Wednesday, February 01, 2006
hey, u think someone will invent a service that prints online blogs out, and files every entry in a pretty folder. ill really appreciate that, cant stand the fact that all my memories are somehow stored in this big, untouchable system.
dang, i feel bummed out. Hah. ive finally found a phrase for what im feeling.
yesterday at midnight, i stayed over at my aunt's house with a few cousins and my brother. left my aunt's house just now, and already i miss Buddy! booo.
his harmless bites, the faint dog-smell around him. mann, the way his short brown fur feels when i comb them with my fingers. his soft, velvety lion-paws.
when i came out of the bath just now, i half expected Buddy to come bounding up, with his red ball-ball between his baby teeth.
but i wouldnt like to be my cousin or angela (they own the puppy.). knowing that i'd lose buddy in about fifteen more years at most would be horrid. the years with him would probably never make up for all the grief that comes after he dies of old age. (which is the best-case scenario, as compared to traffic accidents, getting lost, being critically ill.) in fact, the years of memories would haunt me for life.
actually its the same for everything else. like, your loved ones. but already ive got so many, and the probability of losing any one of them is high if you think hard about it. wouldnt want to increase this statistic.
not owning a pet would be fine.
dang, i feel bummed out. Hah. ive finally found a phrase for what im feeling.
yesterday at midnight, i stayed over at my aunt's house with a few cousins and my brother. left my aunt's house just now, and already i miss Buddy! booo.
his harmless bites, the faint dog-smell around him. mann, the way his short brown fur feels when i comb them with my fingers. his soft, velvety lion-paws.
when i came out of the bath just now, i half expected Buddy to come bounding up, with his red ball-ball between his baby teeth.
but i wouldnt like to be my cousin or angela (they own the puppy.). knowing that i'd lose buddy in about fifteen more years at most would be horrid. the years with him would probably never make up for all the grief that comes after he dies of old age. (which is the best-case scenario, as compared to traffic accidents, getting lost, being critically ill.) in fact, the years of memories would haunt me for life.
actually its the same for everything else. like, your loved ones. but already ive got so many, and the probability of losing any one of them is high if you think hard about it. wouldnt want to increase this statistic.
not owning a pet would be fine.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:26 AM.
