Not A Joke

Friendship is everything. Friendship is more than talent. It is more than the government. It is almost the equal of family.- Don Corleone

Nice To Know You.. Da..Da..

We will meet again..
A hundred years from today..
Far away from where we lived.. And where we used to play.

We will know each others' eyes.. And wonder where we met..
Your laugh will sound familiar.. Your heart, I won't forget.

We will meet, I'm sure of this..
Let's take a walk beneath the stars And share this world again..

Tell Me

We Are Humans: Thoughts About Organ Donation.

As being one of the most important issues about people’s lives, organ donation has a crucial place in our lives. Since the first operation of this, there have been many discussions about whether the organs should be donated or not. Organ donation can be defined as the removal of an organ from a human who has recently died, to transform it another one who is in need of it, or from a living donor for the purpose of transplanting; although this is a very important decision to save a life, there still be some questions like; Should there be organ donations or not? and people have different views about this issue. Therefore, I am going to give these opponent thoughts about organ donation.

As I have mentioned before, organ donation is a life saving operation; but, although opponents of organ donation know this, they have some opposite thoughts about this. They think that organ donation can have some negative sides; and one can classify their thoughts as; religious issues, worries about the age and hospitals’ treatment while they are making the operation and the families who think that their loved relatives’ bodies are salvaged for parts at the time of donation. First of all, they think that organ donation is against their religion; but are the religions really against this; which is a saving of one’s life ? Secondly, the opponents of organ donation think that they are too old or too young to make an organ donation, so they decide not to donate their organs; but is the age really an important factor for donation? Also, the people have some fears about the treatment of hospital while they are donating their organs; for example, they worry that at the time of the donation, the other organs of them can be affected negatively; they think that while they are trying to save someone’s life, they may endanger their own healths. Thirdly, people; especially families or relatives of a dead one have difficulties to give the loved relative’s organs and they think that the body of the dead one will be cut into pieces while the operation is being made; but, is it a good reaction while a lot of people are waiting for their loved one’s survival? Consequently, on surface structure, organ donations seem to be precarious circumstances; but, are they really like this? or are these only the needless results of the lacking of information about this issue?

Unlike the opponents of organ donation, supporters of it have reasonable causes to support this. First of all, they are aware that this is one of the most important ways of saving one’s life. They see this as a social responsibility. The supporters of organ donation are aware of the situations of both sick person and his family; for example, there are a lot of people who are waiting for the proper organ for their treatment. According to the supporters, this is the second life chance for these people, also there a lot of people who die while they are waiting for donation. The supporters think that organ donation is proper for their religions as well; because, saving one’s life is very important for the religions. Also they are aware that the bodies of the donors are not cut into pieces at the time of the operation; because, only limited organs of the body can be transformed like; kidneys, heart, liver, pancreas, intestines, lungs and cornea. Also, those who have enough information about this issue know that these operations are made by experienced experts; so there is nothing to worry about. To conclude, there are many good effects of making an organ donation; above all of the things, you can save one’s life and you can make more than one person live with your organs; I think this can be the most important cause to declare organ donation as a very necessary issue.

As a conclusion, I want you to imagine that one morning you wake up and find out that you are moving for a holiday and you have a closet filled with clothes which are new but useless for you in your holiday, what would you do with these clothes? Would you throw them out or would you leave them behind for someone else to use? Organ donation is something like that; you can make people happy with your decision and make them live their second life instead of bringing your organs with you when you are dead. By making organ donation you can be a hope for sick people. Organ donation is not made if your organ is necessary for you or your decision does not affect the attitudes of doctors towards you. Also it is not against your faith and your body will not be cut into pieces. Therefore, organ donation is very necessary and people should be informed about this issue.

"Organ donation is not a tragedy, but iy can be a beautiful light in the midst of one."

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Amitié

Friendship is one of life's greatest treasures. Friends that are loyal are always there to make you laugh when you are down, they are not afraid to help you avoid mistakes and they look out for your best interest. This kind of friend can be hard to find, but they offer a friendship that will last a lifetime. Other friends may not be quite as loving. The pain caused by a friendship marred by betrayal is not easy to overcome...sigh.

Damm You Brain

Really?? No wonders I can't sleep well. .'cause my brain works 24/7..Miahahaha. .lol I know :-)

99% Of Time I'm Just Thinking..

And I’m always, I’m always, I’m always (thinking about ____) Because of the things that you do and that you say (thinking about ____). I'm always thinking everytime about ______.

We Are Humans: I Laughing At Myself

Huh!! Why become overly sensitive to what people say? Sometimes i  give a meaning to the words, even though it might not have meant what I interpreted. Grrrrr. . This hurts, and sufferiing. Miahaha

I laughing at myself does not mean i demeaning my self or making fun and degrading myself. Also, it does not mean that i losing my self-respect. Just release my opinion from unrealistic expectations. To  appreciated the fact that we do are not perfect; We all have weaknesses and inconsistencies. Must  accept all shortcomings and weaknesses and believe there is room for improvement. Nothing to hide from others. Asyik nak kacak sahaja mana boleh; Miahahaha.  Must complete freedom to create what is right regardless of what others might think.

Never blame others for it, because no one can harm or do anything wrong without our permission aite. Stop complaining about government, politicians, partners, neighbors and competitors for things going wrong. We cot on the fate and destiny, but we refuse to accept our own responsibility

Laugh at your own self has a deep impact on the mind, :-). I'm naughty and I done many things, but dont judge me.

Pain o Pain

The Day We Fall In Love: An Old Man Lost His Wallet.

..M..share...about Lost and Found..

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline–1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John” letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.

It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

“Operator,” I began, “this is an unusual request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?”

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the number.” She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. “I have a party who will speak with you.”

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!”

“Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked.

“I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter.”

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.

I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?

Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, “Yes, Hannah is staying with us.”

Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. “Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television.”

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.

She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye.

I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, “Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael.”

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, “I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.”

“Yes,” she continued. “Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael…”

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, “Was the old lady able to help you?”

I told him she had given me a lead. “At least I have a last name. But I think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet.”

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute! That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He’s always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.”

“Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake.

“He’s one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.”

I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He’s a darling old man.”

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is missing!”

“This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?”

I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.”

“No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet.”

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. “You read that letter?”

“Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.”

He suddenly grew pale. “Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he begged.

“She’s fine…just as pretty as when you knew her.” I said softly.

The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, “Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow.” He grabbed my hand and said, “You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I’ve always loved her.”

“Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.”

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.

“Hannah,” she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. “Do you know this man?” She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn’t say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, “Hannah, it’s Michael. Do you remember me?”

She gasped, “Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!” He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.

“See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home… “Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!” It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man. The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.

A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

O.R An Old Man Lost His Wallet. See What He Finds When It Is Returned To Him

Poser Cookies

Soya Cincau Art Exhibition

Perspective

Perspective never goes amiss.

We Are Humans: Benefits Of Coffee

In addiction to the well accepted benefits of boosting perkiness, reducing of the muscles and increasing short term memory, recent studies have shown that coffee helps in reducing the headache that accompanies migraine as well as symptoms of asthma in some patients. Research has also shown that coffee lowers the risk of developing gallstones disease in men and also chances of diabetes in both men and women. Drinking the right amount of coffee helps to prevent major illness such as cirrhosis, heart disease as well as colon, bladder, and liver cancer.

Ten Commandments Of Love

“Take happiness with the heartache [and] go through life wearing a smile.” -Bob Marley  #TenCommandmentsOfLove

The Day We Fall In Love: Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain Strange "MixTape"

This strange “mixtape” was reportedly put together by Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain, one year before the release of the band’s 1989 debut album, Bleach.

Montage Of Heck was created with a four-track cassette recorder and uses sounds from Cobain’s personal collection, radio and demos. During the recording, you can hear samples from artists like the Jackson Five, the Beatles, Queen, Metallica, Cher and many more. Listen to the mixtape below, check out the full tracklisting, and let us know what you think.

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Beauty Whose Unreachable Heart

When you lose someone who ....you're alone at home in the world. And when that happens you think, oh darn it should have been back home. Another person, place, thing, something ... to make feel safe. I do not go missing. It is a process. YA, I am angry, we are angry.

That is why I am afraid for you. About that picture in your head. Close your eyes. Get rid of one. Gone. That's gone. Blank slate. Pick a good one memories, a really good one. It'll keep the bad one unstuckl

We can do anything. We'll get waffles. It's like they say, another time, another place. Right? Us. Two letters, whole world. Whole world like an oyster that you can put the future and the past into, right? And the middle is this "us" thing. Which is a pearl which is us.

Ya, I mees up.

Mockingbird

"Ten people who speak make more noise than ten thousand who are silent." -Napoleon Bonaparte-

The friend who is silent be with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay in an hour of grief and mourning with us who tolerate not knowing ... not healing.

Inhales Theatrically

It's been awhile, since I could breath smoothly (my health condition just okay). It almost two year and it's so devastating (two diff event). Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon ...everything's different. Weird! I try motivate myself miahahaha. Sometimes feel like it going to against the flow and sometimes just want it end, just like that. Bukan give up, but tired, ya just tired..pancit. Selagi bernafas ni, hidup mesti terus ya dak.

We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. Gloomy day must end. But I dont lie I hate certain people.What? I am human not Jenglot. They said, if you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her.

Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate. Yep,I know sometimes people don't understand.  

Understand? Understood? Hm..if we pay really close attention, life doesn't suck, aite. Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean [Bob Dylan].

So what stood out was my anger. Grrrrrr.. The anger, frustration, entitlement, blame and rage surged through my system. I was pissed..but sat back and realize, me aren’t up against anyone but myself. Yup myself only. I had to stop blaming the people around me kan. Life is beautiful, so why must ruin it. Tapi, jangan bertemu jer hehehe, for now lah.

People who come into our lives are our teachers. They literally mirror us back to ourselves. I had done things. So be grateful for the beautiful moments and pain. Be happy even not happy yea :-)

Mornites..Saturday dialysis 2moro better rest.

Tu me manques.