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Monday, May 24, 2010

Read a blog post the other day:

A man in Iowa, in front of witnesses, fed his 5 month old puppy bowl after bowl of beer. When the pup urinated on the carpet, he punched him over 30 times in the face and killed him.

Senseless right?

Reading this brought wave after wave of outrage. And it has continued to haunt me till now. Why do people do such things? Why do humans abuse their right to be at the top of the food chain?

It's just not right to bring a puppy home, and kill it with your own bare hands. From the dog's point of view, we are their universe. Their lives are built around us, our schedules and our habits.

The worst part of this is, I'm sure the puppy did not even know why he was being beaten up. Imagine yourself, intoxicated, bewildered and frightened, and the person you love and trust comes along to pulverize you to a pulp.

Even with his dying breath, he must have still loved his owner. And this is what makes me so mad.

How can we, the civilized human race, take such unconditional love for granted? Why do some of us feel the compulsion to inflict senseless pain to another being so defenseless?

11:58 AM

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

I can affirm my husband loves me, hehehe...

& I am thankful for the fact that he tries his best to be patient and to understand. (although most times he simply thinks I am throwing another of my tantrums)

But this only serves as an affirmation of his love for me because I know just how difficult it is to not be on the same page with someone, yet to try to see their point in order to be supportive.

Marriage life has it's up and downs, all I can say is I must learn to keep the faith. Yet, I'm a creature of habit who always needs to be in control, thus I will usually try to predict end results based on past track records as references.

I must learn to let go of the past, to stop looking at him through coloured glasses, yet at the same time, it's so hard to do that, cos' I'm so afraid to get hurt that I dun wanna be vulnerable.

*Sigh* I thought life was supposed to get easier once I became older since I'm supposed to be wiser, but though I'm hitting 30 in less than 6 months, I'm still beset by troubles and woes of pubescent teens. Looks like I'm far from maturity in the state of mind.

10:30 AM

Tuesday, May 4, 2010



二人同行

用期待加上宽容 在加无止境乐观和等候
以为这些付出等于美好结果 你却说 凭什么

我相信你爱护我 只是爱没有想像中的多
对天空的辽阔来说云算什么 你不会懂我渺小得多宽容

爱你不重我要自己不要放开手
不痛不痛 心却独自跳的好寂寞
幸福那一个美梦 是二人同行才有
你渐渐缺席让我被挡在未来的入口

爱你不重尽管我无力再向前走
不痛不痛 就算辛苦的震耳欲聋
爱你我爱到最后 剩回忆这个朋友
爱情从二人同行变成我一个 默默后承受

我想过很多以后 幻想过快乐也愉悦心痛
爱就像是偏执的风带我升空
只问前进忘了要怎么降落


12:01 PM


I dun consider myself to be an emotional person, but the other day, Fussy said I always have lots of "feelings" whenever things dun go my way.

This is considered normal isn't it? I mean when things are going great, and if I were to be sitting there, mulling over everything all the time, then what am I? Some psycho freak?

It's only when things dun go right, that you start thinking about stuff and how to make them right, RIGHT?

But, I guess in Fussy's mind, this works differently.

I'm just missing the closeness between us, which seems to fade abit more with each passing day. And this is just our 3rd year of marriage, and we dun even have children.

Is the bond between us so fragile, that it will be rendered useless with minimum impact?

9:30 AM

Saturday, May 1, 2010

"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
my other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.

He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being;
by the way he rests against my leg;
by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile;
by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.

Without him, I am only another man.
With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.

He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.

His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him.
And I expect I will - as I always have.
He is just my dog." - Gene Hill

2:37 AM