Many say that persistence is just an excuse to cover up stubborness. However, the very few of us persistent people believe ourselves as those who try hard; we don't give up easily - never without a fight and often we are successful. Though of course there are our down times, where our hard work is ignored and of course we'd have a little cry, a rocking in our emo corner, but the next day we wake up and stride our long, strong steps. Because we don't live in dreams - we live in hope, chasing our dreams.
"A thousand mile journey begins with a single step." - Confuscius
Anyway, many of you who know me in real life would have heard that Fuzzball has been returned to me. Yay! *applause* It was a beautiful and unexpected moment and as corny as it may see, I think I might have predicted this occasion. The night before I dreamed of finding Fuzzball and Pompom in front of my house. That very morning a woman knocked on our dog and said she saw our notice about the missing puppies on our house and that she may have one of the dogs. She returned half an hour later with Fuzzball in her arms. We were all so emotional and grateful to this honest woman. She was offered $100 but only took $50 so that she could give it to her daughter whom she said was the person who took care of Fuzzball. Fuzzball was ecstatic to be home. However, he wouldn't let me go to school - every time I walked out the gate he would start barking and making high pitch noises and feeling guilty about leaving him so soon right after our reunion, I had to stay with him for a while. It might be from being lonely without his sister, or maybe he was just really happy to see me. Nevertheless, right after Fuzzball returned, our home became lively again. Day and night we resumed to hearing his constant barking at anything - and I mean anything; birds, neighbouring dogs, bypassers, you name it. Besides cars.
In contrast, we are still in search for Pompom, our female Maltese x Shi Tzu puppy. She is much more frail than Fuzzball and absolutely adores people and the attention she receives from them. The fact is, our family just isn't the same until everybody is at home and Pompom's whereabouts are still unknown. Have you ever heard the cliche quotation that "Dog is a man's best friend"? Well I disagree.I n my perspective my dogs - these puppies, kids - that I raised since that had no teeth are my family. The moment I took them home and slept with them on my aunty's hammock, I knew that I would love them forever and without them, life just isn't worth it all. So if all of you could keep out an open eye for Pompom - this tiny, loved puppy - please contact me. She needs to be home where her brother is waiting for her, and the rest of her family. Thank you for your understanding.
Contact; 0423218976 or b.phuong@hotmail.com
Labels: dogs, hope., maltese, maltese cross shi tzu, persistence, puppy, shi tzu, stubborn
Call it a slut and fuck back harder.As many of you who know me would knew that I had previously owned two Maltese x Shi Tzu puppies. If you were my friends you would had noticed my attachment to them and if you were one of those people who were close to me, you would had known that I loved them more than anything in the world. I called them my kids and saw myself as their Mommy. Well on the 16th of March this year, after coming home from my Dentist appointment, I came home to an empty backyard. All my brothers and my cousin was inside but Pompom and Fuzzball were nowhere to be seen. They were gone and I was all alone. Nobody noticed that they were gone, only me. I started panicking and crying straight away and went around searching for them. There was no luck. They weren't taken by the Brimbank council, neither were they in the Dog Pound. Somebody must've taken them in. Over this situation I broke into depression and started drinking with myself. I couldn't concentrate in school and had to return home early a few times. I hated life and I still do. But if all of you who read this please do me a favour to look out for my puppies. If you see anybody their neighbours with two new dogs that weren't there before please contact me on b.phuong@hotmail.com or call me 0423218976 - Yes, a reward is offered. Your support will really help out a lot.
Besides that, my depression has been adding up as my relatives kept rubbing in my face that I lost my dogs. They didn't understand that it was a serious topic for me and made comments like "Did you make curry out of your dogs?" I cracked and raged it at them and afterwards unofficially disowned my relatives in my heart.
Furthermore, on the 23rd of this Month was parent teacher interview for St Albans Secondary College. I went with my Mother and my first appointment was with my Maths B teacher. I didn't do so well and barely passed one of my tests whilst I failed another. It was because of the depression I am enduring that dragged me behind and lost my commitment to school. My Mother wasn't very happy. Despite the previous years before, I've always done well, she couldn't accept that I did poorly this term. My teacher tried to explain students all have areas where they lack and things they are personally outstanding as. Seeing that I was getting upset, she sent me out of the room and a Coordinator who was also in the same room noticed as well. She came out and hugged me saying "We know you've tried hard.". It was something very touching for me as I was never told this before. When my Mother came out she said she wasn't going to see any other of my bad appointments and went home. Angry at her, I walked to St Albans. I was originally supposed to go to my Dance class at Copperfield College but i was in no condition to dance so I lingered in St Albans and called my friends out. I took a few drags from their cigarettes - which I only do so rarely - and stayed there until around 5 when I returned home. I believe my Mother tried to make up with me, but I had already lost my trust in her. I've lost faith in her so many times - Like a glass globe, it shattered and I had to tape it back again, though the cracks are still visible. However now, I can nolonger tape back the pieces as they're too minuscule. I made myself an ambition; I will try hard at school and become successful and when I have, I will show my 'family' my resentment for them and that they lost me as a child at my weakest time, so they can't have me at my strongest.
I will have my revenge on the supposedly closest people to me.
Labels: Copperfield College, dance, depression, dogs, maltese, maltese cross shi tzu, puppies, shi tzu, St Albans Secondary College, support
