Something tickled my hair at my back and the feeling startled defensively me from sleeping. I checked what happened around me but it was my mother. She seemed delighted to talk to me.
“Do you remember Angela who visited me at my house long ago? She is too afraid to lift you up.” my mum announced.
“Oh. The angel soared down from the sky to see you at the midnight, didn’t she?” I exclaimed.
“Oh no. It is not the heavenly angel. It is my childhood friend who has the name – Angela. Every person has a name with a special meaning to remember who she or he is.” she explained lovely.
“I remember that chubby and cute girl who loves K-world. ” I recalled.
“What is K-world?” She asked cluelessly.
“I thought she liked Korean foods, Korean clothing, Korean pop, Korean movies and more.”
“oh yes, She does. She is proud to be your first fan at my blog. She read your posts and enjoyed your stories. She wants to visit your online diary often. Are you happy, my dear?’
The comment shied me away and i tried to hide myself but she took a close look at me.
Mum put me in my favourite teapot to sleep but smelt something odd. When I was about to peek out of the teapot, she saw me stand up in the teapot. Abruptly, I hid myself from the sight but could not wait anymore because the smell had bothered me. So, I climbed out of the teapot and followed the smell.
Sniffing, sniffing… Until what I found! I saw a gaint something in front of me. I had not seen it before on my mum’s desk. Out of curiosity, I inspected around that but the source of smelling was found in vain. I looked up and wondered what there was and climbed abit. Hey. I discovered the interesting source.
Mun, what is this? Sniffing and tasted it. Eeewww. I refused to go up anymore because the taste is very weird. She just told me it was the maggi curry noodle with the egg. Curry?!? Puking. I hate curry.
Lisa, my adoptive mother aka the main author, gave me a permission to post at her blog. I love you, mum. I am excited to write about my life and this is my first post. Oh no. I forget to introduce myself. My mother gave me “Peek” because I love to peek sneakily and she could not see me sometimes because of my camouflage hair. I am very happy to have this name (Do I look smart in this photo?) Squeaky. I am black long-haired branded. I hate long hair because it is troublesome to groom my tangled hair and sometimes, it catch with sticky food or tissue. Unfortunately, I inherited the gene from my real parents. Mum combs my hair once a week and trim it if necessary. I was born in Octobtor 2010 and should be 1 year and 4 months old now. It is pleasure to write about my life. Dear readers, if you are interested to know about me, stay tune or follow this blog.
Today, I jogged for 15mins only. 15mins?? I feel it is not enough, i admit. I am just the amateur jogger who exercise once or two a month. It is a reason of why I have a lack of confidence and self-motivation. Why do I feel this way? Because I work and work and WORK. It has gradually affected my health, physic and mentality. My job has unfixed schedule which i work in different shifts, I can’t catch up with my fixedly exercise route along my work. I am always exhausted mentally and physically after the work.
Thus, starting to re-vamp this blog, I was trying to complete “Breaking the ice barrier” post but my mind went blank and left it only 200 words as the draft. Because I have not written a lengthy article (more than 500words) for many months and it has became redundant. Oh Gosh! It is a good time to polish it up to make sure it would shine. Good news, i just applied the journalism course through online after my research on the course and the feedback. I notice the journalism course require the serious commitment and more practices.
By the way, i really learnt much from the journalism course. Cool. Oh yes, jogging has made me vigilant well. =D
Second Edition: Additional Information
During my spare time at the library where I habitually hang out, I read the interesting article of Writer’s Digest dated Feb 2011 that is ” Saving the Rejects” by Sue Fliess. The author called the seller for purchasing the bulky of lollipops but the company informed her that they were selling the rejected lollipops. She was mulling over buying the unwanted goods while she verified with the company if they had been damaged, rotten or what else. The returned goods were rejected from other consumer for various reasons without damaging them. They were taken care well. It taught me to appreciate the rejections for positive reasons. At the restaurant, an untouched dish was rejected for various reasons and was returned to the kitchen. The staffs were happy to share this with everyone in the kitchen because the rejected dish was quite costly. Some shops sell the rejected items at lower price to clear the stock or avoid the expiry date arrangement. Yes, these shops receive the blessing – profit rather than labeling them as the wastage cost.
Apart from this, the issue of romantic relationship is quite complicated to be understood. I am not good at advising to people who have love problems. It does not mean that I am suck in my love life but every story of every couple is very unique to themselves. Applying this principle helps us to accept patiently and heal ourselves. Some face the rejections from a person they are in love with and would be shattered down. If you want badly to be with someone you are in love with, put your hope LOWER and be strong to tell her/him. If she/he feels uncomforted or is forced to be your partner, the happiness would not be lasted. You got the rejection from her/him and I believe you would get a good blessing soon.Who know you would meet a better person. Best Endeavour.
Dear my readers, This blog has been abandoned for many months, getting and getting dull. Today, I am trying to retrieve it alive again and revamped the blogskin. I feel skeptical on my writing skill but I can use what I have. =D Finally, I have a full access of internet in my hand so that I can post my article. Yeah. I have been brainstorming about writing the new article in 2012.