no words can speak...

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when i was a kid, my mom always told me to follow her closely or else i'm gonna get kidnapped end up losing my arms or limbs begging on the road side. and i was thought she was just pulling my legs so that she won't be chasing after me... many years later until this very day, i witness an event that capture those words. a young lad, crawling along the streets begging pedestrian for money. his face and body decorated with dirts. eating left over foods behind restaurant kitchens. sometimes they have to fight off stray dogs for those leftovers... it raise mixture feelings of anger, sad, pity. it wrench the heart of every warm blood foreign pedestrian like me, maybe not the locals. when i hand over my half loaf of bread, those teary eyes of his whisper the gratefulness that no words can speak...

How much is much?

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Just had a lunch with "Dr." Tan. I regard him more than a colleague, a good friend of mine. At his age, facing a lot of challenges cum stress. I feels it, and his body doesn't allow him to take much stress any longer. Another reason is because he want to dedicate his time taking care of his aging mother. We spoke for an hour during the lunch. He told me that he's going to tender his resignation letter on tomorrow.

People like him is rare to find. Nowadays people are chasing for material and he's willing to drop everything behind to seek quality life.

I feel sad, but I think it's definitely the right move for him. Losing a great team mate like him is a big lost to the organization. Working with him I gain invalueble knowledge in a systematical way. In my point of view he's one of the best around. These few years, I have been really lucky to work with him. The job by nature, can take most of anyone away from them. I have been asking myself, does a job really that important till it jeopardized our life?

Now and then, I try to avoid these kinda situation. Of course everyone need to work for a living. People often question my ambitions. But what do I get in the end, if I work my ass off just to earn a comfortable life. Does comfortable life jive with quality life? How much is much?