Petting a bunny is one of the most gratifying things you can ever do.
reminds me of a certain baby owl Maru likes so much…
Coulson, Loki has escaped. Get one outdated supersoldier, one arrogant tycoon, a Norse god perhaps, an angry dude, a Russian spy and… some archer.
The Avengers (Power Rangers Style!) (by UnusualSuspect2011)
Paperman and the Future of 2D Animation (by Snouty Pig)
Those motion-betweens are really helpful. Makes life easier for animators. Whoever made it is a genius.
- Lose weight to 130-135 lbs… well, the tummy is the main target.
- Finish reading the Bible from cover to cover; tagged with Our Daily Bread 2013.
- Take a driving school refresher course so I can drive on my own (I already have a driver’s license)… which correlates to:
- Take Maru to special dating spots.
- Draw more.
- Read more books. I’m no bookworm but I’ll do my best.
- Throw away much more of my pride and become more patient so I get angry less.
- Buy a Galaxy Note II as my work phone; hopefully it becomes cheaper with the Galaxy S4 release.
- Wardrobe makeover for both office and casual wear.
- Have a cash ending balance of at least P100k by end of 2013.
How are you doing up there? I visited your grave this morning — hope everything is well there. It has been a month after you were freed from the worldly binds. I wonder if you still remember me and my family?
I cannot help but recall the time I saw you and learned that we’ll be your new owners. You were quite the pup; you are the first dog with a breed that I took care of — a daschund to be specific; just four months old. You may not have known, but I was excited like a kid, though I didn’t express it — being the stoic person that I am.
At start you were quite silent and shy, still adjusting to the new environment. I was thinking of housebreaking you since you were special but when you turned hyper, well, you had to stay outdoors. Not that I’m bugged about that — it’s good that you were energetic since you were just a pup.
You were special because when you got sick last August, even my auntie from UK, who is a nurse actually, took a liking at you and gave you special treatment — you were “confined” in the house for monitoring. You were special because I bought you toys to play with, gave you branded dog food, which I didn’t mind paying despite your quirks like whining a lot.
Even my Dad took a liking to you. At one point, Dad taught you how to sit at command… only to realize that you sit upon hearing the “S” sound only, so if I say another “S” word that sounds like “sit”, you do it (lol programming). I had fun bragging you to my relatives from my Dad’s side as well — you were simply adorable to them.
I just can’t believe that those days ended so fast. You were just three months in our household but a deadly virus infected you. When I first noticed you getting sick again, I “admitted” you in the house for observations (I felt like I had a child to take care of) and researched what was wrong with you — why you kept bobbing your head like you had hiccups. After researching, I was shocked to learn that you had symptoms of Distemper, a fatal disease with no official cure as of yet. At first I didn’t believe it because my other dogs didn’t have the same experience. Despite that, I took the initiative to learn if there are makeshift medicines that can cure you. I found out that the cure for distemper involves (a) a whopping Php 3500 to Php 8000 for the procedure, and (b) a donor dog to give blood mixed with the “cure” Newcastle Serum.
However, that wasn’t the end of it. What shocked me again is that a few days later, the Distemper symptoms were gone but got replaced by that of Parvo — another fatal disease. I was like “What the hell?! How is this possible?!?!”
I was contemplating since I didn’t have the money at that time, and I had other debts to pay off. However, I thought about how young you were and have a lot to live. I said “screw it, I’ll use my credit card and max it if necessary.” I hugged you, held your paws and held my head close to yours and decided to take you to a vet… but my biggest mistake, one that scars me for life, is I took you there too late.
My auntie at our house woke me up at 6AM and told me you were a lost cause since you were already dying as per their observations. I rushed to your side. Parvo kicked in so fast and it severely weakened your defenses — I mean, the symptoms (loss of appetite, liquid defecation with blood, weakness) just manifested the night before! You were lying down on your mat (what seemed to be your deathbed), grasping for every breath that you can. You can’t even open your eyes anymore, contrary to the night before. You can’t even stand up, or take short walks. I thought “this must be it… I have to accept it.”
Though everyone in the house gave up hope, it seemed like you waited for me through that dark and painful night. Your breathing was as if you were crying out to me, your last hope. “I won’t fail you. You held out this long, it won’t be in vain,” I thought. I took a taxi and rushed you to a nearby vet. “Hang in there…”
It was 7AM when we arrived, and the vet is not yet around. The assistant told me that since it was a national holiday, they are charging me a higher emergency fee. I didn’t mind. When the vet arrived, she told me that you were at a late stage and I should brace myself for the worst. They had to test for Distemper and Parvo first but that would take one hour. She also asked me if you will be admitted; if yes, then it’s Php 1000 per day. That’s when I realized I didn’t have enough resources and that would expose me to credit risks beyond what I have.
I lost all hope. “So this is how it feels to be pushed at the very edge.” I said they can proceed with the testing but I don’t have the capacity to have you admitted. I am truly and deeply sorry… Reality slapped me hard at that time. All I could do was know what really did this to you and stay by your side till the end.
It was very painful for me to see you suffering, wailing in pain from time to time. Every time I recall that day, your wails still echo in my mind. I cannot forget. I was witnessing you slip out of my hands. At times, I wanted your suffering to end the soonest so you won’t feel the pain anymore. I can only watch and grit my teeth on my weakness, how incapable I was to save you.
The time you gave your last puff, I closed your eyes and held your paws tightly, knowing I’ll never be able to touch them after this. I will never be able to play with you, hear your whining for the late food, see you wag your tail when I get home. Never get my fingers serve as your teething toys. Never get licked at my lips and face by you. Never carry you in my arms again. Never see you have kids of your own. Never grow bigger than what you were. Never…..
I give you a salute for the good fight, and close the box which served as your coffin. I did not hide my tears from the security guards and the assistant. There was nothing to be ashamed of. I love you, after all.
Back to reality: I got the results of the test and you were positive for both Distemper (1 over 6, hence the disappearance of the symptoms) and Parvo (5 over 6). I settled everything before I left, but I decided to take you home by foot, carrying the box you were in. I wanted to spend more time with you, even though you were not aware of it. Dad helped me dig a hole and bury your body when I arrived. I had to see you till the end, albeit painful for me. After I set the makeshift gravestones, I took time to remember the good times we had….
I don’t know if I had been a good father to you, or if you had forgiven me. I will never know. All I know is you were special and I loved you, and I am moving forward. Thank you for everything….
Your Pops and Friend,
Dear HR rep from a potential future employer,
I thank you for giving me an opportunity to work for your company by responding to my application promptly. It just so happens that the type of work for your vacant position is the same as what I do for my current employer (who is by the way the country’s Top 1 in terms of that specific service).
However, when a person explicitly applies for an officer position, do not bring him back down to a staff position. Do not say that there are other seasoned applicants suited for that job because my experience is “too junior for officership posts.”
If you say that, you are making your company a hypocrite. Your company accepts fresh graduates and put them under your Management Training Program so after a year, they become officers. Tell me, are they not “too junior for officership posts?” No offense to the management trainees, I know they have the potential to be officers but do not deprive us of the same potential.
Do not count your chickens before they hatch, because I know you have not even called a single reference in that application of mine and get feedback on my work ethics and habits.
Think it over again. You are smarter than that.
Welp. It was KNIFE knowing you, Marth
I could have SWORD it was aiming for his hair.
Maybe he was charged with something and this is his VORPAL punishment
When you run with swords, you’re only endaggering yourself…. oh god, that’s terrible.
Well then he should CLAYMORE attention next time
The Defibrillator Toaster
My mom would be so annoyed… every morning I would run into the kitchen screaming “WE’RE LOSING THEM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP!”
“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, DAMNIT!!! NURSE, WE NEED 12 CC’S OF CREAM CHEESE, STAT!!!”
He’s bread, Jim.
Time of deliciousness: 7:15 A.M
If we don’t restart his heart , he’s toast!
“Daddy’s in a butter place now, kids.”
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