some neo-print with sarah..
mit sarah in late evening..
hees..is fun.
we go to buy our slipper.
have our dinner.
and some walk.
and neo-print taking..hahash.
my offday hab pass..
6 working day to my offdae again.kumbatei!!
hit mre sales target..
June 29, 2009
June 27, 2009
June 17, 2009
SO LONG DIN UPDATE LE TODAE XIAORIEL WILL UPDATE A TOUCHING STORY!!
HOW COULD YOU? 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 a "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've 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 dog speak, 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 directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.
Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
Jim Willis
HOW COULD YOU? 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 a "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've 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 dog speak, 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 directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.
Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
Jim Willis
my main purpose i spread this pls not to throw away pets or having a pet for fun!
June 15, 2009
June 12, 2009
i em back to post le!yeah!recentli i off la..
as i having fever on tue my boss ask mi rest mre dae scare i gotta de h1n1 spread to dem sia.
bt i c doctor le no h1n1 lo..
i think i shud quit soon le..
cus i think for a gd boss shud say (u rest few mre daes is good for u)
rather dan saying i veri scare u will spread to us,so u betta off mre dae!..
damn tulang la.
nvm i will find a better job soon.
recently at home oni slack slack slack lo..
sleep sleep sleep lo...
and rest rest rest lo..cus still not really comfortable le.
all de best to mi kkae..mwacckie
June 9, 2009
sorry readers yst din update..sun & mon mit mei jie..we got go sing k & she finally bought her barbie fone lo..we spent alot tis 2dae lo..broke le la..hahaBT OVERALL IS FUN LAAH!.todae sick din go work so nw slack at home lo..hees..hope will be fine tmr ba..hees
ps:hope tmr wrk be fine & my sick recover..hees
June 6, 2009
readers in steps i know another 1guy wor..
ask mi call him EVIL..hhaa
ys he is really evil la..lols..
wish mi kumbaetei to wrk cubix as long as possible wor...
haha...
tmr is my 3rd mth in cubix le..
CONGRATE CONGRATE..
hope boss family love mi mre & mre laah!>.<
haha..tmr wrking aft dat offdae le...
gtg buy wallet for ah gong & father..haha...
ps:hope all my wish cum true wor..hees!lalala!
June 5, 2009
June 4, 2009
hais.. i tdae also cannot get out of the sad mood..
nvm i will jiayou de..
todae adrian courts report on newspaper le.. i
really miss adrian(my gan er zi) if he din die nw ard 2yrs old le.
he will climb ard ask gan ma for sweets & toys le ba..
hais..
hope he is doing fine in heaven..
reborn in a betta family ba..
althru u re gone bt u will always be in ur gan ma heart..
althru i and ur mummy no longer fren le..
well back to normal post le..
head pain again le la..
why i stress so much..
boss tdae face bk bk...
recently we not much ting to sae le..
i think i will be gtg cannot wrk der le la... hees
ps:hope my boss family lurb mi mre & mre till i quit dat dae..
hope everything for mi is fine..
gtg slp le..gd 9
June 2, 2009
haha..
i em a fool a truely fool..
why because of her my tears din stop any b4..
wit her wit mi i was always de one who cherish our friendship.
how i hope todae i din mit her.
i todae mit her go novena aft tt go beach rd tgt.
bt too bad reporter cum take report about adrain.
i was delay end up din manage to go der..
she shout at mi todae.
althru she sae sorry le and will pei mi go novena nxt tm.
bt her promise was always a promise to broke.
so i decided to let her out my life..
i know i will sad & cry for a long tym..
bt meiying shud gotta be strong!
always sae STOP FRIENDING HER BT I CANNOT DO IT.
even my fren & family sae she not worth it bt i always dun listen to dem.
todae i oreadi delete her number hope tis tym i can really do it.
i want to stop all my tolerate and foolish!
i dun wan us to suffer because such friendship.
so everything gotta put a FULL STOP..
mayb u will think dat i was xiaoqi bt if u noe how many thing happen in this 2yr.
u will encourage mie de..
ps:thanks for our frienship in de past..i will try to stop my tears..
hope my boss famile love mi mre & mre!..
i em a fool a truely fool..
why because of her my tears din stop any b4..
wit her wit mi i was always de one who cherish our friendship.
how i hope todae i din mit her.
i todae mit her go novena aft tt go beach rd tgt.
bt too bad reporter cum take report about adrain.
i was delay end up din manage to go der..
she shout at mi todae.
althru she sae sorry le and will pei mi go novena nxt tm.
bt her promise was always a promise to broke.
so i decided to let her out my life..
i know i will sad & cry for a long tym..
bt meiying shud gotta be strong!
always sae STOP FRIENDING HER BT I CANNOT DO IT.
even my fren & family sae she not worth it bt i always dun listen to dem.
todae i oreadi delete her number hope tis tym i can really do it.
i want to stop all my tolerate and foolish!
i dun wan us to suffer because such friendship.
so everything gotta put a FULL STOP..
mayb u will think dat i was xiaoqi bt if u noe how many thing happen in this 2yr.
u will encourage mie de..
ps:thanks for our frienship in de past..i will try to stop my tears..
hope my boss famile love mi mre & mre!..
haha..
xiaoriel todae is so sad la,
todae mit xiukim eat,she bring a child along.
mess our dae kip cry i veri tulang lo..
den she nid rush de child back to her mum hai mi cannot hab a nice meal.
at first wan mit her aft tat go novena,
bt u noe her la mitting other fren is ok de..
mit mi is like so HARDS la..
everytm mit her also i em de one rang her & treat her.
she always not de one really cherish mie..
shuhui also lo gt bf le den not much tm for mie..
shuangyi leii busi her wrk..
hais all i treasure de no longer treasure mi!...
nvm i used to be alone le..
I MUS BE STRONG!
tmr aftnoon mayb oweself go novena buy korean tibits lo..
so lonely!as alot ppl i dun wan to mit..
NVM IE EM USE TO IT LIAO..
sorry todae post was like so emo like tt..
i gotta go rest liao..
staytune mayb my blog mayb a happy one later..
xiaoriel todae is so sad la,
todae mit xiukim eat,she bring a child along.
mess our dae kip cry i veri tulang lo..
den she nid rush de child back to her mum hai mi cannot hab a nice meal.
at first wan mit her aft tat go novena,
bt u noe her la mitting other fren is ok de..
mit mi is like so HARDS la..
everytm mit her also i em de one rang her & treat her.
she always not de one really cherish mie..
shuhui also lo gt bf le den not much tm for mie..
shuangyi leii busi her wrk..
hais all i treasure de no longer treasure mi!...
nvm i used to be alone le..
I MUS BE STRONG!
tmr aftnoon mayb oweself go novena buy korean tibits lo..
so lonely!as alot ppl i dun wan to mit..
NVM IE EM USE TO IT LIAO..
sorry todae post was like so emo like tt..
i gotta go rest liao..
staytune mayb my blog mayb a happy one later..
June 1, 2009
boss ah ma finally back to normal liao..
think because few dae ago she leg pain & head pain..
haha...i still love her la..
i buy her a cream for leg pain she sae dun nid buy la,
waste money she say she dun used de la.hais..
bt nvm at least she gt accept..
tmr no off as boss gt ting haha..
gtg to wrk lo & morning help boss ah ma buy breakfast.
lols..
my audition finally ok le..i play le think steps is betta for mi wor..
hees..
as steps easiler..haha..
yup gotta pay my diners credit card bill tmr le la..hais
tag replied:
larling shavell♥wrking at bussorah strt lo..nt hiring le wor..
noel di♥haha..lols..will meet when we both re free lo.i em fine u??
melvin♥gort also can go temple de wor..lols..not ah ma la is my boss de ahma..hees
ps:
today onward tag will replied in my post..tks
hope my boss family love mi mre & mre!
think because few dae ago she leg pain & head pain..
haha...i still love her la..
i buy her a cream for leg pain she sae dun nid buy la,
waste money she say she dun used de la.hais..
bt nvm at least she gt accept..
tmr no off as boss gt ting haha..
gtg to wrk lo & morning help boss ah ma buy breakfast.
lols..
my audition finally ok le..i play le think steps is betta for mi wor..
hees..
as steps easiler..haha..
yup gotta pay my diners credit card bill tmr le la..hais
tag replied:
larling shavell♥wrking at bussorah strt lo..nt hiring le wor..
noel di♥haha..lols..will meet when we both re free lo.i em fine u??
melvin♥gort also can go temple de wor..lols..not ah ma la is my boss de ahma..hees
ps:
today onward tag will replied in my post..tks
hope my boss family love mi mre & mre!
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