong to the dogs' hearts.
Even as a little girl, I woud beg my parents to get a puppy. And as long I know, my dream has always been in the dog's kingdom, even how many times parents asked to change my view of the future.
But, come on, seriously, how can anyone resist those puppy-dog eyes? Okay, apparently a lot of people out there. But my point is, at the end of the day, looking at those creatures welcoming you by jumping, waggling their tail, licking you, THAT, is what makes my day.
Lots say they're dumb and irresponsible. Act inhumanely and immoraly. And can never understand the true meaning of love.
Truth is, they attack only when they feel frightened. And just because they dont talk or speak human language does not make them stupid. And for me, their love can never be beaten. Innocent as they are, they lick you right away to show they care, even if you've left them unattended for hours or days.
They should be left alone. Not in the pound with no freedom. Not in the place where they are forced to be put to sleep. They should speak out, shouldn't they?
Well not to forget other animals as well.
They were created for a reason.
To guide us,
to help us,
to accompany us,
to sacrifice for us,
to live.
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Dear Mr John Cheah, the first homework you gave in Writing based on stray dogs influenced quite a tiny bit, or maybe just a huge lot. =x
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
They love chocolate and grapes
Apparently, the dogs in our house love doing dangerous acts that can kill them, literally.
Like how about the story today.
What is it?
All started when Mum went back to a place call home sweet home.
Mum came home after about 2pm, which both her daughters weren't home. Dad was watching tv and all 3 dogs in the house, waggling their tails as fast as lightning as Mum approached the door. She went to put her things down after a morning of work, and left both door and auto gate outside opened, accidentally. It doesn't normally happen. Next thing she knew, the dogs were no where to be seen.
It was 10 minutes later.
They ran out.
Again.
Dad and Mum drove around the neighbourhood. The park, guard house, Yuki's boyfriend's place, just to name a few. A few people were asked about their whereabouts. And after 15 minutes of searching, still, no sign of them. Mum wanted to give up and wait for them at home when Dad decided to go another round, the lot behind our house. And lucky and being thankful, I'm really, really glad he did that.
Just right at the corner they spotted a white van reversing, with that little, short white-brown dog running around it. Yuki.
Dad went over to the driver and his partner and asked about the other 2 puppies. The Indian guy's answer was really doubtful "Oh, satu sudah lari kiri, satu lagi kanan." The puppies never leave Yuki, and Miko never leaves Sesame. Never.
Mum went right and continued the search when a Malay woman told her that she saw the puppies running towards the left instead (towards the van's direction). At the same time, Dad who stayed in the car near the van was told by a nearby Chinese neighbour "I saw the Indian guys capturing the dog. A black one." Sesame.
Dad went impatient (or furious or so) and questioned the Indian men. Again they denied and dared Dad to open the van's door. Before, they did open the front door and nothing was found. They had no idea what kind a person Dad is, and he opened it without hesitation. And there, just right there, laid a curl-haired brown puppy shivering beside a masculine-looking black pup. Miko and Sesame.
.....
Now they're all safe and sound, sleeping here right in the living room.
Another minute outside of the house, and they could be gone, forever.
A little more racist as the days go by, and I can't really be blamed for that. What I see, hear, experience in life change the way I see things.
Like how about the story today.
What is it?
All started when Mum went back to a place call home sweet home.
Mum came home after about 2pm, which both her daughters weren't home. Dad was watching tv and all 3 dogs in the house, waggling their tails as fast as lightning as Mum approached the door. She went to put her things down after a morning of work, and left both door and auto gate outside opened, accidentally. It doesn't normally happen. Next thing she knew, the dogs were no where to be seen.
It was 10 minutes later.
They ran out.
Again.
Dad and Mum drove around the neighbourhood. The park, guard house, Yuki's boyfriend's place, just to name a few. A few people were asked about their whereabouts. And after 15 minutes of searching, still, no sign of them. Mum wanted to give up and wait for them at home when Dad decided to go another round, the lot behind our house. And lucky and being thankful, I'm really, really glad he did that.
Just right at the corner they spotted a white van reversing, with that little, short white-brown dog running around it. Yuki.
Dad went over to the driver and his partner and asked about the other 2 puppies. The Indian guy's answer was really doubtful "Oh, satu sudah lari kiri, satu lagi kanan." The puppies never leave Yuki, and Miko never leaves Sesame. Never.
Mum went right and continued the search when a Malay woman told her that she saw the puppies running towards the left instead (towards the van's direction). At the same time, Dad who stayed in the car near the van was told by a nearby Chinese neighbour "I saw the Indian guys capturing the dog. A black one." Sesame.
Dad went impatient (or furious or so) and questioned the Indian men. Again they denied and dared Dad to open the van's door. Before, they did open the front door and nothing was found. They had no idea what kind a person Dad is, and he opened it without hesitation. And there, just right there, laid a curl-haired brown puppy shivering beside a masculine-looking black pup. Miko and Sesame.
.....
Now they're all safe and sound, sleeping here right in the living room.
Another minute outside of the house, and they could be gone, forever.
A little more racist as the days go by, and I can't really be blamed for that. What I see, hear, experience in life change the way I see things.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Life's colours
I love Yvonne's (click her name, click it click it click it) way of blogging with different colours in every paragraph.
Wheee maybe I should try it. XD
Or not. =x
'Cause all my post aren't longer than 5 paragraphs.
^^v
And it looks weird being short!!!!!
Wheee maybe I should try it. XD
Or not. =x
'Cause all my post aren't longer than 5 paragraphs.
^^v
And it looks weird being short!!!!!
Too colourful. Ouch.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
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