December 12, 2009

pet-talk

The pretext...
After misplacing hope on Emman for the past 20 mins, and realising that Emman's dinner has all been eaten up by himself, without even a shred of chicken dropping within 30-cm radius of him, Sydney (aka Didi) turned to walk away, slumped on the cold, cruel marble floor.

The talk...
me: Didi is so disappointed.
em: Didi... you cannot eat lah...
Didi: Whatever. Next life, I want to be dog food.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 21:36