
solitude night, with a can of beer....

Everyone know how hard it is for a person to express his care & love to
someone directly, face to face. Thus, writing is created, for people to express
themselves better...
I once thought the most valuable gift a person can
get is a letter full of love. A letter written with passion & sincerity. A
letter that would touch your heart & make you wanna cry. But it ain't easy
as well now to most people. Love letter, poems, song composing.. is such a
difficult task.
That is what I feel now. I want to write but I don't
know what should I write. I need inspiration. Looking at the blank paper, my
mind is blank as well.
When something gives you pleasure and satisfaction, you tend to want more of it... Thus leading to addiction. That's how drug-addiction begins.
Well, don't get my word wrong, I'm NOT a drug-addict! I'm just making an example out of it. Anyway, talk about addiction, I do get addicted to lots of stuff. Let's see, I'm a :
Well, looks like I'm addicted to lots of no-good, no-use stuff after all. I wonder how come I'm not book-addicted?
从出生开始,它就一直默默的学习着等待。等待分离、等待被领养、等待接受指示。。。
它的第一次分离,是与其母亲离别。那时他最后一次见到妈妈,独自踏上成为盲导犬的命运。当时它只有1个月。
他的第二次分离,是与其代养父母。在一个充满爱的家里居住的一年,让它学会信任人类。分离时,它默默的凝望着父母,奇怪为什么只有他一个人走。
它一岁了,正式被送往盲导犬训练中心。它,总是慢其他狗一拍,没有任何杰出的表现;它,并不特出。然而,它有着盲导犬最重要的条件:等待着指示的耐心。过了不久,它找到了主人。它学会了保护主人,给与主人危险的讯息。它,跟主人培养了无间的默契。。。
好景不常在,主人病了;住院期间,它被送回训练中心等待主人回来迎接。一等,就等了三年。。主人终于来了。它陪伴主人走了一程,那是它和主人走过最短的路程;那短短的30米,却也是他们的最后一程。那是它一生第三次的离别。在葬礼上,它默默地望着主人,仿佛主人只是沉睡了。
从此,它就不再做盲导犬。回到盲导犬训练中心待了11年后,重返家园;回到代养父母身边。重返家园,一切都犹如从前;感觉就像没有离开过。
一年后,它在妈妈的安抚下,回归天堂。
它,活了12年零25天。 它,是小Q!终其一生的等候,默默的等候。