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Sunday, November 12, 2006
Look to the past and remember to smile,
maybe tonight I can breathe for a while.
I'm not in this scene, I think I'm falling asleep
But all it means, is that I'll be dreaming of you ;

I was randomly reading through some of my past entries on this blog and I found these song lyrics with such queer unrhyming words. nice eh? Can't recall what song its from though.

MooMoo smells so nice now cause he just brushed his teeth and had a bath! :D Did I tell you, his toothpaste is beef-flavoured! what the.. hahah! Makes you wonder about the function of toothpaste!


Anw, he is so unbelievably adorable! The way he acts just makes you wanna hug him tight and squeeze his little face between your palms! :D Hes damn qia
n bian also! When he sees strangers, he WAGS HIS TAIL! -faints! I mean, normal dogs are supposed to bark right? All hopes of him being a faithful little guard dog fell away, no, shattered dramatically, when the newspaper guy came and MooMoo ran to the door, wagging his tail happily at him with his pink tongue hanging out. /: /: /: Guarding instincts? What guarding instincts?!

Honestly, I think that little fellow has my whole family wrapped around his fingers. No, I mean, paws. Like today, I were reading newspapers on the floor and ignoring his presence, he kept probing me with his wet nose then proceeded to sprawl prettily right on top of the newspapers! I was about to kick him off so I looked up, about to say something evil and there he was looking at me with hopeful eyes and his bone between his jaws. And I knew, dammit, he has done it again! I kept the newspapers and p
layed with him for another hour.

Fat, distracting moomoo.

Having his bath! See how he wraps his paws around my dad's hand! :D
plus free massage!
MooMoo nice and clean! (ignore the background)

And lastly,

My Mom's gift to my Dad from the Sunday's newspapers on one fateful Sunday morning after my Dad took his weight:


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!

in the name of love.
11:03 PM