There are some points in time in your life when you are confronted with death. When someone dies, when you almost hit the car in front of you, or when the doctor says “You have cancer.” After running tests and having doctors poking you around, you get that told to you. How does someone react to the news? I guess it all depends on what happened after that sentence. The type of cancer you have, it’s stage, type of treatment, how long your life expectancy is. My father-in-law went through that for the last couple of weeks. Not giving too much details, he will probably die of old age than from this cancer. Statistically speaking of course. Which got me thinking, statistically, what adds to a decreasing life expectancy for a person? Smoking? Probably yes. How about driving on a highway 2 hours per day, as compared to someone taking the train? Technically speaking, we are dying once we were born in this world. That’s how my husband looks at it. Growing, is the politically correct word. That’s how I look at it. Everyone dies, it’s just difficult when you are “suddenly” confronted by it, and you start to make a guess on how many years you still have. I guess, we all “die” a bit every day. That’s why what’s inside matters the most. When we die, our spirit lives.

A few weeks ago, I received a shocking email. Pleasantly shocking that is. An old friend of mine whom I met about 10 years ago wrote to me via my baby's website. I was then a fresh uni grad working my first job, struggling to get used to the idea of living by myself, working for a living, and still stunned by the idea on how the hell did I survived the flight back to Malaysia after the time of my life in Australia.
I am thrilled to hear from her, and all her stories. She's married and they have 2 beautiful daughters. Apparently she saw us on TV3 in Malaysia, the prime episode where we were featured. Yes, we were on telly the last time we were in Malaysia (that was back in October 2006. Check out my baby's site to see the clip.) Every time we were in Malaysia, we always get carried away with our obligations to our family and getting a bit of vacation whenever we can, that I don't get the chance to meet most of my friends. Shame.. shame..
We write to each other every other day, not as much as we both would like to I think. I must have done something good, to deserve such a friend. Liza, if you read this, next time we meet, lunch is on me! :-)

You know.. it's hard to start writing again once you've been away for a long time. That is me being stuck in a moment. Being here, right now. Stuck. (scratching my head)
Many things has happened during the course of time, and many things has change since the last time I was here. I have grown.. and I mean, beyond additional of grey hairs on my head, and the occasional short term memory loss.. hahahaha...
I've taken on a new job, which challenges me in a different dimension than I am used to. My 13 month old daughter challenges me every day, with her to-die-for sweet little smile, as well as her tantrums which sends me back down memory lanes ;-)
It feels great to be where I am now. Except about 20mins ago, when I was having a writer's block ;-)