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♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♥May-belle♥ aka Belle, Panda, Milkshake.♥ Officially 16. :D 17th August, leo Catholic. "Happy go hyper. :)" Regent Sec Regent sec m&d♥ GRADUATED from Regent Secondary. psalms 27:4 "A lady that is striving to dwell in the house of the Lord who is learning to see God's greater purpose for her who wakes up and learns to be thankful for her blessings." http://x-identity.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-identity.html Candies♥ ♥ Candies. Gummies, Chocolate, you name it! ♥ My sunshine & cupcakes. ♥ Rainbows. Anything colourful for the fact. ♥ PINK. ♥ Pink, brown, green, white, black. ♥ My pets. ♥ Bubblegum. ♥ Music. ♥ Candycane. (original) ♥ Onde Onde (green colour one w suagr inside) ♥ Bubbletea. ♥ Cappuccino, honey green tea, peach green tea, peppermint green tea bubbletea. ♥ Snacks. You shall.. NOT spoil me! :D ♥ Fruits. ♥ Being involved with my friends of different races. Knives✖ ✖ Mostly myself. I get easily tempted, etc. ✖ Hypocrites. Now tell me, who isn't one? I know I am. ✖ Homework. Burn 'em! ✖ Pe. Who started it, anyway? Dear Santa.. NOT IN ORDER Panda doll backpack. Wooden Musical box (plays when opened) Checkered headphones/earpiece.(cream & brown) waist shorts, skirt. New lappy. Sims3. Lava Lamp. Beanie hat. Heart locket necklace.(Those that can open up to put pics) Sneakers. Off-shoulder tops. Floral top w waist skirt & belt. Olympus Pen EP1 DSLR camera. brown/white fur Boots. Snow globe Learn Piano. Go Poly. LIVERPOOL jersey :D Dresses.♥ More clothes, dammit. Prom dress. Have a PROM. Cream & brown checkered hoodie. Baby pink & Zy back alive. Pass Chinese. Be strong. Money. Travel to Paris, Japan, France, Rome, London, Australia, England. (爱) | ||||||||||||||
↑ memories from blog @Tuesday, April 13, 20104/13/2010 09:21:00 PM
Remembering those memories. Taken off my old blog.
Zy's death. Why do all good things come to an end? 20th december 2009, Sunday, 9:36pm. I hovered over you, watching closely. Knowing every second that ticked passed would bring you closer to your time. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay with you till your last breath. In the afternoon, when I found you in your cage, covered with your diarrhoea, with you inside, motionless. I had to knock the cage to make sure you were alive. And then I showered you. You stank of shit, you were slimy with it, but I didn't care. That was the longest time I took to shower you. You didn't even move. I rubbed your belly, and you didn't kick like you would. I panicked, cause you were like half-dead. I thought that this is the day God will take you away from me. You lay on the floor while the water washed over you. You didn't even bother to move. I sat on the floor, crying and soaping you up. I even told you not to leave me. The water mixed together with my tears. I carried you upstairs, where I toweled you dry. You didn't even make an effort to move. And then I got scolded by my sisters saying that he'd be fine; that you'd be fine. But I know the time has come. You made several attempts to move, each one reminding me of a newborn chick. Too tired and weak to move. You didn't even have the strength to stand up properly. Your hands and legs were sprawled over the floor, and your head tilted at the side. You reminded me of a broken doll with broken arms and legs and a neck. It scared me. I saw you shaking deeply, as if struggling to breathe properly. 'He can't breathe properly with his mouth on the floor,' I thought. You were breathing through your mouth and not your nose. I wondered why. Then when you didn't blink, I got worried. 'He doesn't blink,' Michy said. She even shouted at me. But I got depressed, knowing that you had already left. And then we soon realised, you were already gone.. All of these memories, you left me. Some good, some bad. But I still love you. You scratched and bit me sometimes when you're pissed. I got pissed and put you back into your cage. But I'd rather get scratched and bitten by you if that could bring you back. Why did you have to leave? I hugged you once more, thinking that I can control. But my whole body started shaking from the crying. My mother made me put you back. I'd never get to see your pretty red eyes again. I'd never get to feel your soft, warm ears again. I'd never get to hug your warm body close to me again. I'd never get licked by your soft warm tongue to let me know you're thirsty again. I'd never see your nose move up and down again. I'd never get to kiss your soft warm fur again. I'd never get to bring you downstairs for a walk. I'd never see you again... I recall the day when I first met you. I can't remember how long ago it was, or which date and day it was. I only remember I was in Primary school, maybe Primary 4. I was on my way to buy groceries with my mother when I saw people crowding around the pavillon near the park. Curious, I walked there. And then I saw you. White fur, red eyes and pink ears. I caught up with you slowly and scooped you up. How easily you fit into my arms. As if you were meant for them. And how I carried you right into the shop with me. And persuading my mother to keep you. In the end, she allowed, and I carried you all the way home. Set you on the floor, you ran and twirled and jumped into the air, measuring the space. . . . You were so easy to love. And you were so special. And I entrust God to take care of you now, in Heaven. I'm sure you'd like him alot. He's a fine guy. There's so many things I'd miss about you. Your scent, your warmth, your softness. R.I.P, Zaiyeong. The memories you last left me with hurt me so deeply.
You're gone, you're gone.. Why did you leave? You're gone, just like that. And I didn't even get to say goodbye. You were still bright, lively and healthy yesterday. So what happened? No explanations at all.. Day two without you didn't seem any different. I cried myself to sleep the night before. Without your presence life just seems different. I feel Empty. Weird. Confused. Scared. Sad. Emotional. Lonely.. I looked at the glass jar filled with your fur. I remembered during your shedding season, you'd drop lots of fur. When I stroke you, fur would be in my hands. When I carry you, fur would be on my shirt. And then Michy and I would gather all these loose fur and ball it up, and then put it in the glass jar. I remember last time when it was dark downstairs, I would carry you close to me cause I was scared. All these memories I hold dear to me. I wonder how you feel now. Scared? Lonely? Happy? Confused? I've decided to bring a part of you with me wherever I go, so you won't ever feel lonely and forgotten. I've got this mini glass bottle, the one with the cork cap. I've put in a small ball of your fur, and I pressed the cork firmly. I'm going to use a red string to tie it, and then wear it as a necklace. Red means love. It doesn't lessen the pain but I feel less lonely and scared when I have you with me. I hope that you're happy wherever you are now.
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