Rat catching MikO

was nearly dawn, woke up by a funny sound.

"chip...chip..chip..."

I looked at my watch, its 6 am. The other side of my bed is empty, thats strange. Miko always sleep together with me. I recalled her strange behavior last night, usually by midnight, she will lying close to my legs waiting to go to sleep. But last night she was furiously running from one side of the conner of the house to the other side. Sniffing and scratching, as though she is searching for something.

The strange sound continues....

I walked silently to the living room. Although it was pitch black, but I can still saw Miko and Qui Qui sitting in the middle of the room looking intensely at the direction of the pillows on the floor. I try to called her to come back to the room with me, but she ignored me totally. Then, she look at me, intensely.... i swear if there is such thing as the eye language existed, she would use the movement of eyeballs to tell me to remove the pillow on the floor. Well, you know what happened next, curiosity kills the 'Rat' .Once the pillowed was removed, i saw a black furry creature moving underneath.

From that moment on, everything happens in a split second. I jumped behind, Miko jumped infront to catch the creature, i hold Miko back to prevent her to do so, then i throw the pillow back to the rat. i wake up the whole family, the brave mom remove the pillow and discovered the rat was dead. i look at the dead rat horrifyingly while shivers ran through my spine. The brave mom took plastic bag to dispose the corpse. Everyone back to sleep.

*phew*

But, one thing i learned, there is no such thing as mickey mouse or Ratatouille in the reality. And yes, DOG knows how to catch RAT also.



*RAWwwww.....* I am a RAT catching DOGGIE!

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delete reply chinko wrote on Oct 14, '07 wow...since when u have a dog?and since when u r good with dogs?hehe

delete reply susanjade2 wrote on Oct 17, '07 This dog is really yours?! - or did have in the past? Have had dogs previously...tho not so 'cuddly' as this one. Miko looks so small. The ones my family had were German Shepherds/Alsatians - police type dogs = used for security. We lived in a tough place! If the dog's currently yours...where do you have time to feed, clean, walk the dog?

looking up to God

There is a beautiful passage in Mitch Albom's latest book "for one more day", just wanna share the excerpt here.

This is the conversation between a ghost mother and a child.

"for three years after i married your father,i wished for a child. In those days , three years to get pregnant, that was a long time. People thought there was something wrong with me, so did i."
"there was late one night when i couldnt sleep." she rubbed her hand over the bark as if unearthing an old treasure. "Ah, still there."
i leaned in. The word "please" had been carved into the side.
"what is it?"
"A prayer....for a child"
"For me?"
She nodded.
"On a tree?"
" Trees spending all days looking up to God."

How many times i look up to God when i am in desperate need? My practicality always makes me look upon myself even at times when i'm drowning. The hands that were meant to lift up to the sky were struggled to resist the momentum of waves themselves.

It was my practicality that blocks me from looking up to God.

And it was my practicality that hinders me from seeing the things that happens beyond practical.

I am practical, therefore i am not a tree.
But how i wish i can looking up to God all times.

Mr Traveler ( An extra post from the Scotland trip)

This is a post which is solely consist of my imagination and the monologues i have in my mind when i saw this perfect stranger in this foreign land. I shall call him Mr Traveler.

I think i do have guitarist-fetish, i realized that my eyes always drawn to some lads wearing torn jean carrying a guitar walking on the street. The same magic worked on me that night the first instant i saw Mr traveler.

Mr traveler was sitting beside my double decker bedsit when i first check-in into the dorm. It was quite weird that a young man like him seems to have no place to go on Thursday night in a city like edinburgh. Lying on his bed, he was playing guitar leasurely, ignoring the blasting music and tempting neon light from the bars just beside the hostel. He was fully absorbed in his own world, not even realizing there were some chinese girls move into the bedsits beside his, or he just dont give a damn to the presence of any human being in the room.

"which country he came from? Why was he alone? what song was he playing?"

curiosity continue to flood me.

So here i am, sitting on my bed, wearing my comfortable pyjamas, stealing a look at Mr traveler who busied dwelling in his own dimension. The dim light shone on his back, even his shadows smell of loneliness.

I guess this the life of a traveler. No destination, no friends, no fancy clothes.... just a loner and a guitar. Arriving alone in some smelly dirty city on the far side of the planet where no one speaks anything even resembling your language, with no hotel reservation, no idea when will the next shower be.... It may sounded pitiful from that kind of perspective. However, maybe this is just the life they desired for, no string attached, no commitment, no relationship, no 8am to 5pm job a day... just the sky above and the solid ground underneath as their home.

Somehow he reminds me of Ray Lamontagne, singing 'trouble' under the street light.

Mr Traveler was already slept soundly the next day when me and the girls came back from late night Jazz bar. Again, me and Mr Traveler sleep in the same room with no hello, by the way my name is susan. I guess now you know the ending of the story of the traveler. (Anyway, if you still dont know what this story is all about, let me remind you this is a boring story of strangers in a foreign city which their life will never intersect with each other). Alas, I didnt worked up the nerve to approach him. I guess it takes two of a kind to get things sparkle. Deep inside, I knew I wouldn't be the one to approach a complete stranger. i am no traveler material, i am just a typical girl loves nice holiday and vacation but never loneliness.