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Chronicles of the Depressed Dog



That's right. I am here to chronicle a very short part of a dog's life, my neighbour's dog, to be specific. Below are pictures and GIFs of the dog in action taken stealthily (since my neighbour could mistaken me for being a stalker... although I do actually stalk... at the dog, that is. What? Do you think I am that morally challenged to do such a thing to my neighbours? Sheesh...).

You might be wondering why I dub the dog as "depressed" (if you are not, just pretend you are). It is simply because the dog looks depressed. It's a "she" by the way, and I don't think I want to use the "gender-specific" term for female dogs here. This dog has a face that makes everyone wonders: why is this dog so saaaad? Why the long face? Perhaps it is due to its droopy eyes. For whatever reasons, it looks sad, for my family at least.



There. This is her. The dog with the face that could wipe Mona Lisa's smile away instantly and make Matthieu Ricard (the person scientifically proven to be the world's happiest man and also Dalai Lama's translator. Google him or read the Jan 2011 Reader's Digest issue or... just click on the link) weep.

Now, this is the part of her story that I wanted to tell:

On a wet November night, when torrential rain relentlessly scoured the walls and tarmac while gusts ripped the air apart, sending reverberating howls that... ok, let's cut the crap. Simply put, it was a rainy night. But the wet weather did not dampen his spirit for one bit. He, was a proud, white dog, who resided nearby to a girl-of-his-dreams whom he called - "the Damsel in Depression" (if you haven't got it yet, the "damsel in depression" is the Depressed Dog). So, in the late of the night (about 9 actually, not really that late, but anyway...), he struggled through the metal gate and got out of the house. He knew what he was going to do. Striding with confidence, he headed towards the Depressed Dog's residence. Although he knew his master and her master would be mad at what he was planning to do, he could not resist the desire and instinct that drove him. There's no turning back. It is either now or never, he thought. Soon, he arrived at his destination. He scrutinized the dark surroundings. No vehicle. No human. Just a pretty dog sitting all by herself. WAIT... all by HERSELF?! It was his best chance. So, he sprang at the beauty and tried to attract her attention. He did. But unfortunately, the "depressed dog" is, well, of course, too depressed to entertain him. So she lied there motionlessly. It was a silent gesture asking him to leave. But he, the mighty young male, full of dreams and aspirations, would not give up nor give in. So, he figured he should cut the chase. Without warning, he, er, "struck".

[WARNING] In the next paragraph, things could get a liiiiiittle disturbing. Below 18-ners, please go watch Cartoon Networks or Disney Channel. Or go read something else. Just for a while (though you would just ignore this and read on anyway. Why did I even bother. Well, suit yourself.)

So, he tried to *toot* the lady but she just wasn't in the mood. He tried everything under his sleeves. Gentle biting, fervent biting, gentle nudging, etc. but all to no avail. So he tried all over again. And again. And again. And... you get the idea. You think reading this is nauseating? Well, lemme tell you what, I SAW THE ENTIRE PROCESS. WITH MY VERY OWN EYES. Otherwise how else could I recount all these stuffs so "vividly"?

Anyway, I didn't know how but it finally seems that the male dog had done what he had went there for. He quickly left the lady before either masters were alerted to the "illicit affair". At first, I doubt the dog's mission was successful... until weeks later where the "unmistakable" signs began to manifest - the bloated belly. It was obvious to everyone that she was pregnant. But again, I still had reservations. It could be that she got fat. But as far as fatness can go, it could never resemble a bona fide/authentic/genuine pregnancy. So, yeah, she got pregnant from a one-night-stand.

Before I knew it, the daily, regular barking of the depressed dog is now accompanied by some indistinct yelping of a puppy - correction, puppies. Here is a puppy with mama:



She delivered. Unlike her long, silky, brown fur, the newborns resemble their proud father - short, white or whitish brown fur. However, since the "affair" was blown, the white male dog was barred and grounded. He could never get out of the house without a leash again (that explains why there is no photos on the father). So, the depressed dog is a single mum, struggling to feed the babies and dealing with motherhood.


Here are some GIF's (animations take time to load on a slow connection):

1. Puppies want mama



2. This dog is also known as the "circling" dog, or "打圈狗".


3. Puppy misses his mama... it needs some love.


Okay, time to say goodbye. You got a question? What? Why no photos of the fateful night? I am not that sick to take such photos of what people would call a "private bedroom activities". What? Why am I so curious about the dog? What do you mean? It just fascinates me... What? You mean about the incident during that rainy night? I didn't PLAN to watch it IN ACTION. What kind of sick people enjoys watching that? I was looking out at the road waiting for someone to come and... it just happened. You don't believe me? Fine. I... I don't have to, er, to explain myself, er... I am not stammering. I am just, just, sorry, got a phone call. Cya! *dash*



Composed by,

Next station: 2011

1st of January, 2010:
Boarding the train by the name of "Year" of the "Timeline Service Ltd." from the terminal of "Station 2009/10".

Early 31st of December, 2010:
Alighted from the train at the terminal: "Station 2010/11". Switched to another platform, waiting for the next train while I get myself refreshed and ready by stocking up provisions and making up plans for the multiple long and short stops over the new journey.

Late 31st of December, 2010:
The train finally arrives. Same train - "Year" of the "Timeline Service Ltd." Leaving in moments. I have to hurry.

1st of January, 2011:
The siren is sounded. Boarding the train, now leaving for the stations that would end in the terminal "Station 2011/12".


* * * * * * * *


Summing up 2010 in gist:


1. Obtained my first class honours degree
2. Attended convocation
3. Learning the Korean language and culture
4. Job hunting - experienced my first and longest assessment/interview which lasted for approximately 3 months
5. Found a job in the current company

Oh, I have left out a very important one: embracing Soshism! This years is the year which I have converted from "aidolism"* belief (as in "atheism" - don't believe in God, hence "aidolism" is the lack of belief in idols) to "Soshism", a devoted "follower" of 9 angels - SNSD. I never had an idol which I "worship". Well, until now. Some asked me is it because they are: 1) cute; 2) pretty; 3) have enchantingly long 다리 (legs); 4) all of the above? Well, instead of choosing from the above, I prefer to reason it this way: They are adorable/lovable. They show respect for others, both 선배 (seniors) and 후배 (juniors); they possess strong sense and capability in entertainment; their vocal and dancing skills are impeccable (짱!); they care for the people around them, especially towards the unfortunate; they are modest but extremely diligent; and most importantly, they are very approachable and amiable.

These are among the reasons why I admire them and have made them integral to my blog.

I know, 2010 is not really a year of happenings for me but still, I am thankful. Whatever 2011 is going to throw at me, I will make sure my arms and mind are strong enough to embrace them.

A Happy New Year to you, dear reader. Don't fret if you don't feel happy; if happiness doesn't come to you, go for it and shower with it.

*Aidolism is a made-up term. Seriously. Don't use it in your writing lest you would be penalized for using a non-existing vocabulary. If you happen to use it and got accepted, then please quote me or acknowledge me in anyway. :P


Composed by,

Bitter sweet goes a long way

Every time you make a criticism,
don't forget to add
heartfelt compliments too.

People will take it better.
I'm sure you would.

It is not about getting words into a person's brain;
it's about getting them into a person's heart.

Composed by,

Me = ?

How should I sum up my life since primary school till now?

Let's see: A prefect in school; a course representative in varsity; and now a QA exec. Most of my time is spent "helping", "monitoring" and "correcting" (or even "disciplining") others.

Me = law enforcer
or
Me = "got-nothing-else-better-to-do-but-to-pick-on-people"?

Composed by,

Quotations

Me Decoded

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I love to learn, to appreciate, to help, and to share. My only (un)healthy addiction: a therapeutic dose of Girls' Generation/SNSD/SoShi/소녀시대/少女时代. They are my mood-lifter. What is my true self? I will let you be the judge.
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