1. Is life getting harder because I’m simply getting older, thus more aware?
2. Is life getting harder because Dubya is the root of all evil and thus even the rice grain sized plot of land on the map that is Malaysia is also affected?
3. Is life getting harder because we just have incredibly stupid (or incredibly smart, depending on how you look at it) people running this country?
4. If life is getting harder for me, what about those people who are poorer than me?
I can deal with many types of grieves. But I can’t deal with dead pets.
I still remember eons ago, when a friend’s pet died and he called, bawling into the phone in cantonese…..”sei jor, sei jor”. I thought his sweet old granny had passed on (bless her, she’s still alive!), felt a knot in my heart and tried my best to console him. Then he finally uttered the dog’s name.
I don’t know how to explain my feeling then but I think “cheated” would have been quite close to it. If “wtf” were in vogue then I would have told him exactly that. But of course I didn’t.
The knot in my heart undid itself and it was all by the book from then on.
1. Listen.
2. Reinforce the fact that the dog is now in a better place.
3. Offer company.
4. Repeat from step 1.
Like clockwork, man.
Obviously, I don’t hold special attachment to animals. I may gush at the cutest puppy but that’s about it, I’m quite happy to be without one after 2 hours. When my bf brought home abandoned kittens and nursed them back to health, I felt more inconvenienced than mushy. I couldn’t wait for them to be all grown up and leave. The day finally came and the first thing I did after that to was sprinkle cabai all over the balcony.
Cruel? Maybe. Lets put it this way, I just can’t treat them like human beings. Any compassion derived from me for animals is merely a basic knowledge that they are important to complete an ecological unit.
So yeah. I’m out of the closet. Are you a non-animal lover pretending to be one under peer pressure?
p/s: Happiness is stumbling upon a forgotten piece of TimTam in the fridge.
Happiness in a packet.
++ /Update ++
I have a dog named Charlie now and I would take a bullet for him. Now you can boo me :P
I am appalled at the sheer incompetence of these so-called big PR agencies which can’t even inform their guests properly that an event has been postponed to another day.
Email? None. SMS? None. Phone call? None.
I went to the event venue and waited for an hour like a fool before I managed to catch hold of the PR girl’s number to call. She profusely apologised to me and also tried to pin the blame on another colleague. Lastly, she claimed that she’s really new in the company. Honey, this is no excuse for incompetence!
This is not the first time I’ve been inconvenienced by these amateurs. To think that I’ve confirmed my attendance as soon as I got the invitation because I know how nerve racking it is to wait for people to RSVP.
And as fate would have it, their client was having a staff dinner at the venue and thus caught wind of my situation. The brand manager was very kind to me, even though I’ve hogged their reserved table for more than an hour.
All I’m just saying is that, big doesn’t equate to good.