My favourite poem on the journey of life. It gave me heartaches each and everytime I read it. Making choice is my biggest obstacle and not wanting to lose pride makes it worse.
However I am glad that I have the courage and conditions to make choices near enough to my ideal despite of turbulence at times.
Associating with the wise and compassion had helped me earn credits in life just like hitting jackpot. Thank you to all of my friends and family.
His holiness the Dalailama and Southeast Asia youths had a dialogue today. This word "warm-hearted" stabbed on my heart and tears rolled down the cheeks.
Yes, this feeling of warm-heartedness which is so close once now so far.
When I was 3, I had a neighbor whom goes to nursery with me. We jump on trampoline, walked around the school hand in hand and went home by bus. I will doze off and he'll wake me up. Mom would be waiting at the doorstep in her aprons. It was wonderful until this friend move to Taiwan and I was transferred to another nursery.
One afternoon while kids should be sleeping, I was surrounded by a bunch of kids at the staircase. A sense of fear arose and I panicked. Luckily teacher came and shoo everyone to take a nap. I was so angry and wanted to tell teacher that they want to bully me. Haha… I followed teacher to and fro but wasn't able to speak a word. I know what I want to say but I haven't learn how to speak in sentence yet. That was a helpless experience.
Later on our family moved to Myanmar. I was so happy to go to kindy! We had a beautiful playground with green grass, beautiful teacher whom had blonde hair, fair skin and classmates of different skin colors. The happiest moment in a day was when we can go to play freely at the playground.
Something happened and I'm not aware that it is "dangerous"
A kid snatched a sharp ended comb of my friend. I ran towards that kid and say "Hey, it's hers! Give it back!" That kid was reluctant to surrender, so I grabbed onto the comb and we struggled.
"Ouch!" My face is burning with pain. The sharp end of the comb slided through my chin. I was shocked by the pain but I managed to grab back the comb for the girl. I felt heroic for helping a kid that day.
When I reached home, mom saw the red, fresh scar on my chin. She jumped up and ask me "What happened?!"
"I helped a girl to get her comb back today! This is nothing" I replied proudly
"Are you out of your mind! It's dangerous to mess with sharp things. This will leave a scar on your face FOREVER!"
At that moment, I was so confused. Why am I scolded for helping people? Is this going to be a permanent scar? A sense of regret arose. Am I too impulsive?
"Next time just tell teacher, don't be a busy body. No one will appreciate if you succeeded. Even if you get hurt no one would care."
I felt so hurt. At that point of time I just felt that it's the right thing to do. I have the courage to bear the consequences and most importantly I do not think that human should be so selfish only caring about our own benefit. Friends in need is a friend in deed! Being kind to others is so fulfilling and gave me a sense of joy. I disagree with you, selfish YOU!
However, deep inside I developed a mindset to be more cautious in helping others is the future. For I wouldn't want to be scolded again.
“no…No!” I woke up drenched with sweat. Having slept fitfully since that day, I felt drained.
I would never forget that eventful day. As it was the summer holidays, Kelvin and I had taken a few days off for a vacation at Pangkor Island. We set off just before the dawn broke and arrived at the port quite early. Our car was parked near a coffee shop under a mango tree. While waiting for the ticket counter to open, we had some cappucino in the coffee shop. The salty air and the aroma of the coffee was surprisingly a perfect match. Being two early birds, we chit-chatted happily because this was our first holiday at Pangkor island.
Soon, the port was crowded. We squeezed through the crowd and bought an early ticket to Pangkor Island. Ferries were coming into the port. Some were loading and unloading goods while others had tourists on board. Our belongings were just a backpack. “Pangkor” was the ferry we were going to board. She was not gigantic but new and well furnished with Luxurious seats, air conditioners and a LCD television! How comfortable it was.
In spite of the cozy ambience, we decided to enjoy the fresh air on the deck. Kelvin loved the murmuring sound of sea breeze as much as I did. We loved each other as we are both nature’s lover. Seagulls glided above us as I clicked the camera busily. It would be the front cover of my latest collection of wildlife on Facebook.
Suddenly, a lightning tore the blue sky apart. The thunders rolled. The dark clouds conquered the reign of the blue sky. It started raining cats and dogs. The deck became wet and slippery. All the tourists ran down the deck.
“Ah!” I slipped and fell on the deck.
“The sole of your feet is bleeding profusely! Quick, head for the door!” Kelvin shouted.
He held me tight in his arms as we walked cautiously towards the door. Just before we made it to the door, the ferry pitched vigorously and both of us fell on our knees. Then, another violent pitch occured and this time, Kelvin was lost from my sight. He had fallen overboard.
“Kelvin! Where are you?” I cried in a daze.
Before I knew, I was rushing down the deck and shouting for help. All the passengers were nervous when they heard me. The captain came to me to assure me. He said that the rescue team would arrive soon but the ship had to dock at Pangkor Island. I sat down in despair. The sky was tumbling down and I almost cried my eyes out. Helpless, I could only say my prayers.
“Please, keep him in the palm of Your hands.” I whispered to God.
Finally, the ferry arrived at a shore. From afar, I saw the rescue unit running towards me. They told me that Kelvin was found alive! I cried in joy when I met him though he was unconcious. I hugged him tightly and thanked God, for ‘He’ had heard my prayers. In no time, we were sent to a nearby hospital on the Island. The doctor said that Kelvin would be concious. It was just a matter of time. I was relieved.
I hated myself for my self-centredness. If I had listened to him, this would not have happened. He had wanted to go to a hill resort. If I had listened to him, he would not be lying here, in the hospital. We would have been holidaying in Genting Highlands happily.
Just now, my family and I went to the watch "The Legend of Ip Man" at Jusco. As I just got my driving license, dad insists that I should be "The Driver of the Night". Anxiously, I started the engine and went on the busy road.
After I got through the traffics, it was a long, dark road. There were only few cars on the road. Fear crept into my heart when I almost lost a clear vision of the road. In addition, the driver behind me was flashing his car lamps to me, how annoying! Once again, the sparkles reduce my vision. Moreover, I felt very nervous when I enter the "Cow Zone".
The "Cow Zone" is a place where cows can cross the road whenever they like. Oweing to this, many fender-bender took place in this area. Most of the drivers died in the fender-bender. Though, there were other cases where both man and cows die or only cows die. "Namo Amittabha" I muttured to myself. May Buddha bless me. I do not want to die in a fender-bender with cows yet.
While I was focusing on the road, I saw a brown object on the road. "Oh no, was it a cow or was it only a dog?" I asked myself. When I got nearer to the object, I saw that it was not a cow, but a herd of cow! With all my might, I stepped on the brake and my car screeched to a halt. So as the car behind me. Phew! I stopped just in time. There were three cows and a calf crossing the road without fear. Still, I was afraid that they might charge at me as I was an annoying trespasser to them. I pumped the oil hard and zoomed away in a flash of lightning.
We were so lucky to survive from the cows' 'sudden attack'. My parents grumbled that the cows should be shot to death because they had cause many road accidents. To me, I think that our government should put more effort in solving two problems: Cow breeding and road lamps. If the road lamps are there, drivers can avoid crashing into those cows as they can see them from far. On the other hand, government should insist the cow breeders to keep their cows in their own farm or land. It is very dangerous to let their cows wandering on the road.
As a conclusion, Malaysia government never take any of these problems seriously. Why? This is because they live in the city where cows would not cross the highways or charge at them. Therefore, efficient steps should be taken by our government immediately to solve this issue in hand with the JKR department to reduce the risk of car accidents.
My previous lives end with tragedy. Each time I find a new master, bad things happen.
Now, I am in my graveyard. The world is no more my home. I need to search for another place for myself… A place for me to rest in peace.
My last memories were about my new master, Jack. He found me, and brought me home. He fed me and stroked me gently. I like him the most, I swear I do.
Jack has siblings. They are Christina and Nick. They adore me too. Although they already had a pet dog, they adopted me too. At first I thought this would be my home, but unfortunately it is now my grave.
The rain stopped and it was night now. Everything was quiet and peaceful except for my enemy—Kopi, their pet dog. I hate it. I hate it barking at me and I hate its fierce look.
Jack’s mother did not agree with Jack to keep me. Therefore, they decided to let me go. No, I would not go. This is my home, I am going to stay here and nothing could stop me!
The gentle hands put me on the icy floor. I shiverd. It was very cold and I missed the cozy feel in Jack’s house. “Please, do not leave me” I whimpered. When Jack turned his back and walk away, I prowled behind him to get back into his house.
I could not get into his house when I came near the gate. Kopi was guarding it. I hissed and yeowled at him. It seemd to work. Still, I fear that it would tear me into pieces.
Finally, it was my chance. Jack’s parents were home. I scampered toward the car and hid under it. Kopi was furious and desperate to catch me when he saw me succeeded to get in. I purred contentedly but my stomach was rumbling. I was hungry. Was there anything to eat?
Unfortunately, there was no food for me. Then I remembered that Jack had put food for me near the Kampung house where he left me. Now, I had only two choices left: To starve or to surrender.
I curled up and tried to sleep in this cold and hungry situation. After hours of nightmare, my eyes caught a glimpse of dawn light. It was going to be morning. Kopi was still very energetic but its attitude was softer now. It did not bark me that loudly. Furthermore, it tried to snif me and befriend me.
Though, cats do not get along with dogs. Jack went to school followed by his parents going to work. Kopi was taken outside and now I was left inside the gate. This was my victory.
Although I was inside the house now but I could not find any food. This would be my doom. Suddenly, Nick came home. He did not aware that I was in the house, so he let Kopi in. Oh no, Kopi must get me this time! I had to do something.
“Meow!” I leapt on Kopi and hissed at him. I felt a sudden pain in my stomach and blacked out.
I never woke up since then. My life ended again in tragedy. Why am I always unfortunate, dying at a young age? Why am I borned to be a cat, an animal? How many times do I need to repeat this kind of life? Why…Why?
