Is your life precious like mine?

Reading the yahoo news this morning, one can't help but feel pity about the death of one of the twins, this pair of twins went through a marathon surgery to be separated as they were born joined at the head. It seems that a determine fighting spirit is not able to keep one from choosing their own fate of life. And I cannot imagine the pain of people who have gone through such pains just to spend another second on earth... I simply cannot comprehend why there would be some who choose to give up their lives willingly by suicide or by other means. Can't they see that lives are precious and how many are fighting to keep it. 

My life may not be perfect but I love it all the same. The freedom of being able to do all the simple things I love makes me twinkle with happiness. Living means I can...

Read a book and fall asleep in the park on a sunny day with my Tiger (my pampered but terribly cute sheltie)

Eat my bagel/croissant with lotsa of cream cheese/butter

A glass of ice cold beer whenever I feel like it

Giving hugs to my love ones anytime

Pack my bags for a getaway whenever I am down...

Aren't these reasons good enough to be alive in this world? Maybe I am a simpleton.. but who cares =)

Denial should be a sin...

In a barely queen size bed in San Francisco, I was drifting in and out of a dreamfest when my friend, L .T. called in response to my message earlier on whether he was affected my the earthquake in Los Angeles. And I denied him my 'harlowww... yeah..' just because I was too lazy to lift my hand up to pick up the phone right next to him. *GUILTY* 

The guilt seems to have push its way out of my sleepy system and woke me up. Might as well finish my last bit of cesar salad and cheesecake, I kept thinking that it is healthy salad with an unhealthy slice of cheesecake topped with a gigantic glob of delicious whipped cream (the kind I love!). This is definitely self-denial, how can my salad be healthy with so much cream sauce on every bite and that cheesecake simply makes me cringe with every bite because I know that my body is gonna suffer tomorrow on the treadmill. Let me tell you how great I am at self-denial...

I believe that calories don't count when I finish a tub of philadelphia cream cheese if no one knows about it...

I believe that butter is one of the most amazing substance every created and is actually healthy...

I believe that shopping can help lose weight and replace sessions at the gym...

I believe that humans are kind unless provoked...

I believe that no matter how much weight I gained, I can still fit into my skinny jeans..

I believe that one day he will be the one messaging me first to let me know how his day went, the first one he thinks of when he has something to share, letting me in on his schedules, missing me when we are apart and maybe one day... need me...

Well, enough of my self-denials, I discovered that humans tend to deny when they regret a certain way of behavior. I was watching shark week, this group that was supposed to 'fish' for a Greenland shark to tag and monitor their way of life which means no killing would be involved. A female Greenland shark was caught and observed while bleeding, and only after a certain while of 'observation', the group discovered the bleeding and commented that if there was too much damage done to the shark, they might as well use it as a specimen and cut it up. It seems that they got their way as the shark was punctured in the gill by the second bait hook. Research it maybe but one can't help thinking that regret and denial sets in when the accidental death of the shark was committed. 

Denial may make life easier to bear sometimes and I am definitely guilty of it but what about the life after denial? Do we cover up with more denials until one can no longer bear the weight of our emotions?

Do you really know anyone?

One day, lying in bed, I was trying to figure out how to get my hotmail account working again when I heard my brother asked my mum, "Where should I hide this bag, wanna give this to Yi (my sis-in-law) as a surprise.." I turned around and gapped at the Blue Label Burberry bag he was holding. What!! My brother actually has some living sensitive cells in him, then I realized - How well do I really know or understand the people around me, including those that have been living under the same roof as me for my entire life?

For the next few days, I was a pest by trying to sound out whether my family members knew what each other like or dislike. It was all going well until my all-time-super mummy asked if I would like sea cucumber (a slimy translucent echinoderm that humans consume) for dinner, I rolled my eyes in shock. My "super nanny" seems to have forgotten the fact that I have never touched any sea cucumber on any kind of dishes all my life. The final evaluation - No human can ever truly understand another human even though one could memorize his/her likes or dislikes, routines in life.. etc because deep inside, there is always one (or maybe a few.. =)  ) secret that one would like to keep. Whether this secret (it could be a memory) brings up a smile, a feeling of disgust, a pang of regret, a bout of anger or even a couple of tears doesn't matter because at the end of the day, it still belongs to only one, which is you...  

Travelling

Traveling is no longer a hobby but a way of life for me. And it still amazes me that I have manage to combine both my interest and career into one. Traveling may have become mundane for many of the same career as I am but to me, it stills sends shivers of excitement when I am bound for a destination that I have never been to!

Why is traveling one of the greatest love of my life? Well, the reason is really simple, I love every step that I take towards where I am going. From the moment I start packing all my stuff and getting ready to begin my journey, whether it is by the bus, boat or a plane, I feel my body springing with excitement. For example, if I was to be taking the plane, the process of checking in the bags, saying goodbyes to family and friends, grazing through the duty-free shops while waiting for the departure gate to open never made me felt restless. Not even when I have to squeeze my way past through hordes of people in the aircraft to get to the seat. It may be silly to some that I am still looking forward to being given the headset, night kit.. etc

And the best of all is to have someone you love sitting right next to you, holding your hands between his/hers when the plane takes off, it is a kind of simple happiness which is indescribable. For that, a toast to traveling!