those little things

Sunday, June 5, 2005

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i feel happy when i see that i've parked my car right next to a friend's.

i feel happy when my ex-coursemates wave and smile at me as i enter the campus.

i feel happy when i receive a call from a friend who's far away in another country.

i feel happy when i see that there are comments to my blog entries - long or short.

i feel happy when i receive good morning/night messages from friends.

i feel happy when i open my eyes in the morning and the 1st thing i see is my lil pup sitting on me and wagging her tail waiting for me to play with her.

i feel happy when i enter the class my coursemates beam and say "morning" to me.

i feel happy when my dad packs home kfc when he comes home early from work.

i feel happy when a friend sends me a message with bears and flowers and say "just cause it's monday ;)"

i feel happy when i open my blog to see i'm not the 1st to visit it.

i feel happy when i see kids laughing out loud.

i feel happy when the radio station plays maroon 5's "sunday morning" when i'm driving in the morning.

i feel happy when i see wedding couples.

i feel happy when i see people who visit my blog actually tagged me to tell me they were here.

i feel happy whenever thursday is near.

i feel happy when i visit cable car just to have my favourite tom yam soup.

i feel happy when i come home from school, my pup will always be the 1st to greet me at the door even though she hasn't got the keys.

the list goes on and on.....

big things come in small packages.

it's all this small lil things that brightens up my day, refreshes my mind and makes me all energetic again.

many muacksss and huggiez to those of you out there (you know who you are) because of all the little things you do that makes my life simple yet complete. :)

fur kids

Friday, June 3, 2005

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Dear Dogs and Cats (Author Unknown),

When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with
each other so there are still two of you in the way.

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other
dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in
the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your
food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.
Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help,
because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about
this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your
comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping, they can actually curl
up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other
stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking
tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize
space used is nothing but sarcasm.

My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some
miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not
necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the
edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I
entered. In addition, I have been using bathrooms for years, canine
attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs' butt. I cannot
stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.

To pacify you I have posted the following message on our front door...
Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1.They live here. You don't.

2.If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.

3.I like my pet a lot better than I like most people.

4.To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is
short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

5.Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don't ask for money
all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive
your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or drink,
don't worry about buying the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes,
don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you
can sell the results.




i looooove the last part about the rules thingy. so so so true.
so those who might visit my house in the future, please read the rules stated above before you even lay a foot in my house.
if you dare complain about my darling pooch you'll get kicked out of the place and i'll send my baby after you. *evil grin*

do not underestimate her,
the word "stop" or "surrender" does not exist in her dictionary.

nails in the fence

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

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i am feiknrag dersesped now.

tadoy, yruos turly hree had been aatctekd and melotsed.
i sraecmed for hlep and sglgtured wtih all my mgiht.
my feirnd was sooo fhitgnered she feld.
no hlep cmae.
i was lfet aonle.

if you can' decipher all the gibberish above, please don't bother to ask cause i won't bother to re-type or explain the whole thing to you.

and if you culod raed it, dno't bhtoer to ask me waht hpeapned, i'm not in the mood to tlel. wlil nveer be.

anyway,
for those who can't see the long term effect of verbal abuse,
here's a story to help you understand my previous post about being polite and considerate.


There once was a little girl who had a bad temper.
Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as she learned to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the girl didn't lose her temper at all.
She told her mother about it and the mother suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was able to hold her temper.
The days passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother that all the nails were gone.
The mother took her daughter by the hand and led her to the fence.
She said, "You have done well, my daughter, but look at the holes in the fence.
The fence will never be the same.
When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one."

You can put a knife in a person and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there.

A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.



now darlings, do you see my point?

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