Old archives bring memories

I spent some time going through my archives just now and indeed, all the memories started coming back to me. And it feels like I am getting older and older because those memories seem so far away from me now *darks

You know for some of the posts in my archives, I don't even remember myself writing it. So it is actually quite fun to be able to read through my own writings, to look at some old pictures, and to realise how childish I was (or maybe still am hmph!). I laughed at myself for being silly in some of the posts, and I wonder where on earth did I get the courage to post all those silly and funny and ugly pictures of myself just to gain readers. But it all seems to be quite a good memory to me now.

So do you have the habit of reading through your old entries and see if you have grown into someone else now? Someone better, perhaps? :)

Sudden inspirasi

It took me less than a minute to sign in to my blogspot account even though I haven't been here for quite some while so, yay! (Yay because this proves that I am still quite a genius boohoo)

Anyway how is everyone doing! *shouts into the air

Have I mentioned that I am already an adult because I am now working from 8.30 - 5.30pm boohoo. In fact I have already gotten the confirmation letter from my boss so lets NOT count how long I have not been updating this blog!

A few friends of mine asked why this blog is no longer updated, and I always reply by saying that life is getting really busy la, no time la, needs to sleep la, needs to poo la, needs to act cute la boohoo and tonnes of other reasons.

But the actual truth is because I think I am not really pretty already these days so there's no point blogging since I cannot be bimbo already boohoo.

Okay I am just kidding.

(Eh why don't you go click my archives and see if I really look good when I was like 6 months younger!)

But on a second thought there's no need to do so. Just scroll down a bit and you could probably see my 6 months old picture already *darks

Then right, a friend of mine asked why I haven't deleted this blog since I am neglecting it for so long already. Was it because of the memories, he asked.

Hey! What if all of a sudden I have some inspiration to start blogging again, just like now!

......

Okay my inspiration just went off so siaran tergendala boohoo

Happy New Year

2009, while everyone is happily celebrating away, I made myself the saddest person in the world.

First I watched "10 Promises to My Dog" in the midnight, and I cried myself silly from the beginning till the end. No I am not joking, I am really emo like that. In fact I started having tears in my eyes when I read the synopsis of the movie on the pirated dvd cover before watching the movie. Have you watched it yet? Go watch! It's very touching! When the movie ended I had very strong urge to hug the boyfriend and his dog, Ronnie. But its 4am in the morning, so, you know.

And god knows what came later at night. While I was on my way home with the boyfriend and his Ronnie tightly hugged in my arms, waiting for the traffic light to turn green, I almost screamed my lungs out when I witnessed something.

A white, furry dog got hit by a car right in front of my eyes, a few lanes beside where I was. As in, I dont know how he (I assume its a "he") ended up wandering on the road but I saw how he got hit by the car, and how he sort of rolled like, a round, after getting hit. Ronnie must have felt how tight I held him then.

As if it wasn't bad enough, another car came up and hit the poor dog again because he couldnt move at all by then. Twice! Can you imagine a small dog like that being hit twice?! Though he didnt seem to bleed, but just imagine the pain that he was going through. I am pretty sure he had internal injuries. And I just... I just cant describe how I felt.

Then the light turn green. But the poor dog was still lying there on the same lane. And i don't fucking understand how these drivers did not even bother to stop after hitting him! If only the first driver were to stop after hitting him, the following cars would have slowed down and wouldnt have hit him too. And by then, maybe there were still some chance for him to survive. But no! No one bother to do so, not even those on the other lanes!

The boyfriend then got down of the car, wanted to carry the dog and send him to the vet, or at least, he was trying to shoo him away from continue lying there. I was really worried and I sort of stopped him from going cos I was afraid that he would just run to the middle of the road and then some blind drivers were probably gonna hit him too. But the boyfriend was so worried for the dog he just got down of the car despite us hogging the road.

And because it was a 3-lane-road, and the poor dog was lying there in the middle lane with cars going at very fast speed, all we could do were to stand by the road side trying to ask the dog to come to us, or to go to the other side of the road. Then the dog stood up and went to the other side of the road, and then only the boyfriend got into the car.

And u know what?

There was a petrol station on the other side of the road, and when the poor dog went in there, there were 2 fucking stupid men there chasing him out from the station. Fuck them! Its not like the dog would harm them or bite them! And then the poor dog had to come out from that station onto the road again.

We couldnt do anything as we couldnt make a u-turn immediately. As soon as we were allowed to do so, we went to the opposite of the road, trying to look for the dog in the hope that he could still survive if we were to bring him to the vet immediately. We turned there twice, but couldnt find him at all. Not in the drain, not on the road, not under the trees, its like it was all a dream. But we knew very well that it wasn't. The world is just cruel like that.

And I am now fucking angry with the owner of the poor dog! The dog had a belt on his neck and its pretty obvious that he had an owner cos he was a really pretty dog. Fuck the owner! Why let him wander on the road? Why bother having a dog if you dont wanna take the responsibility to take care of it?

Sigh, though it's not my dog, I still feel very very very sad. So does the boyfriend.

Poor dog, though we did our best to save you, we still feel really sorry. We hope you rest in peace. We know the chances of you still surviving is really minimal, but at least.. we feel better knowing that you did leave the world in one piece, in a place more quiet and less cruel, and not on the road.