Serious stuff

Today I learnt that, to me, there are some things that are more important than life itself.

I was talking to Catecholamine about some serious issues about life and stuff when the silly guy suddenly asked himself a silly question: If a robber was to point a gun at him and tell him to kill either me or him, would he be able to sacrifice his life for mine?

For me, that question was a no-brainer, but I realized it would be a different story if the robber were to ask me to choose between my life and my career. I tried to picture myself as a seductive secretary or a traumatized teacher or a lying lawyer but I couldn’t, instead I saw the robber shooting me.

I think if I ever got (oops, pardon my lousy English, I meant to say contracted) Hep B from a needlestick injury (I wanted to type ‘if I ever got a needlestick injury’ but decided to resign myself to the odds), I’d rather suffer a short death than be forced to go into COFM or government services. Either that or I’ll try to become the Ministress of Health.

Another friend and I were talking abt the vulnerability of life some time ago because she was very affected by a recent death of her friend who died in a motorcycle accident. She is currently in a phase of taking great lengths to prevent accidents from happening to her (she vetoed a trip to Batam thinking we’d be murdered, and a trip to Taiwan thinking we’d be blown away by the typhoons, and tried to offer us a compromise by suggesting we have a holiday at Hotel 81). My take on the subject is that life is only precious when you set out to live a life you dreamed of living so that you have no regrets when you die. My best friend in secondary school passed away when she was eighteen, and whenever I think of her now, I took comfort in the fact that she lived a full life, she had an exciting time studying overseas, got to know a loving boyfriend there and she was such a gregarious girl that everyone loved her.

And I shall end my entry on that note, in memory of her.