22 June 2011


In the animal world, it is a common practice to forage for food until full and satiated, then spend the rest of the time lazing around doing nothing, well, unless one is an ant or a bee in which case, one would be an insect and not an animal. With humans, laziness is always frowned upon. It means one is in full capacity to do something, anything, but is not doing so.

But what really is laziness? Is it wrong to slow down amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life? Is it improper to just relax or take little naps when everyone else is running around like the aforementioned ants? Is laziness harmful at all? Why then do humans look at it in a condescending way?

The difference between animals and humans is that when animals are full, they stop looking for food and just lie around in the sun, while humans continue to look for food and store them for the future. I think this is unwise because one wouldn't know how much food to store in the first place. What if one dies tomorrow? To what end would all the hard work be for? Without enjoying the fruits of one's labor.

Perhaps humans should learn the art of lazing, or maybe just selective laziness, learn to relax, slow down and enjoy the little things in life they never noticed because they are too busy.

11 June 2011

What I Really Like

I was watching the movie Julie and Julia on HBO the other night and remembered a scene where Julia Child was discussing with her husband Paul about what to do in Paris. The husband asked her, "What is it that you really like to do?". Julia answered him, "Eat."

I understand that a lot of human go through life not knowing what they really like to do. Sometimes, they know what they like to do but what they like to do don't necessary make money for them to live by. So that is the dilemma. Because society expects that every human must do something "for a living", humans are sometimes forced to do something they don't really enjoy only because they make money out of them. Although I think that is sad, it is a fact of human life.

So Julia Child liked to eat and was able to make something great out of it. I hope one day, I too will find something I really enjoy doing, do it really well, and perhaps make money at the same time. I am sure Mr. B. will be very proud of me then.

04 June 2011

The Game Of Death

I read in the news today that a 25-year old mother from New Mexico, USA is being sentenced to 25 years in prison for the death of her 3 1/2-year-old daughter. The mother apparently spent a lot of time playing the online game World of Warcraft and neglected her baby for most of the time until she just dies of dehydration and malnutrition.

This is not the first time incident like this happened. In many countries, there are many stories of young kids suddenly having heart attacks or seizures after playing computer games continuously not getting up to rest or eat. It is also not unheard of that some of these young kids left homes or worse, killed their parents after their computers were taken away from them.

I asked Mr. B. if he played any computer games. He told me he did but only casual games like the ones that solve mysteries, guess words, find treasure or deliver pizzas. He never bothered playing games that require strategies and such because he can get that at work. So for him, it was simply for entertainment.

Humans are strange. I don't understand why they can be addicted to virtual slaying of creatures in some fantasy world. Once upon a time, playing means going out of the house and getting friends together and running around. Now all you have to move are your fingers.

27 May 2011

The Street Where We Lived

I miss London.

I miss the street where we lived when Mr. B. and I were on holidays there. There was a store in the corner that never opened for the duration of our stay. I think it was a small neighborhood grocery. Across the street there was an Indian restaurant that never seemed to have any diners. We did see a few but they looked more like friends of the owner. They probably ate for free.

A posh family lives in the flat next to us. We like watching them prepare meals for guests while Mr. B. smoked on the steps outside. I watched the husband stuffed the car with luggage and took his wife and two children on holidays. Perhaps somewhere not as cold. Then there was this fashion designer who has a shop in the corner. Her shop was all black and we never saw anyone going in and coming out of it.

Mr. B. would take me on his back and walk around the block sometimes. The street was almost always wet and covered with leaves from the bald trees. I remember the air being really cold and painful to the nostrils. I was glad I had furs, but Mr. B. had to cover himself up really well.

I wish I can go back again. But maybe it is best to have those beautiful memories stay perfect. Sometimes, Mr. B. and I would watch the photos and video we made from our trip. Then we would hug each other tight. No one else would ever know what it meant for us.


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