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the power of water ;) I'm having a major computer problem. Due to old age (and probably an abusive owner), my laptop suddenly didn't want to work anymore. Turns out, the laptop itself is still fine, but the cable that supplies the electricity and the port that receives it don't see eye to eye anymore. In order to use it as I am using it now, the power connection is pushed to the side with my water bottle.  Even with external help, the power gets cut off accidentally - for instance if I hit the "delete" key a bit more enthusiastically than I should, or if I'm trying to use the USB port which is situated a bit too close for comfort. The worst part of it all? I have to use it on the floor, which is not very comfortable.  So, until I find a solution to this problem, I might as well announce that I may not be around here for awhile (although I'll have to try to sneak in typing stuff elsewhere and just posting it up here)

SPOILER ALERT: If you've never bungee jumped before, but have intentions of doing so, I'd advise against reading this post because it may spoil the whole experience for you. Don't get me wrong - it's one of the best things I ever did, but reading this post may spoil the element of surprise. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You're seated on the platform, while a man, sort of youngish, binds your ankles together. His attempts at small talk is greeted with distracted replies as your heart starts beating wildly upon hearing the screams of the people who jumped from the other platform just beside you not two seconds ago. You realise at this point that there is no turning back and just hope that you don't smash your face against a rock or any of the bridge's imposing beams. Of course you could just calmly walk away from it all and have regrets for the rest of your life as you acc...

If I had the time to make a "To Do" list, I can bet it would be 2 miles long. Everything is shrouded in a mist, And to be honest, I'd rather write a song. Scattered on "Post its" on the desktop, In font size eight. You could jump, skip and hop, The burden will still be of the same weight. Maybe it's time to make a list again, And happily cross out each line. Then perhaps I could board a train, And everything will be fine!

It was late afternoon on the 8th of March 1980 and a woman in labour was wheeled into an empty waiting room for no apparent reason. A few minutes later, a little baby girl was born in that empty waiting room while her family was anxiously waiting for them elsewhere. That baby was me. While all this drama was in progress, somewhere out there on a radio playing in someone's house, or in a car, or even a restaurant, one of the many radio stations would have been playing the song "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" Many years later...  So, I finally hit thirty two. I kinda think this needs some getting used to. Thirty was something I looked forward to, thirty one was fine as well, because it meant I had already firmly set foot into my thirties, but thirty two seems pretty mundane. It's like turning twenty two after the anticipation of turning twenty one is over (And yes, in case you're wondering, being twenty two was one of the dullest things I ever ha...

Jaya J of Pickles n' Tickles has recently awarded this old blog with a Kreativ Blogger award. A great big thanks to her :) It's been awhile since I've seen awards flying around the blogosphere like they are now, so this is really good news, I reckon. Maybe blogging is NOT dying a slow death as I thought it was just slightly over a year ago. However, being given an award comes with some really serious responsibilities, one of them being volunteering random information about yourself - 10 to be precise. Secondly, like all good things, they need to be passed around to 6 others.  The 10 Random Facts 1.  Memory Charms: My memory works in the weirdest way ever. I remember most people's birthdays, I remember bits and pieces of conversations, what they wore the last time I saw them, and some other rather unnerving things which no one else pays attention to which makes me look like a big time stalker. I also used to remember telephone numbers until I got...