Lucky

Do you hear me? I'm talking to you.
Across the water, across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying

Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

Lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you, I promise you, I will

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

Lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music fill the air
I'll put a flower in your hair

Though the breezes through the trees
Move so pretty, you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here, right now

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

Lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

Magic teaspoon

Perhaps I should stop running away, I thought to myself. With a little teaspoon of courage and a fluttering heart that is gradually slipping to his side, I nodded my head very shyly. The shiniest smile surfaced on his sweet face and this day marks the beginning of a love and friendship all rolled into one.

He melts my heart.

Have you heard of Knut?

If you haven't, here's a picture of him, the famous 3-month-old polar bear who was unfortunately rejected by his mother. He should have his furry best friend by his side, but sadly, after their mother had left them both to fend for themselves, his twin brother didn't make it. Sobbles.

Ain't he the cutest baby boy! All cuddly and furry, he has the roundest eyes, sweetest smile and cutest ears. My heart melts each time I see him.

The way he mischeviously runs about is so cute and just look at how adorable he is playing with that soccer ball! I adore him to bits! And it hurts me so much (or maybe, even angers me) to know that activists out there are protesting that hand-rearing Knut is a violation of animal rights and he should be put to sleep. I don't care if that poison only takes 2 seconds to end his life. I don't care if he will not feel any pain when he is being killed.

Point is, I just don't get it. Why should his life be put to a halt just because his mother refuses to take care of him? I know, I know, I know. I know that wild animals should not be humanised, I know they probably can never be domesticated. I understand that they should be allowed to live the exact way they would if they were in the wild.

But........in Knut's case, which is the greater evil? To let a human take care of Knut until he can take care of himself? Or to kill Knut?

The answer is clear to me, it's not as if the Berlin Zoo will throw Knut into the wild, after domesticating him, right? He's going to live in the zoo, he's going to be happy polar bear. Yes, he will be less wild, he may not be able to fend for himself if you dump him into the wilderness. But just make sure you don't throw him out into the wild and everything will be rosy and cheery for Knut, isn't it?

Knut has a new found best friend (who also valiantly taken on the role of a father), Thomas, a zookeeper. Thomas has moved into the zoo to take care of Knut. He sleeps in a bed by Knut's crate, bottle feeds him, croons Elvis hits to him and even showers this baby with Christmas gifts. He loves Knut heaps, and I'm sure Knut loves Thomas truckloads too.

The director of the Aachen Zoo believes it was a wrong decision to save Knut and said this: "It is not correct to bottle-feed a small polar bear. He will always be fixated on his keeper and will never grow to be a proper polar bear."

But say this to me anytime, and I'll give the same reply. I prefer a living Knut to a dead Knut. I prefer a not-so-proper-polar-bear Knut to a Knut who ain't breathing and cannot move. Not so proper? Does 'not so proper' just mean he is different from wild polar bears? Different, as in he probably can't find his own food if you throw him in the oceans? Does that difference matter so much? Does that matter more than Knut's right to live?

I want Knut to be able to live. I want Knut to be a happy smiling polar bear. I want Knut to have his new best friend by his side and live happily ever after in our crazy warped world, where animal rights have contradicting meanings.

Save animals! Kill animals! Apparently to activists, in Knut's case, they equate to the same darn thing: animal rights. What an insane world..............

Click here to read more on Knut: http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,21421012-5006007,00.html

The other Hoppo.

Hoppo, You're the Winner of Australian Lifeguard of the Year Award in 2006!

Okay, okay, I'm talking about the Other Hoppo, the one who resides at the famous Bondi, not the one whom ermmmmm shrieks when she sees crumpled tissues. Heeeeeeeeeeee!

Anyway, you can catch the Other Hoppo live in action in the show 'Bondi Rescue'. Typically, the episodes show random things such as very toned (Hehe!) lifeguards rushing out in the surfboards in the scary splashing waves to rescue weak swimmers, to them searching for lost children or even apprehending perverts.

But last Monday's episode was heartwrenching. A lifeguard at the tower spotted a swimmer, but lost sight of him in just a split moment. It was unknown if the swimmer had just dived and swam away, or if he was swallowed by the gripping waves. To be on the safe side, the search started.

Every lifeguard was engaged in the search but they could not find that swimmer. After some time, the search was put to a halt. Afterall, they were not sure who they were looking for, no one had reported any missing persons and the swimmer could have long reached the shores safely.

Yet 2 hours later, a lady and her son came forward to report a missing person: her husband, a doctor from Mongolia. They last saw him approximately 2 hours ago and he was a weak swimmer. The lifeguards wasted no time and called in the helicopters and sent the team out in jetskis and surfboards. After a long search, they finally found him.

Sadly, it was too late. He was overpowered by the waves and could not be revived. He left behind his wife and a teenager son. The even sadder part? He and his family had just migrated to Australia a week ago, to start on a new phase of their life. The saddest part of all? It was his birthday. :( This is one of those days you can find no words to say besides 'So sad!' It was such a depressing day at Bondi, leaving all the lifeguards devastated. It was the first drowning in 4 years at Bondi.

Anyway, okay, this is meant to be a happy blog entry, to introduce the heroic Other Hoppo to all of you guys.

P.S Hoppo, is he your alter ego? Like one moment, you are here being our silly lame Hoppo. Next moment, you fly halfway around the earth to rescue people in the rough seas!

You can read more about the Other Hoppo here: http://www.ten.com.au/ten/2676.html

Out of the blue.

Out of the blue, a memory of something that happened exactly 21 days back popped right into my head. And I went "Darn! How could I have forgotten about this!"

3 weeks back, in the wee hours on a Friday morning, I was shifting about in my seat, waiting for the plane to reach its destination soon. Getting bored and weary, I looked out of the window and suddenly I saw a SHOOTING STAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was beautiful. I'm not sure if this is the first time I caught sight of a shooting star (Pardon my bubbly goldfish memory) but this is definitely the first time I saw a shooting star on board a flight! How lucky can I get! It can't be something THAT common, right? Hehe!

Its beauty was amazingly phenomenonal. It left me speechless for a split moment (Probably just dropped my jaw) thus, by the time I got to nudging Double A 'Hey, can you see that? Can you see that? It's a shooting star!', it has long departed into the darkness of the skies. And obviously, he saw nothing thanks to my unintended delayed reaction.

A minute ago, I tried closing my eyes, hoping to see its beauty again. Sadly, it's blurry. I wish there was some technology that could take a photo of my memory while it's all still crystal clear. But on second thoughts, I really shouldn't wish for such advanced technology because nothing, absolutely nothing is impossible in this world.

Maybe someday, I will be up in the skies, riding a shooting star to Tokyo. :)

You know it's a good day when.....

You're sitting in a crowded bank minutes before its closing, waiting somewhat patiently for your queue number to be called. You blast your music to entertain yourself.........And suddenly, you realise the guy beside is saying something to you.

Me: Sorry I didn't catch you. *Quickly taking off my earphones*
Him: Oh, I'm wondering what's your queue number?
Me *slightly bewildered*: *Turned the slip of paper towards him* 4-3-9.
Him: Mine's 435 and I don't need it anymore. I'm queuing for something else and need a B-ticket. *showing me 2 tickets, a A and a B* You want it?
Me: Oh okay, that's great! Thanks! *and happily took it from his hands*

Beep! A-4-3-5, A-4-3-5.

The moment I was done at the counter and turned to walk towards the exit, there he was, right where he had been, looking at me with a smile. I returned a smile and mouthed the word 'Thanks'.

Well, he made my day. :)

A day in my life.

Hi,

I'm Ginger, the black skinny loop-ear bunnie of 2 weird self-conflicting owners. Two months back, they say I'm all skin and bones and need to put on weight. Now, they rub my tummy and say I'm fat. I hate it when they do that because it tickles (Btw, that makes me feel fat which I ain't....I think.....), so I started growling at them each time they do that. Now, they say I am rude. It is getting really hard to please them, so I don't bother to do so anymore. Not like I ever did anyway, haha.

Today, the big one (I've two owners, the big one and the small one) went out for a game of soccer. So I'm left home with Glory (my cute spotted boyfriend) and the small one. Nothing much happened really, just the following:

1) Tiptoed to steal the piece of paper (on the coffee table) holding onto the LAST piece of apple. Come on, why doesn't she want to give me the LAST piece of the DELICIOUS (drools....) apple! Sob. So I had to snatch the good food for myself, right? When she found it in my mouth, she chased after me (all the way back to my house) and dug half of it out of my mouth! So rude, ain't she? She kept saying it's rotten, whatever does the word 'rotten' mean? It's an apple for goodness sake. Apple! Delicious red apple!

2) Tripped over that darn wire. Why do these two people have wires all over the place? Don't they know it's a hazard?! Anyway, it was a bad day. I tripped over the modem wire and it fell from the table, landing on a stack of bowls of plates. CLANG! And I knew I was in deep shit.

3) I was happily chewing a paper bag behind the tv console. Dark and cosy, I love this place. Then the small one had to come disturb me and chased me out of my lovely corner. She then went ouching and whooing. Apparently, she hurt her leg while squashing behind the console. Hahaha.

Well, so there! A day in my very ordinary life with my dalmatian-wannabe boyfriend and my two owners, who are also known as my food givers and on good days, I call them my angels.

Got to go now, my boyfriend is here to groom my fur (for free, hahaha).

Love,
Ginger

Laptop hates work.

Late last year, my laptop gave up on its tender life on 3 occasions. 3 times, within 2 bloody (pardon me) weeks. These 2 weeks encapsulated a couple of due dates, dates which were absolutely non-negotiable.

Blue screen of death (BSOD), as the technie world calls it. My laptop suffered from the widely feared BSOD.

To revive my laptop, I sacrificed all the precious trash I kept in my hard disk. And during the 3rd time that I reformatted my laptop again, my other half called me the 'Queen of Reformatting'. Gosh, I was thinking 'It's either my laptop detests me or it plainly hates work!'

All was rosy through summer. My laptop served me well and was perfect.

Now that we entered the 3rd week of its hectic working life, it decided to tell me that it REALLY hates to go to work.

Me: "Hey! Wake up!"
Laptop: "Nah, no way. I hate work. I'm not going to that darn office." *Rolls about in bed*
Me: "What? BSOD AGAIN?!"
Laptop: "Nah, I'm not that boring. Here's something new. Don't be lazy, go read my screen."
Me: "\system32/hal.dll is corrupted or missing. Please reinstall a copy of the above file.".................*Speechless*............................What the hell is this?

I then hurriedly turned the house upside down to find the system recovery disk, which I finally found after turning the entire room and kitchen area inside out. It was sitting in a box by the couch all the while, probably laughing at how I couldn't find it. Apparently, the disk likes to engage in some hide and seek fun. And yes, I don't fancy it anymore. Not now, anyway.

With the disk and zero instructions, it's not like I can do anything because I know nothing about first aid (Oh I mean rescue). Next up, I went googling on my other half's laptop (Thank God he fixed up his screen. About a month back, his screen looks the same, on and off.) Google, as usual, did his homework and got me heaps of links. Common problem, I reckon. But nothing seemed to help. Even Microsoft's site which specifically listed what to do if your hal.dll file is missing. Then I was real lucky and chanced upon this random link recommended in the forum.

What a trickster my laptop is! Though its the hal.dll file that is missing, that wasn't the problem for me! It was the boot.ini! (Don't worry if you don't understand a thing here, neither do I.) So the link led me to the Microsoft site which listed what to do when you are having problems with your boot.ini. All it took was some typing and bravo! My laptop started up again! Yay for me! Sobs for the laptop of course! ;p

This saved my world yesterday:
http://support.microsoft.com/default.aspx?scid=kb;en-us;330184

And so my laptop goes: "Darn. I'm alive and back at work again."

Either ways, I'm relieved. My paper is due tomorrow and well, I'm not even a quarter way through. I'm worried but at least my laptop has started up. I reckon I definitely need God's blessings to last through today. :) I need buckets of determination, truckloads of wisdom and definitely a working laptop.

Which means..

Since he is a boston terrier pup, it means I currently have

1. 4 bunnies
2. 2 guinea pigs
3. boston terrier pup and
4. a golden retriever who's waiting for us to pick her up when we return home.

I want a zoo!!!!!!! Full of bunnies, pigs and pups!!

His.

You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy

Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious. Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

I knew it!

Your Ideal Pet is a Little Dog

You're both high strung, hyper, and cute. You're one of the few people who can get away with carrying your little dog in a little bag.

What's Your Ideal Pet?

The kind of relationship I have.

Part 1

Me: Hey, I called you 4 times just now but it just couldn't get through.
AA: Huh, really........that's strange. It went staight to the voicemail?
Me: Yea, were you on the phone? It always doesn't get through if we are on the line.
AA: No, I wasn't.
Me: Hmmmm, now that's strange.
AA: Anyway, what did you want to tell me?
Me: Can't remember la, that was so long ago.
AA: Hahahahahhahahahaa.
Me: Ooi, why you laugh at me? Not my fault that I couldn't get through right?
AA: Hahahaa, you should have written it down.
Me: You think I'm very free ah?

Part 2

AA: I've something to tell you later. Remind me.
Me: Ok, give me a clue, so that I can hint you if you forget later.
AA: Ok, 'irritated with studying'.
Me: Erm, okay, person or thing?
AA: Person.
Me: Erm, okay..name starts with?
AA: The person who lent me the book.
Me: Oh, that girl. Maybe she likes you!
AA: Don't be stupid.
Me: No! You know, sweet innocent loves start from lending or borrowing a book!
AA: Hahahaha.
Me: Hmmmm, I think you should move from the com lab to the library, even more romantic.
AA: *Laughs at how silly I am* No!
Me: Okay la, get back to your revision with your girlfriend.
AA: Don't be crazy.
Me: Tata!

So I reckon my other half thinks he has a silly, stupid, crazy girlfriend (how very complimenting hmmm) hahahahaa who really should be doing her own revision now.

Ok, back to the case study. Ciao!

P.S Pardon me for the slight Singaporean-styled narration.

Personality test.

Not too long back, I took the same personality test that I had undertaken while I was in college. Of course, unlike the professional process in college, the recent one was a plain computer-generated quiz (Honestly, I'm clueless if it's accurate). Regardless, I got the exact same results. Does that mean I haven't changed very much since I was 17? Maybe. No matter how hard I try to change myself a little here and there in hope to become stronger, it seems that I'm still the same old me.

I'm highly irrational and I'm extreme. I'm either very sensitive or cold-bloodedly insensitive. I either care a hell lot, or am absolutely nonchalent and don't give a darn.

After a long break, I find myself back here: friendship issues. How childlike can I get, I think to myself. Adults are cooler than this, aren't they? Or at least they seem more adapted. I'm just childishly, foolishly upset over little disappointments. I guess these days, at my ripe quarter-of-a-century age, many just care about their relationships and don't really get their hearts broken over friends, right? Or is this a senseless unrealistic assumption? Then this will serve to be a consolation: maybe I'm not the only one. Maybe this just indicates that I'm still alive and breathing and am courageous enough to throw my heart out to people out there.

Anyway, I aspire to be a cooler grown-up, who doesn't get upset by the million specks of nonsense that goes around this warped world. That way, I get to appear to be an adult and possibly pass off as one *Winks!*.

Oh, and to have two different silly things upsetting me on consecutive days = I need alot more sugar to make myself think happy thoughts! Double Chocolate ice-cream, here I come!

Still caring too much.

I'm one of those silly donuts who care too much, and think too much about friendships and friends, some who probably don't care too much anyway. As we grow up, some friendships become priceless and mean the world, while some just slide so faraway and become naught.

I've made some new friends, some whom I've come to adore very much. This ain't a good thing sometimes because that means what they do and how they are means alot to me and actually impacts how I'm feeling.

But oh well, these don't really change true friendships. The liking still stays as peachy and radiant, it just makes one feel a tad more vulnerable and sometimes a little sad.

Alright, I'm back to being cheery now after listening to my current favourite song. You know there's this thing called the radioblog? You can have your own player with a hand-picked list of songs on the blog. If I'm not lazy, I may put it up here! Oh, but I'm lazy 24/7 yea? Hahaha.

R.I.P

Nothing can revive my dearest laptop. All I see are black screens. I thought the blue screen of death is severe, but black screen with just a blinking cursor? That's suicide.

Let's bow our heads in a moment of silence, as we moan the loss of my laptop.

Plead: I can't even reformat. The 2nd disc ain't working. HELPPPP!!!!

A stopped heart

At about 3pm this afternoon, my laptop started throwing odd tantrums. Just before you think I was being a mean donkey overworking my slave, no! I wasn't overkilling it by running all my giant monster programs at a go. In fact, it was just our usual anime marathon, period. Nothing more.

Weird blue screens kept jumping at us and it kept restarting. But nothing, NOTHING was going to stop me from watching the animes after the serious bouts of (yes, even now) migraine that I have suffered from for 3 whole days (and possibly more to come). And so, I allowed the strange symptoms to continue. Restart, blue screen, restart, and basically this process was on repeat mode. Then suddenly, it DIED.

Windows does NOT start up. The only clue was 'Windows XP could not start because the following file is missing or corrupt: \WINDOWS\SYSTEM32\CONFIG\SYSTEM'.

Honestly, I was worried but my migraine kept me from showing any forms of anxiety. In fact, I fell asleep while my other half restarted the laptop a number of times just to see if it's just a tantrum that spun out of control for a moment. But when I woke up at about 5pm, I realised it had really died, and that blue screen was a really famous nemesis called 'blue screen of death'.

With a broken heart and absolute persistence, I hung in there till 2am with my trusty companion (Not my other half, I'm talking about the migraine) and FINALLY got it fixed up without losing a single file or document! *Grins in delight!* Laptop, please don't give me another heart attack. I can't live without you! *Muack Muack!*

This is the miracle saver!! http://www.tek-tips.com/faqs.cfm?fid=5362

a perfect night here.

a perfect night here compromises of:

1. chilly night in spring
2. hot bath in lavender bath salt
3. a partner that makes you laugh by singing stupid horridly translated songs
4. 4 bunnies, one in which is your make-shift puppy (he can't woof woof though)
5. kfc family feast (10 piece chicken, 1 large mash potato, 1 large fries with chicken salt, 4 small coleslaw, 1 bottle of coke HEH)
6. sitcoms/movie/anime marathon while warmly cuddled under the quilt

some of the above can be substituted, but some...................can't.

just for tonight.

i must have gotten my fiery temper from the genes, i'm quick-tempered. oh, and short-tempered too. a stubborn arse with little patience. actually, i'm not sure if you know this, but my anger transforms into a spiral of laughter really easily too, if you only just try.

if you ever fight with me (big quarrel, fist fight, petty tiffs, stupid squabbles whatever), all you have to do is tickle me, give me a hug and whisper rosy happy things into my ear and i'll probably giggle and return you the tickles ten-fold cheerily. in a blink, all the gloom will go away and the yellow sun floats back into the skies.

i'm that simple. i really snap out of anger that easily. sometimes, in anger, i secretly have odd little wishes, like wanting you to nudge my head and laugh at how silly i am, to get angry over this, this, and that. just like a red rose acting fierce and tough with all the little thorns and pricks. is this my wall of defence? maybe. or maybe it's my way of sending you little messages. 'are you there? have you forgotten about me? hello hello?'

when i cry (so what if it's just 5 minutes? or 3?), my world collapses too, into a muddy football pitch and the thunder roars in constant thumps. i know i'm strong in mind and in soul, but sometimes, i just want you to remember that in tantrums, i'm a little girl, like every other girl in this big big world.

hoppo says 'NOW'

i haven't been blogging for awhile and dearest hoppo gave me an extremely kind reminder.

hoppo: you haven't been blogging for awhile
me: ya hehehehehhhehee
hoppo: go blog
me: k k i will
hoppo: NOW
me: hehehehehhehehehe i will blog SOON
hoppo: liar!!!

and thus, here i am, dropping a little blog entry to appease my dearest friend who has a broken back (without a mountain, or so she says). poor thing, she has been having strange ailments of all sorts lately: insomnia, a numb last finger and a broken back!

regardless, hehehhehhe she's still the spicy hot chick hahhahaa, with heaps of funny brain juice. take care yeah?

cheers.

Expect some changes.

In life, I hope to accept that change is constant, and adapt to changes more maturely.

I would like to say a little less, and learn to appreciate the silence.

I hope not to judge or criticise, I hope to see the world and its people with an open heart.

I hope to live my life to the fullest in an impromptu manner for the next 1 year. Afterthat, I will like to take an attempt at growing up.

Sometimes, some things are better left unsaid. Therefore, I will like to learn to be a little reserved, probably think before I speak, and not put a voice to every thought in my head.

I shall allocate more time to myself. I will like to think that at times, being alone can be extremely therapeutic and comforting.

I'm so rooted in this current personality mould, so I know the above wouldn't come by easily. But well, at least I'm giving them some thoughts.