Painful cancer

August 1, 2007

I know this is coming too soon after Blogathon, but there’s a reason why cancer is hard not only on the patient, but the people around them. Doesn’t always have to be family and friends.

Compared to her day, I’m just glad that my biggest worries of the day was getting home from work on a weak car battery and the case of my missing grandmother, which turned out that she had been with my uncle at church and he didn’t bother telling us. -_-“

Last Push

July 27, 2007

As I’ll be heading off to Kapas in the morning and I still haven’t packed :p

Thanks Pelfy!

Pelfy made me a Blogathon button. YAY!

DAMN YOU MAYBANK I FORGOT PIN TO ACTIVATE. T_T

My maybank2u acc has been suspended. Just the internet, thankfully.

Beyond Religion. Beyond Race. Beyond Politics. Beyond Borders. Mercy before Judgement. Mercy before Reality. Mercy and Compassion. Diseases that can be prevented. Diseases that can’t, but can be managed. Love, Compassion, Understanding. Hugs. Sorrow. Pain. Sharing. Forgiveness.

Love.

The single most powerful word in ANY language today. No matter what you say or do, Love represents the highest and most complete human emotion. It encompasses a range of emotions; sadness, joy, care, tender, protectiveness, anger, jealousy… Unlike hatred, which is a single negative emotion (though deep), when you love someone, you tend to express more than one emotion. It’s like a whole package that becomes so much more when you have it in full measure instead of half.

Love, as we all know, comes in many forms and sizes. The most common, of course, is romantic love, but love for humanity, for friends, family, strangers… This love is far more powerful. In the movies, in the media, it is almost always romantic love that is emphasised, but how many people you know love more than just their partners? How many do you know would be willing to leave their partners to pursue their passions? Romantic love does not affect the world, not even if you’re a statesman. In this day and age, romantic love is a matter between the lovers and their families, no one else (close friends count too).

Compare that love to all other types. Love for her child prompts many women to take decisions into their own hands and leave their abusive husbands/partners. Love for friends prompt others to honour that friend. Love for country prompts many to speak out against her, if only to try and change/stay her course. Love for God/Faith/Religion prompts people to kill themselves to spread the word; on the opposite side, it prompts others to live their life in service/helping others.

Love has changed the world, but not in the way most people think. Offering mercy, consolation to those who need it, is one of the smaller expressions of love. How many lives would have been unnecessarily lost if we held on to our prejudices? Despite the Hypocritical Oath, many doctors prefer to pick and choose their patients. They withhold treatment, discourage their patients from seeking alternatives, judge people by their behaviour.

Yet at the core of this, there are many more who hold true of the Hippocratic Oath. Many who, when the call goes out, rush to the aid of others without thinking of cost, of danger, of timing, of season (except to get leave from their respective employers). They give more than their aid; they give themselves. They are rarely seen except in times of desperate need, and they are almost always among the first to respond when the calls go out (especially in the South East Asia region).

Help Rainbows and Butterflies Support Mercy Malaysia.

As a side note, I’m pledging to both Mercy Malaysia and Makna (ChanKelwin.com ). What about you? For a complete list of the Lunatics taking part in Blogathon, have a look-see here.

Mental illness is not something to be taken lightly. At its worst, it leaves victims that affects not only the actual victim, but the people around them. Their reach is more than just the people who are close friends and acquaintances, but are also those who met them briefly. The loss of them is painful, and anyone who commits suicide should be aware that when they die, they’re probably leaving more sadness and anger than they realise. Mental illness isn’t something to scoff at; its effects are far more wide-ranging and devastating than most know, even if they leave no mark on the body.

Panic attacks are one of them. So is clinical depression. ADD is another.

We all have our ups and downs, but always being in a hole is significantly much harder to get out of when you have been there a long time, and you can’t grasp the walls long enough to pull yourself out. In the end, what remains are tantalising glimpses of the world above, one that takes them a long time to reach.

But in the well, you’re not alone. There are small, tiny demons that feed on your insecurity, and given time, they become large ones that may devour your soul. Escaping from the demons often mean escaping from the well, yet these demons may chase you down and stuff you back into the well. Often the reason for the chase can be minimal, but it’s a lifelong battle for many. And the cost of giving into these demons can range from passing them down to your children, to the ultimate pain; suicide.

I know of one girl who’s seriously contemplating suicide because of her depression; therapy’s helping but barely. I know of at least two others who have panic attacks. I know of one girl who’s actually committed suicide. She was an acquaintance of mine but a good friend of the person who inspired this post. I remember her mainly for the flourless Oreo cheesecake recipe she posted one day. I’ve not had the chance to make it yet, unfortunately. I may not.

This Blogathon, help the silent who keep on walking in this world, even though it gives them pain. Support their families by making a donation to an organisation that seeks to help these souls. Sponsor ChiQ’s friends as they raise money for the Malaysian Mental Health Association. You never know if you could end up like ChiQ.

Part of the Lead-up to blogathon:

Smiles.

They are one of nature’s most precious gifts among humans. Smiles, after laughter, is one of those actions that touches the art. It holds many nuances, and there are, I believe, no two smiles that are alike. More than anything else, I think, it’s one of the few actions that can carry emotional meanings with each exchange. A smile has more than one meaning, unlike a frown. While frowns are almost always associated with negativity, smiles can be anything from mischief to joy, to wonder, to happiness. Is it any wonder then, that smiles are often more prized than frowns?

For a child NOT to have the ability to smile is a tragedy. More than that, it’s something criminal. For us, we may think that a smile does not have any worth, but they do wonders to a child’s self-esteem. A smile offered in friendship is one of the most precious gifts and sights a child will experience. The lack of this can make a child feel ostracised, an outcast, a pariah. No one knows better than someone who’s actually gone through it.

Cleft lips surgeries are one of the easiest facial surgeries performed, and the wonders they do is simple beauty. Help Tense help others ride the Smile Train. Give the gift of a smile to a child today.

Blogathon Write Up

July 22, 2007

This is a series of articles (I hope) that will make you consider pledging for Blogathon. As I won’t be around then to lend my support directly, I hope this helps.

I was walking in Midvalley today, on the way to San Francisco, when I turned and saw the lift doors opened. A harried young woman came out, pushing a rather stern-looking younger boy out. The first impulse I had was to go over him and tell him, “Get well soon,” till I saw his legs. The second thought was that they might not have appreciated it. There was this certain air about him that defied sympathy.

Barely three seconds after that, I saw this chubby toddler run to his mother with this huge smile on his face and laughter in his voice as she held her arms open. He grabbed a hand of hers and tried to pull her inside a nearby bakery. She laughed and followed him in. It was an impulsive gesture, but it made me think very hard. That child was blessed that he could show his wonder, his delight, his emotions in such a carefree and spontaneous gesture. What about children who were born crippled? How would they show their delight, their wonder? Would they be deprived of the usual sensory experiences we had when we were kids?

As I sat down in San Francisco, my mind drifted back to Peter Tan. Peter is one of those people who perseveres in the face of adversity, who isn’t afraid to show he’s human. The disabled don’t want our pity, nor our sympathy. They want to be accepted as normal people. They want to contribute to society, not be a burden. They want to be independent, not dependent. They have their own dignity and pride, and it’s time that we acknowledge them as such. They don’t want to live off handouts.

This then drove my mind to a Petronas Merdeka ad, the one about the old man advising the young boy about buying shoes. He wore a prosthetic leg, having lost his real leg, but that did not stop him from walking. One of my favourite moments in that ad is when he plays football as a child, and when he kicks the ball, his leg went flying as well. While it was hilarious, it was heart-warming to see the children return the leg to the boy. That was not the scene that stuck in my head though. The scene that came to mind was when the young boy was helping his mother, and there were some men who came to inform the mother that there were government programmes that would help the boy by giving him money, which the mother declined.

Independence is something we should all value. It’s important not only to teach an adult how to be independent, but perhaps more importantly, how to teach a child to be independent. Programs should not only focus on helping the person get through their current difficulty, but they should focus on teaching the person the skills they will need to survive. That’s why programmes offered by the likes of Eden Handicap Society is so important. From walking to running is but a simple step, but you need to learn how to stand, and that may be one of the most difficult skills to learn.

However, don’t forget the children, two of whom inspired this post and series. Children are dying needlessly in the world today because the medicines they need to conquer common childhood diseases are not widely available where they are. Children are spending long, cold nights in the hospital due to diseases which we’re still trying to find a cure for. Children are dying needlessly.

So this Blogathon, open your hearts to the bloggers who are doing it, and your wallets (if you can afford it) to the causes they support. Take a moment to have a look at Eden. Remember the children at Unicef. Lend some support for the Association For International Cancer Research.

Sponsor the bloggers and their causes. To check out the full list of causes being supported, or to sign up as a blogger, check out the list here.

Spread the word.

There are those who run the race of Life for themselves. Then there are those who run the race in remembrance of those who have passed on. There are those who run the Race of Life by helping others to run the race. There are those who run the race literally, helping others along the way with words, support, their presence.

Each of us runs the Race of Life in our own way, our own time, our own reasons. Yet the most precious races seemed to be run by those who run not for themselves, but for others. Participating in the race is always the easiest, but for some, to lend support to the runners is the hardest bit to do.

This year, make a difference. Help others run the race. Help the cause that means the most to you. Spread the word, spread the awareness. If you can, spread your wallets as well. On July 28, Blogathon 2007 begins. If you are unable to lend your support with money, then spend some time talking to these courageous (and will-soon-be-sleep-deprived) souls.

Each button will take you to another blog that’s going to be doing the insane thing and stay up for 24 hours for Blogathon. If you can’t donate, won’t you stay up and join them to cheer them on?

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Blogathoners, get ready!

Sponsors, prepare your online accounts!

If you need info, check out here and here and some reasons why for doing it here.

I can’t donate this year, nor can I do the actual blogathon, but if you need someone to fill in for you, then lemme know and I’ll help. It kicks off at Saturday, July 28th.

LET’S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD! LEEEEEEEEE… Wait a minute… THIS. IS. BLOOOOOOOGAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!!! /obligatory Spartan reference

*Gets bricked*

Edit: Stupid me. I forgot, I won’t be around on that date due to a family trip. NOOOO!!

GWARGH

July 30, 2006

This is the reason why I can’t do blogathon. I get distracted easily.

But hey… I’m still awake… for a little while at least. ^_^

Edit: I leave comments on people’s blogs so that they don’t feel alone. If you’d rather I not, let me know. ^_^

BLOGATHON BEGINS!

July 29, 2006

And being the insane little person I am, I’m staying up as long as I can to support these people (AND try to finish some work up, which doesn’t look like it might happen).

First post I’d like to answer is John’s, who posted this at Yvonne’s blog.

Why do I write?

One, it’s because I love writing. I love seeing worlds come to life.

Two, because I love playing with words. To me, there is possibly no other profession that gives me as much joy and pleasure as writing.

Three, and perhaps the most important of all… Because there’s a story inside of me that’s waiting to come out. There’s are these people who REFUSE to let me live my life without bringin me into their own part of the Universe.

Everyday, I converse with them.

Everyday, something new comes up, and we end up talking about the History of the World they grew up with.

By now… I know who are the main characters, the ones whose stories have been unfolding. They’re fluid for one thing, but I know who’s who, who does what, why they’re there… I’ve got the background story, it’s just the present that needs to be flushed out.

And hey, it’s a relatively fun trip. After all, I may be insane, but insanity’s best shared with friends, right?