| Wow, I can't believe it's been 2.5 months since I updated my Xanga. A lot of things had happened. Let's start with myself. What had happened to me, other than getting 2.5 months older? Well, actually none, haha. Hmm, lemme think harder. Oh, yeah, my computer blew up. Right, I said that already. I replaced a few more parts after that, because the parts I bought weren't really working fine. Chinese new year had come and gone, and so had my money. Haha. I started planting sunflowers. They were only seeds. "Can we fry them and eat them?" "Most definitely." I planted them. They were just seeds, tiny ones, too tiny to please the mouth. I planted them in the tiny Peter Rabbit bucket, and placed it on the window sill. A few days later. They rose from the soil, ascended above the surface, finally pushed free from the shells. They are growing rapidly, bending at the direction where the sun shines through the window.
Oh yeah, I also have a bonzai tree that look like chicken fingers (the only surviving seed among the 6).
Next to the window sets my desk which carries two fish tanks. In one of the tanks reside two turtles. They are just proven males—yes, both of them. Now their shells are 4 inches wide, or long, whichever you prefer, because their shells are not round. Ok, so they are 4 inches big, that's considered adult. "So they are legal to drink?" Compared to 1.5 years ago, they were so tiny, just as big as a 50 cent coin (go find one if you don't have one). A few days ago, I was feeding them, as I always do. As they always do. What? That night, I stood up, well, I was sitting down, before I decided to stand up and walk over to their tank. I took the bottle of food (turtle food, not fish food). They went crazy, jumping around, splashing water, anticipating for the pellets to be dropped into the tank. On the surface of water, floats a basking dock, about half a foot above the dock fixed a heat lamp which provide them heat for basking (some people call it sunbathing). So the heat lamp was hot. So the turtles were excited, splashing water. . . All of a sudden, the heat lamp explosed. Bang, it rang and reverberated in the silence of the night and in my ears. I stood there. Immobilized, trying to understand what had happened. Is it just me, or explosions just happen in my room often? After I gathered myself, I took the turtles out from the tank, picked the broken glass out, then changed the water. I was glad the turtles didn't go after the shards. And more over, I have to thank God, no one was hurt.
The second fish tank rests side by side to the turtle tank. In it, lives a solitary goldfish. This goldfish is precious. He, she, uh . . . It, yes. It has been living in my room for over 3 years (the store which I purchased it from has already been closed or relocated). It is the fish I kept the for the longest. Recently, I discovered a blister like swelling on its body. The goldfish still swims delicately, still eats. I did a research, and found that it could be something that's called dropsy (according the the description . . . whatever it is). I gave it medicine for a few days. I am not sure if it became smaller, but it is still there. I guess as long as the it isn't bothering the fish, it's fine. (Maybe).
About a foot away from the desk, on which the fish tanks sit. . . hehe.
What, am I writing a novel here?
Now about work. I have been troubled recently, about the fund-raising walkathon my company (CCHC) is coordinating. All the employees have to participate. I was supposed to recruit people from church, and ask people to sponsor me for the walk (I might not really be walking, I might be working, helping out most of the time). Then I realized my network is very narrow, my circle is small. I am like advertising it here. Please!? Hehe, just kidding. Anyway, ask me more about it if you are interested.
It's the time of the year where people are crazy about their taxes. People have been phoning us quite a lot lately asking for donation receipts. Sometimes, I was afraid that people didn't receive their receipt because of my clumsiness and negligence. A few weeks ago, a man called, and said he didn't get his receipt, and that he was very disappointed at the way we take care of things. But then the next day, we figured out that he didn't send his donation to the New York office. Phew!
Since I haven't written in a long time, I just feel like cramming everything in here at once. (It doesn't feel like this entry should end here, but yeah! Ok, blah! Thanks for reading.) |
