Dare you to dream.
Dare you to hope.
And hang on to it.♥
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
Friday, December 31, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
There's the sound of laughter by the adults, the squeaky sound made by that one hamster on the circular thing, this adorable puppy laying on my lap, and that spoilt boy annoying everyone with that ninja sword of his.
Surrounded by joy, and yet I don't feel any of it. Everything feels just neutral. After all that has happened throughout the year, I'm thankful 2010 is going to be over soon.
Another Christmas come and go, it didn't feel like a festival much, especially when staying indoors.
Thanks Karen, Shally, Pei Ling. It meant the most spending time with you guys on Christmas Day.
This year has been quite a roller coaster ride. It goes all the waaaaaaaay up, and then it falls back down, going really fast, and it comes to just an end after such a bumpy ride.
Memorable, unmemorable memories. You name them.
Five days, guys. Five days and it's a brand new year.
Next year will be better.
Plans will be achieved; Secrets will be kept; Annoying habits will be thrown; Changes will be made; Sudden emotional break downs will disappear; True friendship will stay; Dreams will come true, slowly and patiently.
But first, the trip to Malacca, let's make you worth remembering before the year ends.
Stay strong, because you know you can.
Surrounded by joy, and yet I don't feel any of it. Everything feels just neutral. After all that has happened throughout the year, I'm thankful 2010 is going to be over soon.
Another Christmas come and go, it didn't feel like a festival much, especially when staying indoors.
Thanks Karen, Shally, Pei Ling. It meant the most spending time with you guys on Christmas Day.
This year has been quite a roller coaster ride. It goes all the waaaaaaaay up, and then it falls back down, going really fast, and it comes to just an end after such a bumpy ride.
Memorable, unmemorable memories. You name them.
Five days, guys. Five days and it's a brand new year.
Next year will be better.
Plans will be achieved; Secrets will be kept; Annoying habits will be thrown; Changes will be made; Sudden emotional break downs will disappear; True friendship will stay; Dreams will come true, slowly and patiently.
But first, the trip to Malacca, let's make you worth remembering before the year ends.
Stay strong, because you know you can.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
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