hmmm...dunno wat title shld i put...well...watever...decided to blog this...well my fren brought me to this company of her's(shall not name it..)anw..it seems to me like some MLM company but not very sure...the way they use to get ppl into their company is basically to let them feel tat life is meaningless and in order to fulfill their dream and get wat they "desire", it is to so call get into their company and go for the lesson...which I think to by using the weakest link of human being esp in the teens like us who at this point in time are going to another phrase of our life and are at a lost in our life and dunno wat to do and searching for that goal in life and trying to earn as much to get wat they want....yea..so i guess they are using that way...which doesnt interest me...not that i'm not at tt point of my life but I guess I have that something in my life that makes me think that it to just to satisfy that earthly desire that human being always have...hmmm...and i dun think i dun need to use the philosophy of human being to succeed cos human being is not perfect bu God is perfect and I shall rely on his philosophy of God...which is perfect and I shall rely on his strength...haiz...1 thing I always agree wat my fren ren shi fan jian de..mayb u dun but i totally agree with it..think abt it...isnt it true...u r always unhappy with watever amount u hv...u always want more...well i guess human wants are always unlimited...and human beings are always selfish cos watever things u do r always for urself and i mean WATEVER things...well till den signing off...guess I'll juz need to be contend with watever things I have and love God and I'll be joyful not happy...cos happy is not the word but joy!!
till den take care....
Complicated huMAn BeiNg...
Am I having PMS??I'm not sure..maybe..I guess...Think my da yi ma coming to visit me again...well...feeling frustrated...frustrated of all e stuggle...got frustrated with Human Being(thou I'm one too..), juz find human being so freaking complicating and irritating at times...example: some people dun like being criticise but they still like to be sarcastic towards other just to make themselves happy and "shuang"...well I guess ppl just dun do wat they preach at times...they dun like but they still do it towards other....WAT'S THEIR PROBLEM!!!if u noe u dun like den dun do it la...ARGh!!!not tt I'm perfect and I dun do it..but I'm trying not to do it...and frankly speaking I'm starting to feel that sarcasm is damn freaking irritating at times especially when u r tire and get irritated easily...guess tt is my limit...God can u pls help me with this...cos i really dunno how to deal with it..getting freaking irritated...going to blow soon...it just doesnt help in boasting confidence or self-esteem but actually bring it down...and makes one feel so lowly of themselves...mayb its just me who cant take but I guess there are many out there who cant as well...I'm feeling very very tire..on e verge of breaking down...argh...dun like that feeling...God pls help me!!!I need a break from everything....:'(...how I wish to be near to God.............................................
Tire & BusY weEk...
School holiday is like no school holiday at all...loads of project project & PROJECT!!!argh...but have lots of fun thou with fren during work...haha...but how i wish holiday can be longer..didnt really rest & slp well so kind of feeling tire and stuff...*yawn*it seems like I'm always tire and slpy and always yawning..haha...but I guess life like this as u grow older u hv more things to do..more responsibilities, more stress and stuff...and I guess tt's part of growing up(sound like I'm so old when I'm onli 19..)well, guess I'll end here...till den PROJECTS AGAIN!!!AHHhhhhhhhhhhh....................
HELP!!
ARGH!!I juz need someone to help me design my blog manz....tot it was easy but the fact: IT IS NOT!!!argh:@...with all those stupid HTML stuff which i have given it back to my lecurer...HELP!!I guess I'll hv to "employ" someone to help me manz...*yawn*well...had a great time yesterday with my bunch of kakis...it was enjoyable manz..haben had such a great time for so damn freaking long la...haiz...the good old time that we used to have...its okie...its still a long way to go...well till den..tata...off to sch for PROJECT!!!ARGH!!!project project project..................................................................................
*yawn*...tire of working sia..so much things to do...but so little time...or maybe there's some problem with my time management..dunno...so many projects...wat sch holiday sia...haiz..its okie...I believe he'll give me strength...
Prayer: God pls gif me strength....Amen
" I can do everything through him who gives me strength "
Philippians 4:13
An anImAL stoRy..."How could you?"...
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. Youcalled me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple ofmurdered 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 housebreakingtook 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 yourconfidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be anymore perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides,stopsfor ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" yousaid), 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 moretime searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted youthrough heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about baddecisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell inlove.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into ourhome, 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 mytime banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to lovethem, 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, investigatedmy ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.loved everything about them and theirtouch -- 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 totheir 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 hadgone 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 amiddle-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 andresponsibility, 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 meanother 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 thatyou 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 andwaited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, andI 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 ofdays. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which shebears 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 thesting 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 dogspeak, 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 tofend 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 mytail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed atyou, 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 asyou 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, aslong as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animalshelter 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 animalsdeserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate homefor your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society oranimal 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.
Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad,but itcould save maybe, even one unwanted pet.
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY, If you give them LOVE
halo...testing 1, 2, 3....weeee.....*yawn*...
