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Dewy The Heartbreaker

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Suddenly that word remind me of the Mariah Carey song.

I was surprised that Gary didn't cry manz. The dog had been with him almost half a month before passing over to me (thanks again, Shaozong!).

No crying, no emotional breakdown. I was half-expecting and mentally preparing myself for a emotional parting between him and the dog. Apparently guys are more good at controlling tears.

Maybe I'm just an emotional wreck. Whatever. But last night Jack (not my couz) called me and say Dewy's new owner could collect the dog anytime this week, I was like breezily saying "Ok."

Hung up the phone. Then I said to my mum "Ok. We found a new owner for Dewy already. And that person's parents agreed to take in the dog also."

Mum was glad. Not that she hated Dewy. Everyone loved Dewy, except my 3 dogs (believe it or not, Kilo himself was super irritated. Dewy kept stealing his food, drinking his water, and worst of all, kept trying to bite off his ears).

She volunteered to fetch the dog over immediately. I said ok. Then I went to cut my toe-nails. So irrelevant right? I know.

Then I started crying while cutting my nails.

Can you guys actually frigging imagine how pathetic I was. Where got people cut nails and cry at the same time one!

Cindy is such a failure!

This kind of thing also worth crying about. The dog had been with me for less than a week for gawd's sake! Imagine what if it's Chubby that I'm giving away. I would have flung myself over the top of a building, specifically Straits Trading Building, for convenience sake (cos that's where I got attached to, duh!).

Ok. Once again my friends, Dewy the silly little cute bitch. Wonder when will I post her photo here again:









Dewy in her best I-Look-Like-Bingo impersonation.





I must mention this. The first day Dewy came over, she slept on my bed. Curled into a little ball on my blanket. What a cute sight. I slept beside her too because I was so tired (that day woke up so early for SIP Launch). When I woke up, I realised she wet my bed in her sleep. WTF! I thought only human babies pee in their sleep!






Dewy's best-taken photo. Hard to take good photo of a dog who is all black (and can camouflage very well in the dark). Nose black, eyes black, fur black.

Gimme awhile to gather my feelings. I'd talk more about the school's internship attachment tomorrow or.. well, pretty soon. Meanwhile, don't mention the above dog to me anymore. Unless you want me to cry in front of you, which, I'm telling you, is not a pretty sight.


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