I've been taking care of my cute baby chicken QiuQiu for 43 days, with the firm belief that he would enjoy happy longevity because I believe he is the most spoiled chicken in the world. But I lost him last night...

     I watched him helpless. I tried to force some food into his mouth, but he threw up all of it in the end. And it never occurred to me this act aggravated his illness. I don't know what was wrong him! How I wish I knew! He was up and about happily the day before yesterday, jostling for data cake, jumping on my feet to get more attention, running like crazy when I was sweeping the floor, rebelling against me by his stubborn habit of sitting on my laptop. 

     Last night, I watched him die... Every minute of it... so painful for me too... It's like falling in an unfathomable abyss... In the evening I tossed about in my bed, tears flooding out...  

      Whenever I called his name, he would drop everything he was doing and run straight towards me,  with little feet bouncing on the floor which tapped out beautiful rhythms of music. Sometimes, I compared him to a big truck while he was running clumsily on the floor, jokingly complained about his overweight and all.

      He's the most unforgettable pet that I've ever had.

Some of his pictures: 

    Do I love being uncertain with no irritation reaching for truth?

    It's not that I do not love truth. I ADORE it. But I do always feel that truth is too fleeting to get at. Whatever I'm voting for, I feel that there always seems to be another side of the story.

     Ironically, sometimes I hate hesitating to make decisions, I'd love to be decisively certain with my own line of love and hate. Yet still I feel myself hovering over this line all the while.

    This afternoon, it dawned upon me that I had trashed a lot of my memorable experience by being oblivious of it.

    Loneliness has been looming over me with uncertain flickering horror. I am so used to being withdrawn from the world. I always kept some distance from any social contact by just being an observer and a receiver, and I feel a little bit tired of this.

Well, how do I define blog writing?

Wow!

In sharing

Each fleeting moment

Every epiphany

All my lingering sensation

Whatever flows in my thought

A brandnew world!

Yes, I'll definitely do it!