That's life

See if you can relate to this :

You sit in a classroom and your classmates around you are earnestly chatting away. The teacher has her back on the class and is writing some notes on the blackboard.

Teacher says “Ssshhhh, stop talking class.”

The girl next to you continues to yak to another behind you.

Teacher warns again, “I said stop talking.” Her back is still facing the class.

The yakking continues.

The teacher snaps, turns around and points vehemently at you, “Didn’t I say STOP talking!”

You stare blankly back.

“You! Stand up! Why did you keep talking when I said stop!”

You blink…and you glance at your partner sitting next to you. She stares at her book.

Have you ever been in this situation, where you are so wrongly accused and torn in between retaliating or accepting the injustice done to you.


Fast forward 25 years later and you are a young adult, capable of running your own life and making your own decision on your own fate, what would you have done?

The one thing that remains similar 25 years ago and 25 years later, it hurts to be wrongly accused.


Another thought for the day :

Is it tougher to manage a heavy workload, or it is tougher to tackle a working relationship?

Cheery & Me

Watched "Marley and Me" last night, cried buckets and came home with a lot of thoughts.

Last year, I watched "10 Promises to a Dog", cried buckets and came home a heavy heart.

I remembered what Ling said a few weeks ago, "You haven't blogged for a long while, you never write about Cheery anymore."

I have been so caught up in just living that I haven't been reminiscing.

"Marley and Me" hit on me to reflect on my purpose of this blog. Long after Cheery's days, I will still be able to look back on the countless moments of her and with her.

Time, or the lack of it, has robbed me of many things. I should not let it rob me of my love for writing and my writing that brings Cheery into the lives of many.

So there, keep that bookmark here. Cheery is back!

What’s with ladies and their long hair?

This morning, as usual, I alighted the MRT and got pushed up the escalator by the tens of dozens of people rushing for work.

Going up the escalator, I usually try to leave a step between me and the person in front (just in case that person has body odour, tries to fart silently or as I encountered today, has long hair that resembles a huge entangled bush).

Very unfortunately, I was pushed so tightly today, that there was no room for me to leave a step in front. So I found myself facing and smelling the ominous bunch of long, dark hair of the lady in front of me.

And of a sudden, she chose to throw her hair in my face!!!

With a single, forceful shake of her head, her hair smacked me right in the face!

DAMN! ARGH!

Birthdays are Happy Days!

Last Friday, we held a private birthday celebration for Cheery and my Ma.

2 old bitches celebrating birthdays...

Cheery's cake.

My Ma's cake.

The birthday bitches, excluding me.

The human invitees...

And the doggie invitee, Fifi...

This big-eyed doggie, Nisha, not invited, but welcomed by us.

She's quite a cutie with her eyes not so big.

And quite good at performing acts too...

"Hey, can you beat me at this?"

The party goes on...

Blow Blow Blow the candles...can you see Cheery's doing that too?!

Ma cutting her cake...

And Mummy cutting for Cheery...

"Strawberry's my favourite, Mummy!"

Cheery's birthday funky hairdo, by Auntie Cat.

How can private celebrations do without a bouncer. Quite convincing as one, bro.

Just the week before the party, we went for a food tasting session. Ha!

Yeah, you read it right, just to ensure the food's quality gonna be good at the party.

More doggie friends came then...

Simon's dog, Nexis.

Jon's new adopted hunk, Chester.

And of course, long-time bitch friend, Fifi.

The poor girl had a major operation lately but she's recovered well.

Some new friends Cheery made in the restaurant.

Sweety Summer in Kimono.

And I'm still trying to find out the breed of this dog. Isn't he adorable, just like a lamb, and there were 2 of them!

Dog owners will know it's never easy trying to get a group photo for the dogs.

Fifi's missing in this picture.

Chester's not looking at the camera.

3 men and 15 minutes later, we are still at it.

20 minutes, some perspiration, lots of calling out names and near to giving up...

"Chester, SIT!"

"Cheery, STAY!"

"Fifi, LOOK HERE!"

"Nexis, SEE PAPA!"

And...

We gave up...

Loyal NOT

On Saturday night, I almost passed out from a bad case of food poisioning.

All the drama in the house with the vomitting and running to the toilet, and all this while, my girl was oblivious to it all.

So much for a loyal dog.

Boycott Guillermo Vargas

I'm so seething with anger! The world is never lack of sick people!

I cannot believe what I've just read in an email that Spamy sent.

'In 2007, the 'artist' Guillermo Vargas Habacuc took a dog from the street, he tied him to a rope in an art gallery, starving him to death.

For several days, the 'artist' and the visitors of the exhibition watched the 'masterpiece' based on the dog's agony, until eventually he died.

But this is not all. The prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central American decided that the 'installation' was actually art, so that Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the biennial of 2008.'


His name is Nativity - the word 'Natividad' means 'Birth' in Spanish.

Other Source : Wikipedia

Do a google on his name and you will read more.

I cannot fathom and appreciate this 'art', and I cannot put in words how strongly I feel against this. If he'd done this as an act of controversy to create awareness against animal cruelty, he has made his point.

Else, he ought to be just sent straight to hell!

Sign your petition here Boycott Guillermo Vargas and stop this cruelty, please.