Let Go Of The Strings.

I am Ready to Soar to the Blue Heavens,

So Please Let Me Go.

MY COLORFUL LIFE.
Lovely PURPUR CHORMAY,
I am trying my best to cope this life.
I want to stop being the person I don't know.
It's hard to love the real ME.
Everyone wants to control my strings.
Everyone wants to make my decisions.
So let's race to the Yellow Fields,
Look up at the Pink Sky,
Smile at the Cotton-Candy Clouds,

And, Get Ready, Get Set~~~
To soar to the Blue Heavens.

Laughing Out Loud.

Let's Run Away To Our Happy Ending Together.

Race With Them.
adeline
Beverley
coffee
ChunHui
Dickson
ex-4e2
~~ferrone~~
Felicia
gregory
Gek Heong
Ivy
Jian Hui
Jearl
Jocelyn
jing jie
Jasmine
Jason
kelly
khaiistar
licheng
lishan
muzi
Mrs Teo
ming hao
Rebecca
Sharyl
Shermin
syazwani
Sae
tina
Xue Qun

Building My Future.
January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 June 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 September 2011

Smile At all of them.
©Glamouresque.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

i thought this little short story out....

" Ida!" My head bobbed up from my paws and cloud nine. Slowly, my groggy mind focussed back to reality, a bungalow filled with different colorful smells. I got a sniff of pork ribs coming from the back of the house, also known as the kitchen. I was brought into this same house when i was... oh, i do not even remember! All i remember was my mother's sweaty face and lapping tongue and all my brothers and sisters. And that was it. But does it even matter? This place is my home. And it will stay like that!

My daily routines are chew shoes, play with my, if i am not mistaken, 13 years old person, Evan. He was tall for a boy, at least the tallest among his pack. his straight jet-black hair was in a surprsingly messy state. However, even if he shaved out all his hair, i would still love him dearly. I will even promise not to miss a single strand of his hair! Anyways, chew shoes, play and finally, most importantly, guard the bungalow. It's a quest that will only end after I die, and I am not about to leave this place.

"Ida, darling, the guests are here!" Evan's mother soothed. " So keep that growls and rough play in check, okay?" Need she need to ask? Of course she could not hear this statement. They never answer my words. Odd huh?

As i left my space and chew toys, also known as shoes, for the backyard, different scents hit me like bullets. Some sharp, almost painful, while some totally unfamiliar. Looks like that promise is harder to keep than expected. I sat at the corner, and playfully pawed a dropped hot dog. suddenly, I realised a scent was standing out from the others, as if magnified. Looking up, I was cornered by a little boy. He was hairless, so I have no idea what color he is. However, his huge eyes was reflecting brown in the afternoon sun. I sticked my tongue up, offering my best smile. His chocolate eyes soon darting to my hot-dog. At first, I wanted to leave it for him, but I remembered when Evan accidentally drop a piece of his dinner, and tried picking it back up, his mother scolded him with loud, sharp words. They were so loud I had to leave the dining hall for the next house.

The boy began his unsteady walk towards the hot-dog. Immediately I shot up to prevent him from coming near. Stay, boy. I cautioned. A low growl unconsciously escaped my mouth. The boy fall back and tears started escaping his huge eyes. Instantly, I softened. Sorry.

Before I even have a chance to apologise, hands grabbed my snout and body. They were hard to resist and difficult to squim out of. A bark escaped my mouth before it was shutted. The boy's wail became louder. And my dull fears became harder to ignore. Help, I cried. Evan! I was thrown in a dark place, my nose telling me it was the closet. However, something was wrong. This area, I once came to, was filled with boxes, books and toys. Now, they were all gone!

Thief? No, never. There was no foreign smell here. Just me. After pacing the cement floors, fear died down and gave way to exhaustion and darkness. I laid down slowly and let my heavy eyelids slide down.

"No, you cannot do it! Where's Ida!?" Evan's shrill voice startled me back to the small empty closet. I'm here, Evan! I began barking anxiously. Don't cry! Be strong! Evan's scent was getting stronger from where I was standing. My barking increased. Suddenly, Evan's voice was pulled away, bringing his scent with him. Evan! Now, I was viciously pushing against the door with my massive body. My dad probably gave me all these muscles so I was pretty strong for a young female. The lock gave way to my weight, and light flew into my brown eyes. Without giving it time to adjust, I just follow my nose towards Evan. Baby, where are you? I cried as I limb-run out of the house.

The moment I could see, I sawEvan locked in the family car, with an enormous truck with the advertisment pasted on it," Move With The Movers!" NO! Horror flooded me. Wait, I'm still here! Suddenly, hands grabbed my body and legs. Frantically, I wriggled, barked... Everything there was to know. EVAN! I crooned. Evan's mom's voice whispered into my left ear. " Take care of this house for us." I was tied to the front porch as Evan's dad and mom walked to the car. Tears was strimming down Evan's face as the car pulled away. My cries were futile when the road became an empty long way that seemed to lead to nowhere. Then, they came. With huge yellow machines. They were wearing those ridiculous hats that humans wear when there was construction going on. Then it hit me. So painfully. So vividly. They want to get rid of my home, of my memories. Knowing that they would never hear my protests, i decided to do what I promised, Guard the house till the day I die. And I can bet all my chew toys that this is it. This is it. This is it....

well, the dog is now at SPCA. But I prefer dramatic endings.
But the actual ending is happy. So no worries.

Signing off,
ME.
Labels: ciao

I Am There.

I Have Reach My Little Happy Ending.

I am Ready to Soar to the Blue Heavens, So Please Let Me Go.
MY COLORFUL LIFE. Lovely PURPUR CHORMAY, I am trying my best to cope this life. I want to stop being the person I don't know. It's hard to love the real ME. Everyone wants to control my strings. Everyone wants to make my decisions. So let's race to the Yellow Fields, Look up at the Pink Sky, Smile at the Cotton-Candy Clouds, And, Get Ready, Get Set~~~ *To soar to the Blue Heavens.* Laughing Out Loud. *Let's Run Away To Our Happy Ending Together.* Race With Them. adeline Beverley coffee ChunHui Dickson ex-4e2 ~~ferrone~~ Felicia gregory Gek Heong Ivy Jian Hui Jearl Jocelyn jing jie Jasmine Jason kelly khaiistar licheng lishan muzi Mrs Teo ming hao Rebecca Sharyl Shermin syazwani Sae tina Xue Qun Building My Future. January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 June 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 September 2011 Smile At all of them. ©Glamouresque.	Tuesday, January 19, 2010 i thought this little short story out.... " Ida!" My head bobbed up from my paws and cloud nine. Slowly, my groggy mind focussed back to reality, a bungalow filled with different colorful smells. I got a sniff of pork ribs coming from the back of the house, also known as the kitchen. I was brought into this same house when i was... oh, i do not even remember! All i remember was my mother's sweaty face and lapping tongue and all my brothers and sisters. And that was it. But does it even matter? This place is my home. And it will stay like that! My daily routines are chew shoes, play with my, if i am not mistaken, 13 years old person, Evan. He was tall for a boy, at least the tallest among his pack. his straight jet-black hair was in a surprsingly messy state. However, even if he shaved out all his hair, i would still love him dearly. I will even promise not to miss a single strand of his hair! Anyways, chew shoes, play and finally, most importantly, guard the bungalow. It's a quest that will only end after I die, and I am not about to leave this place. "Ida, darling, the guests are here!" Evan's mother soothed. " So keep that growls and rough play in check, okay?" Need she need to ask? Of course she could not hear this statement. They never answer my words. Odd huh? As i left my space and chew toys, also known as shoes, for the backyard, different scents hit me like bullets. Some sharp, almost painful, while some totally unfamiliar. Looks like that promise is harder to keep than expected. I sat at the corner, and playfully pawed a dropped hot dog. suddenly, I realised a scent was standing out from the others, as if magnified. Looking up, I was cornered by a little boy. He was hairless, so I have no idea what color he is. However, his huge eyes was reflecting brown in the afternoon sun. I sticked my tongue up, offering my best smile. His chocolate eyes soon darting to my hot-dog. At first, I wanted to leave it for him, but I remembered when Evan accidentally drop a piece of his dinner, and tried picking it back up, his mother scolded him with loud, sharp words. They were so loud I had to leave the dining hall for the next house. The boy began his unsteady walk towards the hot-dog. Immediately I shot up to prevent him from coming near. Stay, boy. I cautioned. A low growl unconsciously escaped my mouth. The boy fall back and tears started escaping his huge eyes. Instantly, I softened. Sorry. Before I even have a chance to apologise, hands grabbed my snout and body. They were hard to resist and difficult to squim out of. A bark escaped my mouth before it was shutted. The boy's wail became louder. And my dull fears became harder to ignore. Help, I cried. Evan! I was thrown in a dark place, my nose telling me it was the closet. However, something was wrong. This area, I once came to, was filled with boxes, books and toys. Now, they were all gone! Thief? No, never. There was no foreign smell here. Just me. After pacing the cement floors, fear died down and gave way to exhaustion and darkness. I laid down slowly and let my heavy eyelids slide down. "No, you cannot do it! Where's Ida!?" Evan's shrill voice startled me back to the small empty closet. I'm here, Evan! I began barking anxiously. Don't cry! Be strong! Evan's scent was getting stronger from where I was standing. My barking increased. Suddenly, Evan's voice was pulled away, bringing his scent with him. Evan! Now, I was viciously pushing against the door with my massive body. My dad probably gave me all these muscles so I was pretty strong for a young female. The lock gave way to my weight, and light flew into my brown eyes. Without giving it time to adjust, I just follow my nose towards Evan. Baby, where are you? I cried as I limb-run out of the house. The moment I could see, I sawEvan locked in the family car, with an enormous truck with the advertisment pasted on it," Move With The Movers!" NO! Horror flooded me. Wait, I'm still here! Suddenly, hands grabbed my body and legs. Frantically, I wriggled, barked... Everything there was to know. EVAN! I crooned. Evan's mom's voice whispered into my left ear. " Take care of this house for us." I was tied to the front porch as Evan's dad and mom walked to the car. Tears was strimming down Evan's face as the car pulled away. My cries were futile when the road became an empty long way that seemed to lead to nowhere. Then, they came. With huge yellow machines. They were wearing those ridiculous hats that humans wear when there was construction going on. Then it hit me. So painfully. So vividly. They want to get rid of my home, of my memories. Knowing that they would never hear my protests, i decided to do what I promised, Guard the house till the day I die. And I can bet all my chew toys that this is it. This is it. This is it.... well, the dog is now at SPCA. But I prefer dramatic endings. But the actual ending is happy. So no worries. Signing off, ME. Labels: ciao
I Am There. I Have Reach My Little Happy Ending.