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The Little Prince by Saint Antoine De Exupery is an all-time favorite book of grown-ups.

This was done thru a 1.5x speed edit in Windows Movie Maker. I love singing. It's just that sometimes when I feel like singing is not in the mood for me, I make a way for it to be still entertaining (at least for myself). What do you think?

Kermit, my dog had lived with us for 13 years and 8 months. He suffered from a feeling we do not know what. It hurts that we never had the resources (drive, much coins, time, transpo) to bring him to a vet clinic. I really feel bad everytime I think of those times that I did not do anything. My mom was always the one who really gives him relief, generic and homemade meds, occasional professional vaccines, love, and care, and hugs, and kisses. She plays with him most of the time. My dad does all that, too, when he is home with us for work vacation. Kermit really became their second child after me. Me? Hugs and kisses and birthday cakes are all I gave to him when I get home. I regret that I assumed he is a super dog with a super strength (as super as me), that he'd made it through, that he'd live 10 more years on our side, even without a professional help. Since he came (that was when I was 12), I have had him always in my plans, in my dreams. My dream to have a car is not for anything else but him, to bring him to places with our mom and dad. We always think about him. When we were out for lunch or vacation or what, it is the thought of him that makes us rush to get back home. He is sweet and lovely. When I am alone, I cry in thought of him. I always ask the day he'd come back.

In this video, I was talking to my dog about our birthday plan surprise for our mom, a hired serenading group. I was disturbing him saying that mom would have visitors later that night and babbled a Happy Birthday, Mama! And, then, told him to sleep again. That's when he closes his eyes sweetly. As if he's really been waiting for me to stop talking. Kermit is my dog's name. He lived with us for almost 14 years. His death last October is the hardest. I lost a brother. I have no other sib but him. I am crippled without him. I have no one to tell my deepest secrets now. I am in much pain, but my mom, is in much much. She lost a child. We really treat Kermit as our fourth family member. We always remember him.