i was thinking, maybe if they were friends, then he would think that spending time talking to her wouldn't be a waste of his time.

maybe if they were friends, he would want to see her more often.

maybe if they were friends, he would be waiting excitedly for weekends to see her.

because after all times have changed.

now it just feels like a chore to juggle and divide between responsibility and personal time which he has been craving.

she doesn't understand, that you cannot force people to do things that they do not want to do. but he doesn't understand that the fact that he "does not want to do" those things are hurting her deeply, inside out.

it's just another day,

another time.

another phone call.

another weekend.

when is he ever going to be free from these horrible obligations?

I've been writing a lot lately, but my skills are horrifyingly rusty. I've actually been on a hiatus since 2006 when university took over my life. I did not realize this until a week ago.

I want to discipline myself, and have a place where I can throw my stories to. Because my blog is my blog and horribly cluttered.

For once I would want to have something to be proud of. From this exercise, I hope to improve my grammar, set a higher standard for myself, and improve my vocabulary which has been on a downward spiral since 1998.

So here is the link to my story website!

Liwun's StoryBook

these were cards from my loves overseas.

I hope the writing cannot be made out because i did not ask permission from my friends to put it up! I loved the messy scrawl of my friend, eunice, and the hastily written post it notes. I found that to be quite endearing.

the sunflower and the back card was from my cousin in the uk. i could hear her voice out loud when i read the card, and it made me smile, because both cards were very unexpected. so to find them in my mail was a bit exciting.

i think receiving cards is one of my most favourite things in the world.

that, and posting cards too.

every sunday, czeeyong brings his dogs over so that we can bring them to the park in the evening for a run. since he is working mondays to fridays, he hardly has time for them and they get really bored at home. so it is kind of a treat to bring them out every week.

desa park city is a great place for dogs compared to other parks which are relatively not so dog-friendly. in fact, most community parks have a no-dog policy which is quite sad, and yet another stupid rule that we have to bear with in this country.

one rule that desa park city enforces, to keep a compromise with its Muslim visitors is that dogs are not allowed to be off leash on the sidewalks. But it's every dog for himself on the grass! I think that this is a pretty great rule. Dogs get to exercise, and people who can't touch them can be at peace on the sidewalk.

As usual though, after a bath, and a great hairdrying process, Xiao Bai took approximately twenty minutes to return to her usual dirty self -_-

I think she had fun though playing fetch...

as you can probably tell from the smile on her face and the wind in her hair. And yup, she just had a shower the day before. Xiaomei is in the background, always following XiaoBai whenever possible.

And here she is, catching up. "Xiaobai! Wait for me!" And uh, a really sweaty guy in the background.

Strangers can't really tell the two of them apart. But most people would say that Xiaobai is cuter, her fur is slightly poofier, and she is shorter, and fatter, and therefore, by default, being a furry animal, cuter, than Xiaomei, who is longer and thinner.

However, you can also tell them apart by the way they run.

XiaoMei runs daintily, and elegantly, almost trotting, like a little princess.

And Xiaobai runs like a rabbit on weed, putting every bit of energy into each step with wild carefree abandon.

Don't believe me?

This is Xiaobai, jumping over a pebble river

Here is Xiaobai, galloping after her ball.

Here is Xiaobai, flying.

And here is XiaoMei through out the entire period when Xiaobai was playing. Waiting for her sister to be done with this parade of nonsense.

Sigh, this will take a while...

Oh no I'm not done yet.

There's just too much to see and do, Xiaomei! Like fetch balls. Round balls. Round rubbery balls.

*sigh* seriously...

Okay, maybe I am a little bit tired.

They made friends too! With a Boston terrier named Chester.

And with an overeager golden retriever.

But in the end, they were back to playing with each other...

Having fun, prancing about...

"Urgh your hair is in my face =.="

i think that this is a matter which i should not keep a secret, because in doing so, i would have enabled many other women to fall into the same situation as i have been.

sexual harassment in the workplace, was more common than i thought it would be. i actually thought it was not that common an occurence until it happened much closer to home.

my boss is a selfish, disgusting vile jerk that deserves a tight slap and getting hauled off to jail. but he will be getting away with it because his employees need the money, have the burden of feeding families, the fear of going out and not being able to find another job, et cetera.

i haven't been violated...yet. but honestly, what kind of a boss puts his hand on your arm two days after knowing you? and barely a week later, a pat on the head. and then asks for your number.t i feel that at any time, my safety is at stake, and if i do not get out now, sooner or later, i will end up in a situation where i will regret till the day i die. i do not want to be such a person. the things he say to other female colleagues, and his actions, spells a lawsuit. and get this, he is a lawyer. the irony.

(this is probably where i discovered a little bit of a feminist streak in me. no i am not going to be running off and burning  bras anytime soon).

i am quitting tomorrow, and there is a weight lifted off my shoulders because i know that i do not have to work for such a disgusting animal anymore. i haven't decided whether or not to tell him the reason of my leaving. somehow, the thought of saying "because i do not respect you and i think you are disgusting" seems very satisfactory to me, but the fear that this might harm my safety pushes at my thoughts.

if you want to know where i work for just email me. lol. especially if you are a girl.