In the dictionary, you can find the meaning , or perhaps the definition of the word "perfect". But in my view, there is no such thing such as perfect. Nothing is perfect in this world, especially in real life. Agree?
I have a few examples to reflect my view. Here we go. First of all, some people may complain about their appearance, I mean their look. "Why am I were born with such an ugly face?" You have no choice if you were really born with that face. But what else can you do? Plastic surgery? Well, perhaps. Perhaps that can makes your complain flew out of your mind. But sometime plastic surgery can't really promise you a pretty or handsome face. Even though it can, what about the side effect? Does it ring any bell now? Who know the side effect might be a nightmare for him/her after he/she got the face that he/she desired. Can you call this perfect?
For the next example, I would like to use super star. Many people may dream to become a superstar one day. Why? Because superstar can earn a lot of money? Because they like to sing or perform? Well, the actual reason remains to them. Anyway, superstars seems to lead a beautiful life, isn't? They have a lot of money, perhaps coins or cash that can build up a road up to a few miles. What do they have some more? They have gorgeous face, pretty/handsome partner. But did you ever know their life behind the camera? Of course they have their own problem. Let say, big sum of taxes, family problem, pressures, limited freedom, no friend(true friend I mean), and perhaps many more. Well, let me remind you. I'm not saying that be a superstar is a bad thing, I just simply compare it.
My view is, you may have a dream of leading a perfect life. But that's not gonna be possible. I'm not trying to splash a pale of cold water on you, but I'm just saying the truth. Just try to make your life as good as possible. Look at the problem you face from a brighter side. Never dream but take action!
Last but not last, still the same, this is purely one of my view towards this world and the reality. After reading this post, please feel free to drop some comment for me so that we can share our view together. Also, I would like to appologize for any spelling or grammatical error made. Thanks a lot for the time spent. Enjoy the reading. Have a nice day! ^^
Monday, December 1, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Love during school life...
"For god sake! Pregnant on the age of 15?!" I was wondering what has happened to this society when I heard this kind of news. In my opinion, I never disagree students to talk about love or having a couple. I never. In fact, when I was 16, I have started a love story. It last for about 3 months. Well, I'm not going to talk about how this relationship ended or what. What I'm going to talk is what has happened to the education of the younger generation nowadays?
I believe that most of the school doesn't allow students to love love love in the school. In fact I think almost all the school in my country. But, that doesn't stops the students. I'm one of them. Ha! In my opinion, it is not important whether allow or prohibit them from talk about love in the school, it is the education that is important. I think if we want to start a love story during our school life, we have to learn how to managed it, otherwise, the consequences might be severe. Let say, being carried away from the study or commit suicide. If you know how to manage it well, I think it would become a catalyst or a motivator in our life. Isn't?
Pregnant during the secondary school age is intolerable for me. I'm totally against this. I don't think it was wise for secondary student to have this kind of relationship. First, it was too risky; if they are careful enough, nothing will happen, both are happy. But what if something went wrong? The girl might get pregnant. Then, what will the boy gonna do? Marry her? If the boy already has a fixed income or occupation, I think it should not be a problem. What if the boy can't afford it? That's the problem. Moreover, try to think what will happen to the girl. The society might look down at her. She might need to stop her study too. She might need to drop the baby. If she did it, her health might be affected. Lots of cons.
Last of all, I wasn't disagree about student talking about love in the school, but they have to learn how to control it, manage it well. Please kindly drop your comment so that we can share our view. Thanks.
I believe that most of the school doesn't allow students to love love love in the school. In fact I think almost all the school in my country. But, that doesn't stops the students. I'm one of them. Ha! In my opinion, it is not important whether allow or prohibit them from talk about love in the school, it is the education that is important. I think if we want to start a love story during our school life, we have to learn how to managed it, otherwise, the consequences might be severe. Let say, being carried away from the study or commit suicide. If you know how to manage it well, I think it would become a catalyst or a motivator in our life. Isn't?
Pregnant during the secondary school age is intolerable for me. I'm totally against this. I don't think it was wise for secondary student to have this kind of relationship. First, it was too risky; if they are careful enough, nothing will happen, both are happy. But what if something went wrong? The girl might get pregnant. Then, what will the boy gonna do? Marry her? If the boy already has a fixed income or occupation, I think it should not be a problem. What if the boy can't afford it? That's the problem. Moreover, try to think what will happen to the girl. The society might look down at her. She might need to stop her study too. She might need to drop the baby. If she did it, her health might be affected. Lots of cons.
Last of all, I wasn't disagree about student talking about love in the school, but they have to learn how to control it, manage it well. Please kindly drop your comment so that we can share our view. Thanks.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
A life..A cycle...
Flicked through the calendar, I realized how time flies. Time never waits. Never ever. As I always tell myself, human may die one day, but time will never die.
The images were still clearly stored in my mind, the moment before my beloved grandma passed away. Sitting beside her bed, I hold her cold hands, talked to her. I told her that everything is gonna be all right. But she didn't say anything. Trying her best to gasp every breath that she could before she leave this world. We all know that she was unwilling to leave this world. Specifically, us, I mean her family members; her husband, sons, daughter, grandson and many more. Yet, nothing is able the stop the god from taking away her life from her weak body and soul.
My beloved grandma, a hardworking person, she don't really know how to enjoy her late life. When she was at the age of around 60 something, she still insists want to go to work. Definitely all of us are against her decision, but our advices are useless. I told her many times already. Stop going to work. It wasn't that his son can't afford giving her a good life. She just wants to work and earn money as many as possible.
After she found that she has cancer, she decided to stop working. Concentrating on fighting the evil cancer. Consulted countless number of doctors, and most of them said there is no way to cure this already. Frustrated. But, we never give up. As time goes, her condition worsen everyday. She starts to loss the ability to walk because both of her legs are energy-less. Then she started to feel pain and ache around her body. Mainly at her stomach. A foreign object was found at some where nearby the stomach. It was the cancer cell. I still remember there was a time she was admitted to the hospital and was injected morphine to reduce the pain. But it was useless... Then later she tried to use the morphine patch. Finally, the pain was over but the patch has to be replaced every three days. Never mind that as long as she won't feel and suffers from the pain.
About a month later, she had a difficulty in eating food. Specifically digest. Every single food that she swallowed into her stomach was soon being vomited out again. Heart-cutting scene. For once she told me :"When will I be able to finish a big bowl of rice?" I was speechless for a moment. Then I told her :"Don't worry. You will recover soon. Don't worry, all right?After you recover I will bring you to Penang have a seafood feast.Lobsters, King crabs, anything. Just promise me you will recover all right?" She smiled.
During this process, she has going through countless times of blood testing, IV drip, blood infusion and that makes her feel scared of the syringe because the pain is horrible and she was sick of it. And she decided not to go to any hospital or clinics anymore. She said she suffered enough pain already. We said this is for your own good. This may help in the recovery process. My dad keep on consoling her weak yet shocked little soul. But she insists. So we follow her will.
Few days later she was admitted to the hospital due to insufficient blood. The next day is the 13th of September. At the 13th morning, she had a difficulties in answering the call of nature. Lots of effort has been done to get promote urination but the effort was fruitless. Few hours later, her condition became even worse than ever. My dad decided to transfer my grandma back to her house because she told us that she don't want to die in the hospital. When we finally reached the house, my uncle walked to me and told me that she passed away already. I don't believe it. I really don't willing to believe this terrifying and cruel truth. It is just too hard for me to accept it. Without wasting much time, I move my legs towards the car she is sitting in. I stand beside her and I tell her :"Ma, we reached house d. Wake up d la. We've reached d." But she just remained silent and her body is just as cold as I hold her hand earlier. From that moment, I knew that she had leave to another world, a better world. My teardrop slide down my cheek... Goodbye my dear grandma...
Whenever there is a starting, there will be an ending for it. No matter what difficulty that you had face, never ever try to escape from the truth, you will never make it, believe me. Be a optimistic person, don't be a pessimistic person. Cheer up...
Best regards.
The images were still clearly stored in my mind, the moment before my beloved grandma passed away. Sitting beside her bed, I hold her cold hands, talked to her. I told her that everything is gonna be all right. But she didn't say anything. Trying her best to gasp every breath that she could before she leave this world. We all know that she was unwilling to leave this world. Specifically, us, I mean her family members; her husband, sons, daughter, grandson and many more. Yet, nothing is able the stop the god from taking away her life from her weak body and soul.
My beloved grandma, a hardworking person, she don't really know how to enjoy her late life. When she was at the age of around 60 something, she still insists want to go to work. Definitely all of us are against her decision, but our advices are useless. I told her many times already. Stop going to work. It wasn't that his son can't afford giving her a good life. She just wants to work and earn money as many as possible.
After she found that she has cancer, she decided to stop working. Concentrating on fighting the evil cancer. Consulted countless number of doctors, and most of them said there is no way to cure this already. Frustrated. But, we never give up. As time goes, her condition worsen everyday. She starts to loss the ability to walk because both of her legs are energy-less. Then she started to feel pain and ache around her body. Mainly at her stomach. A foreign object was found at some where nearby the stomach. It was the cancer cell. I still remember there was a time she was admitted to the hospital and was injected morphine to reduce the pain. But it was useless... Then later she tried to use the morphine patch. Finally, the pain was over but the patch has to be replaced every three days. Never mind that as long as she won't feel and suffers from the pain.
About a month later, she had a difficulty in eating food. Specifically digest. Every single food that she swallowed into her stomach was soon being vomited out again. Heart-cutting scene. For once she told me :"When will I be able to finish a big bowl of rice?" I was speechless for a moment. Then I told her :"Don't worry. You will recover soon. Don't worry, all right?After you recover I will bring you to Penang have a seafood feast.Lobsters, King crabs, anything. Just promise me you will recover all right?" She smiled.
During this process, she has going through countless times of blood testing, IV drip, blood infusion and that makes her feel scared of the syringe because the pain is horrible and she was sick of it. And she decided not to go to any hospital or clinics anymore. She said she suffered enough pain already. We said this is for your own good. This may help in the recovery process. My dad keep on consoling her weak yet shocked little soul. But she insists. So we follow her will.
Few days later she was admitted to the hospital due to insufficient blood. The next day is the 13th of September. At the 13th morning, she had a difficulties in answering the call of nature. Lots of effort has been done to get promote urination but the effort was fruitless. Few hours later, her condition became even worse than ever. My dad decided to transfer my grandma back to her house because she told us that she don't want to die in the hospital. When we finally reached the house, my uncle walked to me and told me that she passed away already. I don't believe it. I really don't willing to believe this terrifying and cruel truth. It is just too hard for me to accept it. Without wasting much time, I move my legs towards the car she is sitting in. I stand beside her and I tell her :"Ma, we reached house d. Wake up d la. We've reached d." But she just remained silent and her body is just as cold as I hold her hand earlier. From that moment, I knew that she had leave to another world, a better world. My teardrop slide down my cheek... Goodbye my dear grandma...
Whenever there is a starting, there will be an ending for it. No matter what difficulty that you had face, never ever try to escape from the truth, you will never make it, believe me. Be a optimistic person, don't be a pessimistic person. Cheer up...
Best regards.
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