My computer

Today marks the revival of my laptop and the day I start taking care of it with nothing but good old wholesome love.

Computers are likes century old mysteries to me.

What is going through their minds? Well, electricity.
What is in its body? Well, all sorts of electrical components.
What is it doing? Well, doing whatever I want it to do.

Put them together.

How do I make a computer do whatever I want it to with mere electricity running through some funny electrical components?

Magic. It is like I control electricity, making it do miracles.

Like, publishing this post.

*click and voila*

My laptop is in ER now. I really hope it will be okay again but things are looking grim.

I dislike computer problems. Makes me feel helpless for not being able to do anything. Makes me feel guilty for having mistreated it. Makes me feel scared of losing all that I have inside.

With the way things are so computer oriented r I guess this chunk of electronics is more than just electronics. It passes as the solid form of memories, at least to me.ight now

Shiro Diary #4

Hunger = Shiro during dinner time.

Desperation = Shiro during dinner time.

Oh no Oh no Oh no

Oh My God!

I feel a million ants running up my skin and myself shivering down my spine with tingles of excitement, anxiety, adrenaline and impulse. This heart is beating so hard and fast that it is on the verge of rupturing itself. Bam.

I need to calm myself down. Wee woo Wee woo.

Shit. Not working.

Lately

Hi all. It has been a while since I have updated this rant-box of mine.

Remember my short hair more than a month back?

It has become the floppy boy cut ala Nick Carter in the 1990s.

The little Shiro in my arms around a month back. . .

Is now the A-Lot-More-Bigger Shiro (but still quite little) at 12 weeks old!

Oh and remember the cute sleeping poses of baby Shiro?

Bigger-Shiro's sleeping style is more crazy than cute right now.

Work starts from 7 a.m. for me everyday. I have to leave by 6.30 a.m. since workplace is about 20 minutes away by car which in turn means I have to wake up the latest by 5.45 a.m. since I have my whole morning routine to complete (facewash --> dress-up --> make-up --> cereal --> GO!)

Work ends at 11 a.m. at workplace number 1. Then I will have to take a 1-hour long journey to the city for Workplace number 2. Lunch is usually an express home-made sandwich (e.g. sandwich with banana+honey, avocado+honey, can of tuna, slice of cheese, nutella).

Usually the journey involves trains, trams and several drops of rain given the windy and wet weather of later. Work at ends at 4.30 p.m. and another 40 minutes spent in the train getting back to Clayton. If luck is not on my side, I will be stuck in a train during the peak hours and that means - standing and not being tall enough to hang on to a handle bar, sardine-packed and suffocated.

It all ends in a sigh of relief as I indulge in preparing dinner for everyone at 6 p.m. and a hot shower at 8.30 p.m. (in between there will be lots of praising/disciplining/screaming at Shiro).

It is always fun to think of what to cook and how to cook them. The funnest part is seeing the outcome though!

By the time I am done with showering it is usually 9 p.m. Exhaustion will seep in slowly as my eyes give way to mighty gravity.

Unhappening? I beg to differ.

Remember the barriers we put up to prevent Shiro from roaming the house and being a destroyer? Well, guess who has been practicing his jumps?

After doing experiments to ascertain, guess who has to buy a new crate for Shiro?

The time of your life

Have you ever woken up one fine day to realise that there are things which you really ought to do before it is too late?

How many times have we said 'no' just because of:

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- time issues, when we spend countless Sundays just lounging around in our pyjama till evening.

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- money issues, when we spend conciously/subconciously/unconciously on another handbag of the same colour or in the same restaurant for the same dish.

- effort/commitment issues, when we spend endless energy in unneeded dramas or conflicts in our everyday life.

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In a nutshell, when you think about it:

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We don't really have so much to do that we 'have no time to learn the piano'.

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We don't really need that much money to 'plan that holiday to Bali'.

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We don't really face so much stress that we 'don't have the mood to meet friends'.

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After all, you are reading my blog now haha.

What are the things which you have delayed or procrastinated over in life just because you think you have all the time in the world ahead of you to do so? For me:

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The trip to Japan to watch Glay in concert.

To learn the piano.

To learn to bake.

A short vacation with friends.

To return Sandakan for a reunion with high school friends.

Getting my bikini body (sigh) ready for the beach in summer.

Trying out trout-fishing.

Starting my own business.

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Now think about it. Do we really have all the time in the world ahead of us?

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Maybe we are young, we never really think that tomorrow might be the end of us. After all, lives are not meant to be lost at our age and time seems to go on forever when we are caught up in the rat-race, that is the society.

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So much so that we forget about the 'what-if's in life. What if:

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At age 65, we remembered our 22 year-old self's resolution to learn surfing?

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At age 55, we remembered the family we imagined ourselves to start with a special someone from the past during the summer at age 23?

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At age 45, we remembered the resolution to backpack around Europe we made college friends at age 21?

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At age 35, we realised our dream to be a bridesmaid/best man to our best friend has yet to happen?

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At age 22, will you still be letting any of your excuses stop you from doing all that you have in your mind?

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There is so much that I want to do. Right here right now.

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In reality, I might not be able to do all of them now. But - surely there is also a lot that I am able to do.

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Recent events have made me realise that - hey, life is too short to be procrastinated over and hola, it is never too late to starting doing things. One of the events is the movie UP, which was really heart warming and inspirational to a certain extent.

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I want to be doing more in life.

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For 22 years of my life, I have been wanting but not getting a puppy. Why?

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'My Mum doesn't life dogs.' 'My sister is afraid of dogs.' 'Our house is too small for a dog.' 'Our rented property does not allow dogs.' 'Having a dog can be time consuming and expensive.' 'I don't know how to take care of dogs.'

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And then I got Shiro.

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I still remember the very night I got Shiro, I thought to myself while staring at the ceiling before sleep - 'Will I be able to take care of him?' 'What if he grows up to be a bad dog?' 'I can't handle him on my own!'

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And now, I have never been happier. To see him grow, learn, love and ultimately, be a part of my life.

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Sure it is an added monetary expense and he takes up some of my time. But nothing compares to the experience I am having now with this white fluffy bundle of joy - including the happy times, sad times, angry times and funny times.

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I have been indulging in baking and cake decorating. I love being creative and sweet food. I baked cute cupcakes for the first time last Friday. The night before, I baked the cupcakes and stored them in an airtight container.

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The following night, while housemates and boyfriend were out rock climbing, I was flexing some arm muscles as well by kneading, rolling, colouring and decorating icing for my cupcakes. And Ta-da, my Ngeu Ngeu and Shiro cupcakes were born!

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This is Ngeu Ngeu with her grey spots and droopy ears.

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This is Shiro and yes I know, it looks a bit like a cat.

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Shiro and Ngeu Ngeu on the table.

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Even Shiro was interested in the Shiro cupcake.

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It made me very happy. I thought it was 4 hours, 400% of arm muscles well utilized.

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Ooooh, and what else have I been doing?

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Over the weekend I have been planning a trip to Tokyo :-D

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Erm, it is not like I am going any time soon but this elaborate itinerary which includes transports to take and hotel selections will serve as an immediate prompt for action as soon as tickets to Japan are on sale or Glay announces another tour!

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For now, this is still a tip-top-secret but once I am able to go and test out my plan, I'll let you in on the plan so that everyone can go as well! I have been having dreams of being in Tokyo with friends at night already. Sakura. . . . .

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So what do you really really want to do today?

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I'm going to the gym now, building my bikini body haha.

Excellent tenant

Psst. This is my 400th blog post.

The state of my room + My mum = Homicide case

My room was driving me nuts. How did it end up being so messed up?

Let's see, a few day or procrastination, a few clothes yet to be ironed, a few pieces of fresh laundry yet to be folded, a few letters rotting on the desk, a few sets of wires from who-knows-where, a few used Metcards, a few too many hair clips and a few specks of dust *poof*

The moral of this story is: Never wait until the last minute when bad becomes worse.

Actually the moral of the story hit me only when our real estate agent suddenly requested for an inspection (a prospective buyer wanted to view the house) and I had no choice but to say yes and publicise my messy room to a group of strangers. Luckily the strangers they don't know whose room is which!

'. . . currently tenanted by excellent tenants. . . ' read the big marketing billboard outside my house. Gosh, talk about living up to sky-high expectations.

Last night, Miss Lo cleaned and tidied up her whole room. It is now all neat and comfy. I feel happy and satisfied after that.

Excellent tenant. Talk about pressure to perform. Having those words printed in front of my house is like having dear Mum right here with her Hawk's Eye.

I miss ding experiments

I love cooking, especially baking. This is because they are like mini experiments. I present to you here Project Raspberry Apple Muesli Muffins.

You prepare every little component- the cutting, slicing, mashing, crumbling.

You use little instruments to ensure accuracy, from the small trusty weighing scale to the big PMS-y oven.

Then come the tiny pots of carefully measured ingredients - sitting there all colourful and waiting to be delicious. White powder in the form of flour and not calcium (Ca) powder. Chunks of red in the form of raspberries and not magnified red blood cells. Small white cubes in the form of sugar and not Drosophila melanogaster (fruit fly) babies :-D

Just like in an experiment, you have your star ingredients which will make or break your final results! In this case, they are raspberries, apples and muesli! Project Healthy Muffin :-)

The fun part is always the process of mixing, heating, blending, whisking, beating, kneading.

For every experiment, especially in biology, there is a yucky part like dissecting a rat, picking fainted Drosophilas and blending an animal liver. For me, the yucky part of today was pouring in the milk. Yuck, hate milk.

Then you stir and stir and stir and stir. This is usually the time you talk and talk or complain and complain to your lab partners about the lab sessions, the lab demo, the weather, the big life issues, the period cramps and the bad cafeteria food. How I miss.

Finally the star ingredients are added in. This is the most crucial time when you are silent and serious and every one of your lab partners are holding their breaths. At the same time, it also means time to go home soon, which is always good.

Towards the finale, everyone would have heaved a sigh and be feeling pretty good about themselves - regardless of the final result - cause that is something to be worried about later during the report-writing stage.

I like waiting times during experiments. The mere seconds for centrifugations. The very minutes for enzyme reaction. The good hours for chromatography. The long days for bacterial growth. Mostly, the minutes passing by as your hard work bakes up with a tummy-rumbling aroma~

What is better than an experiment? Good results. Like these nicely-browned muffins. Bites after bites of juicy berries and zesty apple cubes.

Mm hmm, a successful experiment on a Sunday afternoon. I admired this like how I used to admire the beautiful blue of a certain chemical element (oh gosh how bad does this sound?).

And it seemed like my lab partner for this experiment was yet again, asleep near my feet:-D

I miss the laboratory days in science. The white coats and lab manuals and head scratching. I miss pippetting and nutrient agars.

Anyone wants a lab assistant for a day?

*The muffins ended up not sweet enough so I slapped some creme de luche on each of them - Results fabrication?

A slow sunday for me

Last Sunday I finally had the chance for some me-time. A time especially for me to do whatever I want to. So I decided to bake a cake to surprise Ray. It was hardly a surprise really, as he saw me buy the ingredients and caught me still mixing the frosting when he came back from church (The online recipe stated preparation time as 45 minutes, total fraud - I spent 2 hours+)

Shiro came home to keep me company (and busy by going pee-crazy) while I baked my cake.

It was like having a mini heater, a furry animated one. While we waited for the cake to bake, I took a few pictures with Shiro using the camera timer and only one turned out decent.

I tried my hand for the first time at cake decorating and discovered a burning interest (gonna be a passion in 3 minutes time haha) in this field. It was so much fun! I have always loved cooking so what more, cooking-beautifying? This is my first invention of art ahem.

Lemon cake with frosting.

A chocolate chip heart filled with custard.

Fill the heart with red raspberries!

What did I name this cake? 'Bleeding Love'.

Why?

See T.T The custard was too fluid/ too thick to hold the raspberries in place T.T Proving more is not always better T.T

So I scraped this as a surprise for Ray. More like a shock. But everyone said the combination of taste (lemon+custard+raspberries) rocked.

In an attempt to make Shiro more accustomed to other dogs and start behaving more like a dog, we asked Daniel to bring his Ngeu Ngeu over. Ngeu Ngeu (Cow Cow in cantonese) is named likewise due to the patches of black on her resembling a cow. And true to her name, according to Daniel, she is strong like a cow. Woo.

No more being laughed at for being timid or attacking like a cat (Shiro lifts his left paw whenever he feels scared of an approaching animal, you say cat or not?!), or MEOW-ed at, Shiro!

Below is the chain of events that happened when Shiro woke up from his nap to see Ngeu Ngeu in front of him.

Oh, meow.

I think Shiro really looks like a cat sometimes. . .

We have been so busy ever since Shiro came with his amazing pee-poos and cuteness, of course, that we have not taken a proper picture with Shiro before. So we decided to loads starting from then on.

1st try:

Me (while maintaining smile): He's licking my teeth.... He's licking my teeth.... Iyaaaaaa!!

2nd Try:

Me: Shiro up here...up here...

Ray: Shiro look camera, camera!

3rd Try:

Ray: Don't worry, I'll make him look at the camera this time, I promise it will be a good shot!

Good try =.="

Sorry to disappoint if it seemed like a boring day to you. I guess my life is just not so exciting. Obasan here likes queit me-time *cough cough*.

To interrupt the lazy slow flow of this post here, let me show you this picture! With Ray's brown jacket and my short hair I feel so boy here. Ooh la la, I love looking boyish - it makes me wanna sing :-)

Shiro Diary #4

Shiro is really attached to people. He gets along better with people than with dogs. Maybe it is because we took him in while he was still very young and he never really had the chance to interact with other puppies/dogs.

This is one interesting video. Everytime as soon as he hears Ray's car driving into the driveway, his ears will perch up and within a second, he will be dancing on his two hindlegs - looking and looking until Ray appears.

I wonder if he will do the same to me :-(