Do you know how many lives are taken away every second in this world? And how many of us truly appreciate lives, not only our own lives but others?Yes, I'm sure we all know (well, at least the majority of us) know the fact that our lives are so fragile. But are we really doing our best to cherish our precious bodies, as well as others?
I was reading news online back in my home country. "College boy was killed by robbers!" What is this? Those two robbers are totally insane! It is already NOT RIGHT to rob someone. Even if you wanted the money, did you have to kill the poor fellow? They killed a healthy young school boy who could possibly contribute something to the society one day, just for that little money (in this case not even 100 bucks)!! NO, I don't mean they could kill or harm someone for a larger amount of money or whatever!If you want money, use your own hands to work on it, in a morally correct way! Never take a life like that! But seriously, they obviously were so insane and forgot that this poor fellow, like themselves, deserved equal right to keep his own life.
Life itself is already very fragile and short; all sort of diseases, accidents, disasters and stuff can threaten lives easily. We should instead cherish and save lives to make good use of them. But why are we hearing more and more about murder crimes and other violent actions of human-beings that we simply injure and kill others? What has happened to the world now?
We all must respect lives. Be it ours or others. Our lives are precious and so do others.
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Miss Charming: I don't feel that my boyfriend cares for me too much. You see, there were occasions I felt cold and I just casually made a remark that it was cold; guys whom I was not even close with would be so caring and offered me their jackets. But there were few times I complained about the coldness to my boyfriend, he did not show any response instead he zipped up his jacket more.
Lady Elegant: That's no big deal. You know what? I had to give my jacket to my husband when we were traveling in New Zealand for our honeymoon.
Miss Charming: I expect my boyfriend to be very caring. Is that too much?
Lady Elegant: Perhaps he actually cares a lot for you, in different ways. All right, do you think you prefer those other guys who offered you their jackets instead of him since you think they are so caring?
Miss Charming: Definitely not. I don't like those guys at all; we don't have any chemistry and we don't click at all.
Lady Elegant: Exactly. You won't go for those guys just because they seem to be caring for you. Plus you have to understand that no one is perfect. You're not perfect too.
Miss Charming: Yea, you're so right. He does care for me, in his own way. And he's already the perfect one for me. I shouldn't ask for more.
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People have been coming up to tell me how lucky I was to have Prof. L as my supervisor. "This is the perfect lab to do a degree." What is there so perfect in this lab that many people queueing for such a long time to get in? True, my supervisor is a very knowledgable and talented professor. But at the same time, she's very busy with other commitments as the head of the lab. Therefore she expects a certain degree of independence of her students. For a person who loves independence, her style suits me pretty well. However there are times I wish to get more supervision from her. Do I still consider this as my ideal lab?
My sister has recently transfered to a new department. She told me she wasn't enjoying her job that much. "Didn't you transfer to this new department because you weren't happy at the old one?" "Yea, it turned out that I have to work more time and deal with more picky clients now." From her conversation, I could tell that she is looking for her ideal job. A less stressful job. A job that allows her travelling around. A job with a pretty decent pay. A job with less working hours ex cetera. But is it possible to find such a job? You may find a relatively less stressful job, but in that case probably you won't get paid higher. You may find a job that gives you opportunity to travel around, but then that means your job would need long working hours.
It is absolutely all right to go for what we want. The person we truly love. Our ambitions. Our dreams. Our plans. But while approaching what we want, we have to understand that we must not be harsh to others as well as to ourselves. Nothing is perfect. No one is perfect. There is no such thing as ideally perfect or perfectly ideal. Sometimes the more we look for, the more imperfections we find from the close to perfect ones. Miss Charming knows that she and her sweetheart are a perfect match. Yet at the same time she expects a lot from him. If she continues to magnify his one or two flaws, she'll start to get upset about him and hence doing damage to their bonded relationship. And he'll be converted from Mr. Ideal to Mr. Horrible. As for my supervisor, seriously she's one of the best ones I have ever come across all these years. It is her unique style, which is pretty much hands-off to most of her students makes her being a successful supervisor. Just imagine if she's just spoon-feeding her students, they probably would not grow and acquire the thinking on their own.
Is there such a thing called ideal? Definitely possible, depending on how we view as an ideal, that is accepting an ideal and not expecting it to be flawless (perfect). Plus, a "flaw" may actually turn out to be something "good" too. It really depends on how we see it.
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I do not like to read manual. I am really not that sort of person. As I first timer for a new machine, I usually tend to just flip the first page of the guidebook for a few minutes and then put it down. The next thing I would do is to start experimenting those different buttons of the machines described from the book. Yes, I know that is so not smart; I know by doing so I run the risk of breaking the machines. But I just can not quite operate the machine by just reading the manual. In my record, I did mess up a couple of machines and computers before. But hey, I learned from all the mistakes after doing so each time and even better still, I became familiar with the machines.My travel companion and I tend to favor the free-and-easy traveling style. For our trips thus far, we did some research for the places that we would be visiting. But we did not set a proper plan and schedule for the trips. We would just get a map and start wondering around the place. And we enjoyed doing that. When we bumped into something interesting, we just stopped and checked out the place/thing. By doing so, we realized we've been discovering new interesting things, some even not mentioned or highlighted in the guidebooks. I could still remember we were intending to check out an area in our DC trip. So we took the metro and got off at Dupont Circle. We took out the map trying to figure out where to explore. Obviously both of us are pretty bad in map-reading. So guess what happened? We ended up walking towards to other direction heading towards another side of the downtown area (where we came from) that we had never been. And in that area, we found out the National Geographic Museum coincidentally. Surprisingly we both really liked this museum, far better than some of those emphasized in the guidebook.
During our recent trip, we were trying to find a good place to try out the local cuisine. Again, we did not have any partcular ones in mind. We walked around. A guy was distributing flier to us. We glanced at it for a few seconds and spontaneously headed to the place to try out since the price was pretty reasonable. The food turned out to be really delicious. A middle-aged couple was sitting next to our table. The lady started chatting with us. "We came from another city. Each time we are in town, we will come to this place for dinner. It is the best restaurant here, with good food and good price." We agreed.
We would certainly miss out a lot if we only follow exactly what we are instructed. We have to be a little adventurous in our explorations. You might be a great discover. Heh. Who knows?
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It is so easy to start a quarrel or even a fight with someone.
We all perceive things differently. Say a person just casually made a remark yet you interpreted differently and you were not happy about it. You might start showing your annoyance and thus possibly an argument.
We all have different preferences. Say your beau wanted to go for a horror movie and you preferred something light-hearted. But both did not compromise. You both were angry about each other and started quarreling.
We all place different expectations from others. Person A expected B to dedicate more effort towards completing a task. However Person B thought that he/she had done more than enough. A was agitated and disappointed and thus resulted a cold war between the two parties.
We all like attention and love from others, especially from our loved ones. You were having a tough day and were hoping to talk to your sweetheart to vent. Therefore you called. But your sweetheart was too busy caught up with work too. You could just blow up like that without being sensible trying to understand his/her situation.
There are really plenty of reasons to start a war, especially to people we are very close with; couples for example and some times even couples who have married for many years.
My dad is really not a romantic person. He hardly talks about love, romance and marriage in front of us. But there was something he once shared with me before and imprinted in my mind since. "When you get married next time, no matter what conflict arises with your husband, try not to make it worse and hence a quarrel or fight. You know? Quarrel and fight are just like breaking your china. Once it's broken, you can never mend the broken china as perfect as before. Even if a skillful pair of hands get to mend the broken pieces back, you'd find scratch marks on the mended piece."
It is extremely difficult for us to agree with another individual and to avoid conflict. We all think differently; we all tend to think we are correct all the time. But when we begin to feel irritated, upset or disappointed with another person, why not start thinking this way? There are zillions of human beings on this planet, but somehow I managed to get to know this one person, shouldn’t we be thankful to this link? Better still if he/she whom we are apparently upset about is our loved one. Why do we want to fight with our loved ones? Did we also realize that life is actually short? Shouldn't we cherish every moment to be together with this person? Hopefully by going through all these thoughts, we would be able to cool ourselves down.
Of course getting along all the time with another person is never easy, especially if both are trying to share the same objective/work towards a certain goal. Of course, if you are bothered by certain issues, you should not keep quiet and keep all the grumbles to yourself. Bring the issue up nicely and openly to the other person. I’m sure if he/she shares similar goal as you and are concerned about your well-being, he/she would be really happy to discuss the issue with you. It is certainly more efficient and effective than resolving the issues through a fight. Man, you’d be lucky if either party was not injured from the fight!
Next time when you feel like initiating a war, think about the broken china philosophy. Hopefully it helps. And hopefully I’ll keep this in mind and put it into practice too.
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I enjoy traveling. It has always been fun to travel around. But the degree of fun and joy vary according to the style of traveling and its companions.When I was younger I traveled to a few countries with my family, especially with my mom. My family usually signed up a travel agent and got everything arranged for the trips. I don’t mind just pay; show up on the day of departure and let the agent does all the arrangement.
I have been to group traveling trips during grammar school (primary) till HS back in my country. The whole bunch of at least forty or more school mates traveling was such a thrill. We sang together, joked and played games. I went for a college camping trip with 80 other mates from the same college once.
Since college, I went on many different trips with a few friends. It was either we drove, took long distance coaches or flew to the destinations. Some were kind of backpack. I have friends who are better-traveled than me. So naturally the lazy I would just sit back and relax while my friends were doing all the planning. Occasionally I had to take the initiative to work for the planning. Nonetheless, those were the fun time. And I think all my travel mates thus far have been great companion, albeit some were more pleasant than others.
I really enjoyed my recent voyages with my travel companion. How we arranged the trips was superb. Neither of us is an excellent planner. Yet we still planned a little for the trips. Our pace for the trip was just perfect. And we both liked the style of our voyages. Free and easy yet we got a lot of things done within a short period of time. We literally were able to read each others' mind and came to a consensus for big and small decisions in relations to the trips during the whole voyages.
Like it or not, some of my previous travel mates had a strong preference in certain things and thus the rest had to accommodate them. For example, when traveling with my mom, we would have to dine in Chinese restaurants all the time, and to be precise, Southern Chinese cuisine, even when we were traveling in a country with potatoes as its main dishes. How weird is that? During this recent voyage, we both tried all types of local cuisines. This is really something I love about my travel companion. We both love to try and explore new things, especially food. We even snapped photos of the dishes we had, and then laughed at our silly act. In one of the restaurant bars we dined in, the restaurant owner came and yelled, "No picture please!" Of course, the owner was just making fun of us. Oh boy, my innocent travel companion was caught in clouds. I was laughing about this funny scene.
I admit I really suck for my stamina; yeah, I know I really need to go for more training. Although I love hiking, I always came out to be the last or who only made it half-way to the top of the hill. There was I even made my friends to stay behind to guide me slowly up the top and hence we missed the sunrise despite waking up around 4 in the morning! I felt so bad about that. During this voyage, we were visiting some old castle. One of the attraction spots was a tall tower. We both were not aware of the height of this tower until 5 minutes later. "Geez, why aren't we there yet?" Then only we heard some other tourists telling us, "It’s more than 250 stairs. You’re not even half-way there." What?! I freaked out instantly. I was thinking of turning back and gave up. But my travel companion was very patient. He held my hand to climb the stairs slowly and steadily. I immediately collapsed once I got to the top. My travel companion kept teasing about how he saved me for this Powder Tower tour! Damn, don't listen to him. I protested, "Stop lying; I’m the one who piggy-bagged you!" Now, who is the real liar?
Other than just sight-seeing, I love to do something extra when I’m traveling. I like to check out the local radio station, newspapers, TV program and also to walk around and observe the daily lives of the people there. So I was forcing my travel companion to tune into the local R&B station. So far I haven’t heard any complaints from him yet. We even spent some time at the local bookstores flipping through different books published in its national language, pretending we understood the language.
Although there might be inconvenience to traveling in non-English speaking countries, it is another type of fun experience. Listening to different languages and trying to guess the ethnicity of the people we saw was one of our games we played during the trips. Oh not to mention, what makes it more fun is that due to my illiteracy of the local language, I bought a bottle of concentrated juice and made my travel companion drank at one forth of the bottle (which could make up to more than one liter of juice).
"Does it taste good?"
"Hmm…it's all right…but I find it a bit sweet."
"A bit sweet? Really? Noo…can't be…there must be something wrong with your taste bud!"
He took another few more sips and said, "Really. It's a bit sweet."
I grabbed the bottle and tried to read the label.
"Errr…you know what? I guess you're right. I think I've gotten you a concentrated juice that ought to be diluted 10 times more before consuming!" Oops a daisy!!
It was raining most of the time in one of the cities we stopped by. Yet we were still walking and wandering around the city sight-seeing despite the heavy rain. Guess what happened? My travel companion tore my favorite water-proofed jacket, well indirectly while he was hurrying me to cross the street. Great! Now I have the golden opportunity in threatening my companion for a brand-new jacket. I guess not many of you have had such experience before right?
While we were walking at the downtown area of another city, I smelled something unpleasant. I looked out and saw the source of the smell. I pointed to my companion. He instantaneously took out his high-tech camera. The next thing I heard was a Caucasian lady giggling on the other side of the street. She was making some hand signs, trying to warn me to stay away from my companion. I got the message and immediately ran away from him. Yep, I just had to run away from my crazy companion who was taking picture of a large pile of poop instead of all other beautiful sceneries along the street. By the way, in case you’re really curious how that pile of poop looked like, I've gotten you a copy of that picture here for this entry. I must admit it is a nice picture. It matches so well to one of my old entries (refer So proud of the poop) before the trip. All right all the credits go to my nutzo travel companion. Teehee.
Great travel companion is not easy to come by. I think I have found the best and perfect (travel) companion; someone I truly enjoy traveling and spending time with; someone I am very comfortable to be together with; someone who can make me laughs and brings joy to me all the time; someone who can understand and appreciate my poop jokes; someone who makes me want to freeze the joyful moments and not wanting the time to fly; someone I am very eager and look forward to explore together with the many adventures and voyages to come in life.
I am truly grateful for this. :P
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Heat. Sun. Picnic. Outdoor activities/games. Summer clothings.
Many of us love summers. I’m an exception. However, I was very looking forward towards this year’s summer.
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After weeks of trying to crank out something for the manuscript, I’m finally done with the first draft and handed it to my supervisors. I know it was not well written. I call it a piece of poop.
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