dry your eyes

went out today. retail therapy is so effective. i can see why amanda blogs about it. bought some nice stuff. and presents for tomorrow's usher gift exchange and tuesday's gift exchange =)

thanks for the beret!

in the afternoon the big doggie from the second floor fell off the ledge today. darn strange. i was just sitting at my chair doing my work then my maid was yelling that a dog was going to commit suicide.

HUH!?!

i jumped out of my seat and jostled with my brothers for a view. really leh. a dog was at the ledge of the second floor, in the rain, and it was struggling to stay on the ledge.

i was damn frightenned. if the dog fell it would fall 3 storeys to the basement. what's more it was raining accompanied by thunder. the dog's terrified of thunder. and it was so slippery. it kept whimpering and whimpering, and i think my heart just broke can. i was so helpless too. i didn't know what to do.

anyway i was running out of the door, and it sounds damn stupid but i wanted to go to the basement and try to catch the dog as it fell. before i could, there was a sound of something heavy dropping and a loud whimper.

"IT FELL! IT FELL!"

my goodness can. i ran down, but i realised the lift was stopped at the basement floor (which i came to realize was my mum having an encounter with the injured dog), so i just ran in the rain down to the basement. there was blood on the floor, up the steps where the dog dragged itself, and into the lift.

i was so scared. the dog seemed to have disappeared. we couldn't find it. the management was there too, and my mum was dramatically relating the incident whereby the dog confronted her as she was in the lift.

apparently the dog rode the lift up to the third storey. just outside our house. it's quite a smart dog really. it picked itself up from where it fell and limped, bloody and all and tried to go home. pity its owners weren't around.

poor guy. i retrieved it from the third storey and brought it down to the basement. its mouth was bloody and one of its hindlegs was broken.

the vet took so long to come. if it happened to a human. i think the person would be dead by now. and the owners wanted to give the dog away after that! hrmpf. that's so friggin' heartless. i'd take the dog in even if it were maimed for the rest of its life if my parents allowed.

and my mum seemed to enjoy basking in the limelight that she met with the dog while coming down the lift. kept recounting the incident with such vigour to the management and the owners. bullshit. i was so pissed. she just kept doing that while the dog was panting and panting. it was obviously in pain. but nobody did anything. call the vet, call the vet! sheesh. i wanted to just pat the doggie and make sure it was okay and not be afraid, but my mum kept snapping at me to keep away.

and yesterday. while i was at east coast park eating. a couple came up to us and asked if we'd like tissue. the man was with a blind lady in tow. my heart just broke for them can. i didn't have money then to give. after they left our table i saw them making their way around the whole eating area asking the same question. nobody i saw gave them anything. i was thinking. if only i had a ten dollar bill. i'd give it to them.

when i get a stable job. i want to be able to earn so much. that for every hurting person i see. i could give them something. for every person i see selling tissue. i'd give them a ten dollar, fifty dollar, hundred dollar bill. for every wounded animal i see. i could get a vet in asap, as quickly as an ambulance would race to get to a human, and make sure it gets good medical treatment, and i'd want to ensure it lives properly and comfortably the rest of its life, and not be abandoned.