I ALMOST WENT BERSERK THINKING THAT MY BLOG WAS GONE FOR GOOD. 

Heh.  THAT was how I expected myself to react when I thought my account was being compromised yesterday because I was unable to access both my site and my ftp account for most part of the day. 

Surprisingly however, I was very collected. In fact, I didn’t even feel upset at the prospect of losing this blog.  I tossed with a few options in my mind then:

• Get my account restored (if possible)
• Start a new blog (er, take time maybe not)
• Stop blogging (easiest)

I am not as emotionally attached to my blog as I thought I am.  Which is good. I’m glad I’m truly able to treat my blog purely for creative purposes and understand that even if it’s lost for good, I’ll still be fine.  

Anyway, my momentarily concern was allayed when my host provider came back to inform me that the file server that hosts my data had a hardware failure and was being fixed.   Of course I was glad to hear that but there has since been more bad news.

The filer is back online after having lost both of it’s spare disks. At this point all of the shelves, cables, and associated hardware has been replaced and yet this filer is still killing disks. We’re doing everything we can to avoid data loss but backing up your email and site data is strongly encouraged. There will be more information to follow as it becomes available.

This is really great.  This is what I call SUPER OUTAGE-ous!

We were able to enjoy a leisure breakfast and even read the newspapers in peace with the boy around this morning.  All thanks to these toothpicks which kept him entertained for quite a long while. 

Note to self: patronise only eating places which provide lotsa toothpicks when we bring him out for meals in future. 

On an oppressively hot Thursday afternoon, I sent a SMS text message to my man suggesting that we go for a bite when we meet later. He replied promptly and eagerly with an “Okie okie!”

But when we arrived at our favourite place, he only ordered one plate of fried hokkien mee. Needless to say, it must be his bzzz bzzz bzzz acting up again. I was sorely disappointed because sharing wasn’t on my mind. I had wanted to polish off a full plate by myself!

ME: One plate for two of us? Not enough lah…

HE: You can have it all.

ME: Is it? Later don’t eat my share k!

HE: I won’t. Later I’m going to exercise. I don’t want to throw up.

ME: Ah? Then why you sounded so excited when I suggested we come out to grab a bite?

HE: Aiyah…even though I don’t eat, I still like to accompany you. After all, this can also be considered our private time right? When we’re at home, it’s always you at the PC and I at mine. Where do we have time like this exclusively with one another?

I tucked into my fried mee, secretly smiling and feeling most happy. The noodle seemed extra tasty and the afternoon didn’t feel so hot suddenly.

We’ve been fuelling Gavin’s craze over the movie CARS and Doraemon by buying up all sorts of merchandises related to the two.  I even went round various department store one afternoon just hunting for McQueen, the lead character of CARS.

In fact, everytime we see something related to the two, both of us get SO excited.  Toys, stickers, books, VCDs, games, watch, t-shirts, what have you. Looks like we the parents are the fanatics.  Not Gavin.  Apart from asking me to buy McQueen, he hasn’t pestered us to get him any of the other stuff.  We got them on our own accord  because we’re certain he’ll like them. 

I know we’ve been over-indulgent but we really enjoy getting a kick out of seeing his happy face whenever he receives the items.  The twinkle in his eyes and the joy on his face are priceless.  Plus, we justify our act on the basis that we didn’t have to break the bank for those small purchases.

So Gavin has been keeping himself busy with cars and the robotic cat.  One good thing that came out of this craze is that he has learnt to use the mouse quite well as a result of playing some related online games.   He even picked up the word “cute” after watching some Doraemon movies.  When asked if he was ugly, handsome or cute, he said:  “I not ugly.  Not handsome.  I so cute.” 

Hurhur.  He doesn’t know that cute can also mean adorable but ugly.