Looking back, this blog has been running for a decade now.
Started on a whim, somehow it has turned into a documentary of the different stages in my life, from the time I was a backpacking swinging single to dating and marriage. Then the stories on little animals began with my first pets - PipSqueak and BigSqueak, and progressed to bigger furkids, Blackie and Whitty. In between, I also had the TwinSqueaks (Ninja and Friendly). Potato the hamster and the rabbits are still with us.
As my readership grew, ads appeared, but I regret to admit that I earned little beyond a trickle of dollars and cents.
I think people generally prefer the animal stories to the articles expounding my political, social and religious views, but this blog saw me indulging in airing my opinions anyway.
If this entry sounds like an epilogue of sorts, well, I guess that is essentially my intention.
Dear friends, our household has a new addition.
It has been a frenetically busy time as V and I adjust to our new roles as parents to a human baby. She is wonderfully adorable, but I am left with much less time to ponder and write. It does seem like the entries in this blog are not going to be as regular in future.
This seems an appropriate time to conclude this blog rather than to let the entries dwindle disappointingly. Thank you very much for all your support. I am honored that so many of you like my homely, simple tales enough to follow this blog.
Who knows, when we get our act together, a new blog would begin with this new chapter in our lives.
Maybe to my dear readers, busy with all the activities you have every day, this sounds delightful. But the truth is, I was bored to tears waiting for the hours to pass each day, and waiting for the days to turn into weeks. It was difficult to sit up even to use the computer or watch TV, so if not for my Kindle, I wouldn't have known how to while the time away.
Poor V had taken over all the work for the rabbits, and they reciprocated by peeing into their hay box ALL THE TIME! I think they miss me :(
Well, somehow, the weeks have become months, and now this enforced inactivity would soon turn into a whole lot of bustling and excitement. Someone told me that though the hours of bed rest pass slowly, the weeks fly past. Seems to be true.
Poor Blackie :( He always grooms Whitty with assiduous care, but the naughty girl seldom reciprocates.
For those of you who don't understand rabbit language, let me explain what is happening in the picture:
Blackie is requesting for some grooming by lowering his head. In case Whitty doesn't get the message, he nudges her to get her to respond. Too bad, Whitty ignores him completely, because she knows I'm getting their vegetables ready. Nothing comes between Whitty and her breakfast, not even love. Come on Whitty, be nice! You are such a spoilt thing.
After coughing up a tidy sum to get the BusyBunny cottage for the rabbits, I'm now wondering if I regret being so indulgent. The rabbits love their new hideout. In fact, they are so happy with it that they refuse to come out and play with me! See? Now I have to stretch my hand in to pet Blackie :(
Whitty is wondering if there are treats. Nope, there isn't, so she will not come out.
Isn't this why you bought this for us? Now go and prepare some vegetables for rabbit King and Queen.
The swift, devastating retribution that engulfed Anton Casey and the Bad Honda Driver (BHD) isn't justice.What I observe is merciless harassment by a lynch mob, by people who are not even personally injured by the deeds of the two unfortunate culprits.
While Casey and BHD might have behaved disgracefully, the responses that took place in cyberspace were nothing short of a public lynching. And did they deserve to be treated like that? Were they pedophiles, serial rapists or mass murderers? They were simply ordinary citizens who have been guilty of some incivility, that's all. Sure, they should have been chastised. But it is terrifying to see how punishment was poured out without measure, not just unto them, but upon their family members and loved ones. It is as if their acts of transgression somehow unleashed pent-up fury of origins which are surely different from the igniting spark. In short, they have become excuses for a raging mob to inflict pain mindlessly, without restraint, and probably for their own spiteful enjoyment.
I think we will regret the day we allow Internet vigilantes to judge, sentence and execute in the name of free speech and justice.
This proud mummy pet owner shall insist that she has the smartest hamster around.
Potato is really extraordinarily responsive. Unlike the TwinSqueaks, who remain oblivious no matter what happens around them, Potato pokes his head out as soon as he hears human voices. If you continue to talk to him, he soon comes out to look at you. He would even stand up like a mini polar bear.
Then, if you give him a treat and rattle the bars of his cage gently, he might climb out of it, right into your hand. Isn't this so sweet and trusting?
One day, Mummy came home and announced: from then on, we will only speak Mandarin at home (and English, of course). No longer will we speak Teochew, the language of our dialect group. Up to that time, Teochew was the only language I knew, so imagine my trepidation upon receiving this news. What was I going to use then?
Still, being only 4 year old, adapting to the new languages was quite an effortless process for me. Without remembering how it happened, Mandarin and English completely replaced Teochew in my thoughts and expression. I hardly understood the dialect now.
If only it were as easy for the older generations.
A few days ago, V and I had breakfast at a coffee shop, sharing a table with an old man. He spoke only Teochew, and when V was able to respond in his dialect, his delight was palpable. Though there was so little in common to talk about, he couldn't stop chattering. He told us he was 9 when the Japanese occupation took place, and his former job as a noodle seller. How lonely it must be to wander around a city where few speak your language, even though it is your home.
Am very glad that this Chinese New Year, there are gifts prepared for this pioneer generation, who have lost so much as our country progressed, from the primitive village to today's metropolitan city.
For days, we had noticed serious signs of rabbit attack upon the treats on top of their cage. Someone has been rampaging through all the stores, gnawing and chewing its way to delicious tidbits. The bandit even ripped open the bag of pellets! We had transfer all the remaining pellets to another container, and who knows how much the greedy rabbit had gobbled down before we noticed?
Whitty - caught in the act and trying to look innocent. Of course we should have known it is her! Blackie is too clumsy to do this.
You know, rabbits are never sorry for the naughty things they do. They just run off, like this white blurry furball now.