30th August 2009.


Today we brought Honey to the vet.

















When we carried the bird into the clinic, I saw the vet's pets, a dog and a cat. The dog doesn't bark like crazy anymore when it sees us, 'cause we're practically regulars. In fact, I've made friends with them. <3

So Mum carried the yellow birdcage in the checkup area, and Dr Li (that's the vet) carried the dog away, 'cause it was making a lot of noise. So it was just us and that cat.

Things went fine until the cat saw Honey.

First the cat walked into the checkup area, closely followed by me. It looked up on the cold metal table and saw Honey.

It bunched up its leg muscles, ready to spring. And I knew Honey was in trouble.

"Mum." I said. "Mum. Mum!"

Too late. The cat had already jumped.

I said, "No!"

Both Mum and Dr Li turned. Mum screamed as Dr Li took the cat off the table and apologized. Then she carried the cat away.

Then Mum shouted at me.

"Why didn't you take the cat off the table?!"

"Hey!" I said. " I called you but you didn't take any notice!"

"And how did you call me?" my mum asked witheringly."Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!"

We were still quarrelling when Dr Li came back in. She laughed and said sorry again and we all calmed down.

After checkup was finished we took Honey home. My dad took Honey out of the car and set him on the parking lot balcony(we live in a condominium that overlooks a farm so it's quite a nice view) then started whistling to him.

Honey chirped then made one of those awful raspy noises he makes when he wants attention.

Then we heard a magpie sing from one of the tall farm plants. As if it was a command, more magpie birdsong began to rise out from the trees.

Then a wild magpie flew out of the tree. One,two,three, four, then more followed. Some of them flew right inside the parking lot and started to sing. Soon the car park was filled with a cacophony of birdsong.

All of us could only stand and stare in wonder.

When Honey didn't make anymore raspy noise(or any other noise, for that matter) the wild birds flew off. Dad tried to bring them back by imitating the raspy noise, but it was horrible and all the magpies ran off in the other direction.

Well.

This is a very long post. I guess I'll have to say goodbye.

30th August 2009. I think.



I've just come home from my cousin Callie's house yesterday from a sleepover. I could have stayed until today, but then I had tuition.



Today's Callie's birthday. Too bad I can't be there to celebrate with her. But at least I can still say happy birthday.



It's almost the end of school holiday. I'm glad, because now I don't have to go to my dad's shop, which just has to be the World's Most Boring Place on Earth(don't tell my dad I wrote this) every morning, and do my LIFEPACs.


Anyway, here are the photos I took at Callie's.
















Callie the birthday girl. :)

Ok, photo. Since this is the only photo I could upload.

I'll have to write next time. I'm right now also logging onto the online Cartoon Network games. Going to play Camp Lazlo (if I can).

Bye.

Saturday, 15 August, 2009.

Nothing much to write AGAIN. Then why am I writing in? For fun and just to fill up this freakin' blog. :( Though actually I like it.

I removed the M-rated warning that everyone encounters when they want to read CornerSpot because (to me) it's scaring everyone away. Even Pastor Jackie my once-was teacher was slightly hesitant when she saw the warning. And Mishie my friend over Pet Society commented on it.

I actually didn't mean to write this late. It's 7:39 pm now, and I'm still logged on to the comp. So what though. I got stuck on the computer on last Saturday for more than 5 whole hours. Get past two on a normal boring day and my eyes hurt like hell and for bonus I get a monster headache. God's miracle I got past 5.

Quick stop here. There is a proverb that I found in the book Nineteen Minutes ( not hours) that I would like to put here.

Before you go on the journey of revenge, start by digging two graves, one for your enemy, one for yourself. - Chinese Proverb

This is pretty good advice for those who want to get revenge for something. Like me, for example. That absent-minded cousin of mine from my dad's side went and killed my pet mynah called- of all names- Mynah. I had bawled my head off and plotted revenge for the whole day afterwards. I actually still do think about revenge although that eventful day was on last January, a year before. Sher-Mayne says I have to let things go.

I wish it was as easy as that. And I wonder why the Lord made man's brains to be like steel traps-remembering all the bad stuff that ever happened to them.

Or maybe that only happened when the devil interfered.

Well. *sighs*

I might have a bit more to say, like apologizing for the absence of pics lately (the comp's fault, not mine) but Mum's been nagging at me to get off the comp and everything so I'd think I'd better. I'll talk tomorrow, when I have the time. <3 size="4">

Hi. Many things happened the last 2 weeks, but I'll tell the most amazing(NOT) one.

Two Saturdays ago, as I was preparing to bathe, I heard a cry and a lot of fluttering. I quickly stuck my head out of the private room(or so my parents call it) door and looked outside.

Mum was sitting on the living room floor, looking at the balcony. Dad was outside on the balcony. He was looking down on the ground(we live in a condominium) and whistling.

Hastily I checked the magpie cage. I checked that particular cage because I knew Mom always let Honey the magpie out to feed him with some protein-rich foods(in this case raw pork), because he wasn't faring very well.

The bird cage was empty.

"Where's Honey?" I demanded to know. "Where is he?"

"He flew out of the balcony." my mum said. "He escaped."

"Why didn't you shut the balcony door?"

"He was sick!" my dad said, coming into the living room. "We didn't expect him to run off like that!"

So Mum went down to look for Honey,and I went to shower. I was upset, but I wasn't surprised. Even though Honey was just a juvenile, he should not be underestimated. All magpies shouldn't.

The next day when I woke up, I saw their hopeless faces, and I immediately checked the birdcage. It was still empty.

I knew it, I thought.

"So." I said. "Honey escaped."

"We searched everywhere." they said.

So we went out for the day. Dad got cross because we were supposed to meet Grandma today, and I was wasting time.

Well...so the day went by. We got home. I had to unlock and padlock the gate, for punishment for being so slow earlier.

Then when I was locking the gate, I hurt myself.

"OW!"

I heard a scream from the balcony. Then Mom came running to me with news.

"Honey's back!"

Till this day I still wonder, what made Honey choose us instead of freedom in the skies. Here was this big chance, to live like a true bird, instead of some horrid human toy, to soar in the great skies and die wild. But he forsook this Big Chance, and came flying back to us.

This is one big mystery that I will ponder all my life. That Honey choose us, instead of freedom.