Monday, July 30, 2007
ahhh, memories of my first and probably last pet suddenly rushes through me. the sudden feeling of seeing my little fur ball surges through my head. my little pet. named it peanut cause it looked like one. had it for only a few months and than it died, and the death of peanut still remains a mystery. yes, i few months indeed. it ran away twice. and when we moved to the new house, of course it came along too. going near the cage would awake the little fella while he takes his afternoon naps. than one fine day, i went near it. no motion. 'ppeeeaaannnuuuttt!' , no movement. a little tap and maybe a little shake on the cage. it was dead. yes, its true, i never dared to touch that little guy. than fearing that my mum would nag, i got my maid to dispose of it. quickly, that very evening. i refuse to dig a hole and bury my little fur ball because of the very fact that i was afraid the little fella would come from the dead and barge right into my room and stranggle me to death. yes, what imagination, what sicko thinking. and so i had my maid dispose of the cold icy body into the trash bin outside. opposite my house. i didnt even gave it a proper burial. my poor pet. would cruel joke to get such a horrid master. i sympathize with you my little darling, because i feel horrid not burying you but throwing you away.
goodbye my dear, goodbye.
7:50 PM
