I am sure my friends and blog followers are wondering why it has been extremely quiet on my blog, with no activity in sight and to speak of at all. To be honest with all of you, I have been experiencing severe writer's block that has rendered me unable to churn out any ideas, especially good ones worth to be put into writing. I guess this is every writer's nightmare, including yours truly.
I wish things are more smooth sailing for me, especially as a writer. However, this is life where it can be unpredictable as the weather. Thus, things have not been very much in my favour. I am trying my very best to take things as they come. Not easy to produce writings to have the whole world at my feet, like how J.K. Rowling did with the Harry Potter series. And I'll never stop wishing that this day will come in the very near future.
Wish me luck.
Showing posts with label Life's challenges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life's challenges. Show all posts
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
The BALD truth... how ladies should handle this sensitive issue
Disclaimer: The contents of this blog post may deemed offensive to some people. If you do find it offensive please navigate away from this page. I welcome positive and constructive criticisms and comments but not the ones that discredit me and/or ruin my reputation as a person and as a blogger/writer, not to mention my blog as a whole.
For many ladies, the hair is their crowning glory and plays an important part in the overall physical look. However, in this day of modern and technological edge, not to mention at a life on the extremely fast lane, the hair style should be simple enough to maintain with minimal fuss and use of shampoo, conditioner, hair styling products and hair accessories. Also, less often visits to the hair stylist.
Ladies have been going bald for ages in fact, and for various reasons too. Some of them made their personal choice - religious reasons, illness (cancer), self-expression, to support charitable causes and joining uniformed training just to name a few; however, others might have made the decision to go bald due to unavoidable circumstances.
I have kept long, medium-long, short and very short hair styles in the different phases of my life. Now, I am in my thirties, I have a very short hair style, the pixie hair cut. In fact, in a couple weeks' of time, I am planning to go for another hair cut and this time I will still maintain the pixie hair cut look, only that I will crop it extremely short and close to the scalp, preferably less than one inch in length.
For those people who know me well personally and face-to-face, you might be very surprised and may be even shocked at my action. I have reasons for this and they are very valid along the lines of practicality when I made the decision. What actually spurred me to this decision was the hue and cry that was made by an individual when she had to shave bald to attend the Fire and Rescue Training in May this year. She has since withdrew from the said training.
For most ladies who have actually gone bald and/or planning to go bald, except becoming bald because of illness especially due to cancer, where the hair lost might not regrow, doing it is normally NOT an issue unless there are hair and/or scalp problems. Not to mention if you also count the stares you get in the public, especially in Malaysia. When one is bald or virtually bald, hair grows to a reasonable length in six months, unless you are aiming for waist-length hair in a very short period.
I am saying from my personal experience, having lost 40% of mine for brain surgery several years ago. It would NOT even be an issue if I went completely bald then. Yes, I did get all the undesired stares when I was in public but that did not bother me because I know my hair would grow back properly. As I was already having short hair at that time, regrowing the lost hair was actually a cinch as I have a hair stylist who did a wonderful job in restyling my hair to blend the bald patch with the rest of the hair. Six months was all it took for my hair to be at its original state.
Most ladies, including yours truly here do look good in long hair. But once in a while, having very short hair or no hair at all can be very liberating in terms of self-expression. In fact many ladies DO actually look good bald, not counting celebrities becoming bald for acting reasons. If one has to go bald for any reason at all, there is always a choice to make, either to reject it completely or accept it as part of life's challenges.
It is time to for the society to shed the perception that only bald men look good but not bald ladies. And ladies should not be afraid to turn heads one in a while, as having very short hair or no hair at all could do some good to the general stereotypical perception of the roles females have to play in the society. It would actually be boring to see all ladies have long hair most, if not all the time. And DEFINITELY I would not mind to be one of the ladies who turns heads with her hair style. Yup, I am REALLY looking forward to going virtually bald in a couple of weeks' from now, and no I won't shed any tears because of it as this is a choice I have made.
For many ladies, the hair is their crowning glory and plays an important part in the overall physical look. However, in this day of modern and technological edge, not to mention at a life on the extremely fast lane, the hair style should be simple enough to maintain with minimal fuss and use of shampoo, conditioner, hair styling products and hair accessories. Also, less often visits to the hair stylist.
Ladies have been going bald for ages in fact, and for various reasons too. Some of them made their personal choice - religious reasons, illness (cancer), self-expression, to support charitable causes and joining uniformed training just to name a few; however, others might have made the decision to go bald due to unavoidable circumstances.
I have kept long, medium-long, short and very short hair styles in the different phases of my life. Now, I am in my thirties, I have a very short hair style, the pixie hair cut. In fact, in a couple weeks' of time, I am planning to go for another hair cut and this time I will still maintain the pixie hair cut look, only that I will crop it extremely short and close to the scalp, preferably less than one inch in length.
For those people who know me well personally and face-to-face, you might be very surprised and may be even shocked at my action. I have reasons for this and they are very valid along the lines of practicality when I made the decision. What actually spurred me to this decision was the hue and cry that was made by an individual when she had to shave bald to attend the Fire and Rescue Training in May this year. She has since withdrew from the said training.
For most ladies who have actually gone bald and/or planning to go bald, except becoming bald because of illness especially due to cancer, where the hair lost might not regrow, doing it is normally NOT an issue unless there are hair and/or scalp problems. Not to mention if you also count the stares you get in the public, especially in Malaysia. When one is bald or virtually bald, hair grows to a reasonable length in six months, unless you are aiming for waist-length hair in a very short period.
I am saying from my personal experience, having lost 40% of mine for brain surgery several years ago. It would NOT even be an issue if I went completely bald then. Yes, I did get all the undesired stares when I was in public but that did not bother me because I know my hair would grow back properly. As I was already having short hair at that time, regrowing the lost hair was actually a cinch as I have a hair stylist who did a wonderful job in restyling my hair to blend the bald patch with the rest of the hair. Six months was all it took for my hair to be at its original state.
Most ladies, including yours truly here do look good in long hair. But once in a while, having very short hair or no hair at all can be very liberating in terms of self-expression. In fact many ladies DO actually look good bald, not counting celebrities becoming bald for acting reasons. If one has to go bald for any reason at all, there is always a choice to make, either to reject it completely or accept it as part of life's challenges.
It is time to for the society to shed the perception that only bald men look good but not bald ladies. And ladies should not be afraid to turn heads one in a while, as having very short hair or no hair at all could do some good to the general stereotypical perception of the roles females have to play in the society. It would actually be boring to see all ladies have long hair most, if not all the time. And DEFINITELY I would not mind to be one of the ladies who turns heads with her hair style. Yup, I am REALLY looking forward to going virtually bald in a couple of weeks' from now, and no I won't shed any tears because of it as this is a choice I have made.
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| Source: The Star Online - June 25 2011 |
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tsunami - how well do you know this word?
These days when there is an incident of earthquake happening, especially when it is an undersea earthquake, the buzz word seems to be tsunami. Tsunami is the Japanese word for giant waves or killer waves. I have actually noticed that most people do not know the word tsunami - at least before Boxing Day of 2004. Yes, that fateful day saw a 9.1 undersea earthquake off Acheh, Indonesia triggering a monstrous tsunami that devastated many parts of Asia - Sri Lanka, India, Thailand, Indonesia and Malaysia, just to name a few.
I would like to conduct a random survey to find out how many of my blog followers actually knew the term tsunami before the one that happened in 2004. For the record and your information, I knew of the term tsunami when I was about six years old. And I did not learned it in school but by reading about it from a few encyclopaedias Dad had bought for both my brother and I.
I had also learned about the Earth's structure, volcano and earthquake from the very same encyclopaedias. My knowledge about tsunami would be further strengthened in the Geography classes I had attended when I was in junior high school. By then, the term tsunami has become a familiar word to me and I managed to have better understanding about it through those Geography classes in school.
I was quite surprised that many adults I know did not know the term tsunami before the Big One happened on Boxing Day of 2004. I am actually quite amused... this general knowledge should have been known by most people as it would most likely be a very common knowledge that could be easily picked up from various sources and/or reading materials.
You would have picked this knowledge up if you have been a very observant person and a voracious reader like me. And please respond to this blog entry if/when you can, and it does not matter where you are from.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
If I were to be reborn...
Being human in this day of age is extremely tough. If I were to be reborn, I would choose to be an animal rather than be a human. A water mammal to be exact, an Australian sea lion to be precise. The reason being I think water is the element that suits my personality and temperament. I actually LOVE to be in water because I enjoy the feeling of being in the water as it supports my body when I'm swimming in it.
The Australian sea lion is somewhat similar to a seal, the only difference the mommy nurses its pups for 18 months before she completely lets them to be totally independent. During this time, the mommy sea lion would teach all the necessary survival knowledge to her pups. Thus, the Australian sea lion has been nicknamed by the National Geographic as Ocean's Supermom.
Swimming in the ocean as an Australian sea lion would probably feels like I'm in heaven; the only concern would be that the great white shark is my ultimate enemy. I guess I would have to outsmart the great whites in order to survive to be able to reproduce and raise my pups well. And yes, I can be one fierce mommy Australian sea lion in order to fight for my pups' and that of my own right to live.
The Australian sea lions are generally playful, affectionate and loving mammals. However, they often can be quite ferocious and temperamental during mating season, especially the males. The same happens when the mommy is trying to protect her pups from harm. Yup, that seems to be very much like how I would behave.
I think being an animal, in this case being an Australian sea lion is more straight forward than being a human. First and foremost, I don't have to deal with the kind of politics humans would usually get themselves involved in. The only politics I have to get myself involved in would be the politics of hierarchy, I suppose this is necessary to determine my position within the herd. And yeah, I realise that the Australian sea lion is a very beautiful and graceful sea mammal, and not forgetting being able to live on both land and in the ocean to me is a GREAT BONUS!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Mental health - a serious issue not to be brushed aside
The Star, a Malaysian local daily has been highlighting on tragic suicide cases for the last two days. Mental health - a very serious issue but often being brushed aside due to the intense social stigma attached to it. Many of us would rather not acknowledge the fact we when may be suffering from mental illness compared to when we are suffering from some other biological disease. Not to mention, if we know of someone who is suffering from mental illness.
Mental health, like biological health should be taken seriously as brushing it aside, or worse still ignoring or avoiding it altogether could bring about dire consequences of unimaginable levels. As mental illness is often manifested in psychological aspect of one's well-being, it would very difficult for medical professionals to exactly diagnose the precise signs and symptoms of mental illness on just the first few visits by a patient. It would usually be through lengthy consultations over a period of at least three to six months that the diagnosis of mental illness could be identified.
I'm saying this from a lay person's point of view about mental health, from my own experience of knowing people suffering from mental illness. I found that by just being an empathic listener to people who are suffering from mental illness can make a whole world of difference to them. By being open-minded and receptive to the fact that mental illness is just like a biological illness, accepting and acknowledging it will be easier than most people would think. I'm not afraid to say I was initially wary and judgemental towards people suffering from mental illness.
However, I thank God for opening up my mind and allow me to be more receptive to the plight of people suffering from mental illness. It's because of this I now don't have issues to be an empathic listener and a friend to these people. At the end of the day, mental illness or not, all of us are actually created equal by God. Maybe one major difference would be some of us would have to struggle to cope with one or more chronic illnesses than others, but this doesn't mean that for those who have to cope with chronic illnesses especially mental illness, they would be less human than people who are completely free of chronic illnesses.
I suppose the key to understanding mental health and mental illness would disseminating the right information to the public. In fact, the book shown below is an excellent source of basic information on depression and other related mental disorders/illnesses in lay person's language:
Title: The American Medical Association Essential Guide to Depression
Author: The American Medical Association
Year: 1998
ISBN: 0-671-01016-6
If the public have the access to the basic information they need to know about mental health and mental illness, hopefully this can change the skewed perception and banish the social stigma often associated with it. This is important to ensure any society for that matter to move in the right direction and treat people suffering from mental illness with more dignity and respect.
What goes around comes around in the end, a little kindness and fairness goes a long way to help these people out... won't you agree with me?
Mental health, like biological health should be taken seriously as brushing it aside, or worse still ignoring or avoiding it altogether could bring about dire consequences of unimaginable levels. As mental illness is often manifested in psychological aspect of one's well-being, it would very difficult for medical professionals to exactly diagnose the precise signs and symptoms of mental illness on just the first few visits by a patient. It would usually be through lengthy consultations over a period of at least three to six months that the diagnosis of mental illness could be identified.
I'm saying this from a lay person's point of view about mental health, from my own experience of knowing people suffering from mental illness. I found that by just being an empathic listener to people who are suffering from mental illness can make a whole world of difference to them. By being open-minded and receptive to the fact that mental illness is just like a biological illness, accepting and acknowledging it will be easier than most people would think. I'm not afraid to say I was initially wary and judgemental towards people suffering from mental illness.
However, I thank God for opening up my mind and allow me to be more receptive to the plight of people suffering from mental illness. It's because of this I now don't have issues to be an empathic listener and a friend to these people. At the end of the day, mental illness or not, all of us are actually created equal by God. Maybe one major difference would be some of us would have to struggle to cope with one or more chronic illnesses than others, but this doesn't mean that for those who have to cope with chronic illnesses especially mental illness, they would be less human than people who are completely free of chronic illnesses.
I suppose the key to understanding mental health and mental illness would disseminating the right information to the public. In fact, the book shown below is an excellent source of basic information on depression and other related mental disorders/illnesses in lay person's language:
Title: The American Medical Association Essential Guide to DepressionAuthor: The American Medical Association
Year: 1998
ISBN: 0-671-01016-6
If the public have the access to the basic information they need to know about mental health and mental illness, hopefully this can change the skewed perception and banish the social stigma often associated with it. This is important to ensure any society for that matter to move in the right direction and treat people suffering from mental illness with more dignity and respect.
What goes around comes around in the end, a little kindness and fairness goes a long way to help these people out... won't you agree with me?
Friday, January 21, 2011
The pursuit of happyness
In this life where materialism and rat-race rule the day, many of us are concerned of earning as much money as possible just to fulfill our ambition of "making it in life". This is what many of us would try to define what could be called 'the pursuit of happyness'. I'm spelling happiness with a 'y' instead of an 'í' as I'm maintaining the root word 'happÿ' as it is more unique this way.
What can be defined as the pursuit of happyness? It would be a very individualistic answer. I'm sure many people would have different answer to this question, however, most people might define it as having lots and lots of money to define the pursuit of happyness. It is not very much different for me in my definition of the pursuit of happyness. Yeah, most likely having lots of money would be my definition of the pursuit of happyness, at least for now when I'm struggling to establish myself as a prolific writer.
But this definition will change over time as my view on "money is everything" is different from most people. I do not deny that money is extremely important in this materialistic world we are living in. But is money really that important to the extent some people would do just about anything to make more money? Money, to me is important up to a certain extent in life, however, there are things money just cannot buy. Life is just one of those things money cannot buy.
The shocking and untimely demise of a primary school classmate recently has gotten me thinking very hard on how I should define the pursuit and happyness in relation to my own situation in life at the moment. I still have yet to find the answer, and I neither think it would be that straight forward nor would I find it any time soon.
Ideally I would like to live a life where money is not something I have to worry about all the time and do the things I want to do without always involving money. Not to mention owning my dream cars as well (this unfortunately needs big wads of cash). Sadly it would not happen in this lifetime. I guess I'll just have to slog it out for the time being, and if Lady Luck decides to give me a big break any time soon, I'd be grateful and contented to give credit where it's due and not hog all the limelight for myself.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Living in POVERTY in This Ultra-Advanced and Ultra-Modern Time
Yup, it's a reality all urbanites must face these days, and it's all over the news everywhere. I'm no different and as badly affected as any man on the street. Even worse for me, being a highly qualified graduate is not of much help either, I'm a PAUPER TO THE BOOT! This stark realisation of reality hit me about one year ago as I was at the pharmacy wanting to purchase my regular brand of dental floss. The price of my regular brand of dental floss shot up by RM 2.00 for a 50-metre pack, from RM 6.50 to RM 8.50! And this price hike was totally uncalled for!
Rubbing salt to the already bleeding wound, dental floss DOES NOT go cheap like many other consumables during the sale season. For quite a while, I was facing a difficult situation trying to find quality dental floss that is reasonably priced and at the same time, stretching my buckeroos as far as they could possibly go. A challenge in which can ABSOLUTELY be mind-boggling!
Not helping with the skyrocketing cost of living are the prices of basic necessaties, i.e. food and clothing. And one thing that doesn't skyrocket is my salary, the amount I earn has categorised me as an URBAN POOR. Looks like I'm expected to live on fresh and sunlight by the way things are going. Not that I'm not trying to stretch my buckeroos long enough, but I'm just NOT EARNING NEARLY ENOUGH just to support myself.
It gets very depressing every time when I take a look at my payslip. I can't help but shake my head in sadness at the fact I'm earning peanuts! I'm VERY SURE there are many people around me are facing the same predicament. Yup, we can have all the first class infrastructure and facilities but the mentality is NO WHERE in par with these infrastructure and facilities. Ultra-advanced and ultra-modern time has dawned upon us but NOT necessarily making life any easier for many men on the street. Most people from the working class are finding it EXTREMELY TOUGH to make ends meet.
Even for an unmarried person like myself without many commitments are finding it extremely challenging to manage the finances based on the peanuts of a salary I'm earning. It's so mind-boggling to the extent that I wonder if I'm ever going to make it in life at all. Not that I'm choosy in getting a job but employers just DO NOT understand that the salary they pay to their workers are just NOT ENOUGH to live on. Yeah, I know they also have to balance the finances of the organisations they lead but HELLO, the workers are in need of a decent salary as one of the MAIN motivation to contribute WELL to the organisation they are working for! The decent salary they get would be able to allow the workers to achieve some financial stability in life, and hopefully the goals that they can only dream of.
Most people would be happy to make some sacrifices for the organisation they work for provided when the employers show some appreciation and gratitude to the contributions of their respective employees. I'm QUITE SURE most employers have gone through the rank and file process in order get to where they are as a leader of an organisation today. Unless they are born into a family-run organisation where the silver spoon is already in their mouths.
How many of us working class people are lucky enough to be at the top of the organisational hierarchy? Not many, I suppose. Those that were lucky enough to be at the top of the organisational hierarchy are usually not very empathic with the plight of their workers. I'm saying this from my own experience as a normal office worker as well as a manager, and so far I never had the luck to have a boss helping me to make a break in my career. One very valuable lesson I have learned from all my bosses though..... is to never be like them!
Rubbing salt to the already bleeding wound, dental floss DOES NOT go cheap like many other consumables during the sale season. For quite a while, I was facing a difficult situation trying to find quality dental floss that is reasonably priced and at the same time, stretching my buckeroos as far as they could possibly go. A challenge in which can ABSOLUTELY be mind-boggling!
Not helping with the skyrocketing cost of living are the prices of basic necessaties, i.e. food and clothing. And one thing that doesn't skyrocket is my salary, the amount I earn has categorised me as an URBAN POOR. Looks like I'm expected to live on fresh and sunlight by the way things are going. Not that I'm not trying to stretch my buckeroos long enough, but I'm just NOT EARNING NEARLY ENOUGH just to support myself.
It gets very depressing every time when I take a look at my payslip. I can't help but shake my head in sadness at the fact I'm earning peanuts! I'm VERY SURE there are many people around me are facing the same predicament. Yup, we can have all the first class infrastructure and facilities but the mentality is NO WHERE in par with these infrastructure and facilities. Ultra-advanced and ultra-modern time has dawned upon us but NOT necessarily making life any easier for many men on the street. Most people from the working class are finding it EXTREMELY TOUGH to make ends meet.
Even for an unmarried person like myself without many commitments are finding it extremely challenging to manage the finances based on the peanuts of a salary I'm earning. It's so mind-boggling to the extent that I wonder if I'm ever going to make it in life at all. Not that I'm choosy in getting a job but employers just DO NOT understand that the salary they pay to their workers are just NOT ENOUGH to live on. Yeah, I know they also have to balance the finances of the organisations they lead but HELLO, the workers are in need of a decent salary as one of the MAIN motivation to contribute WELL to the organisation they are working for! The decent salary they get would be able to allow the workers to achieve some financial stability in life, and hopefully the goals that they can only dream of.
Most people would be happy to make some sacrifices for the organisation they work for provided when the employers show some appreciation and gratitude to the contributions of their respective employees. I'm QUITE SURE most employers have gone through the rank and file process in order get to where they are as a leader of an organisation today. Unless they are born into a family-run organisation where the silver spoon is already in their mouths.
How many of us working class people are lucky enough to be at the top of the organisational hierarchy? Not many, I suppose. Those that were lucky enough to be at the top of the organisational hierarchy are usually not very empathic with the plight of their workers. I'm saying this from my own experience as a normal office worker as well as a manager, and so far I never had the luck to have a boss helping me to make a break in my career. One very valuable lesson I have learned from all my bosses though..... is to never be like them!
Friday, July 16, 2010
Driving on Malaysian Roads - Most Malaysian drivers are INCOSIDERATE IDIOTS!
The recent deaths of five individuals from the same family on the Kuantan-Segamat road sometime last June prompted me to write this blog, after a hiatus from blogging for three months. A little bit of background on my driving experience - like most Malaysians, I obtained my driver's licence after completing high school, i.e. after sitting for my Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) in Form Five. I had learned to drive using a manual transmission car and due to coordination issues I'd only managed to obtain my driver's licence after trying FIVE times in the practical driving test.
However, I did not immediately started driving right after I obtained my driver's licence because of coordination issues and also that Mom's car then was a manual transmission car, so my parents, especially Mom forbade me to drive this car as they were afraid I would land myself in trouble. And so my driver's licence was put in the cold storage for eight years. I only managed to muster the courage to REALLY drive in late 2001; but only with the supervision of Mom, after Dad changed Mom's manual transmission car to an automatic transmission one.
Apart from Mom supervising my driving sessions, I had to also undergo four sessions of a refresher course under the supervision of an instructor from a driving school to brush up my driving skills. Finally, I managed to gain enough confidence and courage to drive by 2002, and I have been driving myself often ever since. From early on, I have been instilled with the sense of responsibility and accountability by my parents in doing things like driving a car. Thus, when I get behind the wheel, I would make sure I do the necessary things so that I would have a safe journey when driving, also keeping in mind the safety of other road users I often encounter.
Throughout my almost 10 years of driving on Malaysian roads, I can conclude Malaysians are EXTREMELY RUDE, INCONSIDERATE and BLOODY EGOTISTICAL!!! Not to mention, they don't give any damn to their own and other road users' safety. This explains why Malaysia has an extremely high occurrence of road accidents, especially fatal ones. Driving is an activity that safety should be given the UTMOST PRIORITY because it involves human lives.
If these Malaysian drivers are not able to drive this message home (pun intended), it is sad to say that they are NOT FIT to drive at all. Yeah, as a Malaysian driver myself I DO have my fair share of negative habits when I'm driving. However, I try my best to keep these habits to a minimum level and make SAFETY MY UTMOST PRIORITY because I have this responsibility and accountability to other road users. Human life is valuable and I make an effort to remember other road users DO have family members like I do. Thus, my own safety and that of other road users is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT and should not be taken lightly.
I strive to be a defensive driver at all times but this proved to be very difficult as most Malaysian drivers who are generally nice people would TRANSFORM into a PSYCHOTIC MANIAC when getting behind the wheel. Ultimately when this happens, anyone who comes in contact with these psychotic maniacs would find themselves to be in the risk of danger to the extent lives could be lost when road accidents happen. Not to mention, these psychotic maniacs tend to be road bullies TO THE BOOT!
A few weeks ago, I became a victim of road bullying. Mind you the road bully had the intention to KILL me if he could do it. It was written on the BASTARD'S facial expresssion. I was badly shaken from this incident because there was no way I could ask for help... the road I was travelling was rather lonely early in the morning. And help.... to ask for it was in the opposite direction from where I was travelling, I had no choice but to keep on driving until I reached my destination. Thank God, I was able to reach my destination safely, intact in one piece.
I can say that driving on Malaysian roads requires one to possess tough mental and emotional strengths, acute judgement, as well as excellent driving and manoeuvring skills. All these qualities should be acquired NOT at the expense of the SAFETY of oneself and that of other road users. It is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT that safety should always be emphsised when it comes to driving as it involves the lives of all road users.
However, Malaysian drivers are REALLY SLOW and EXTREMELY STUBBORN to learn from their repeated mistakes of behaving like a psychotic maniac when they are behind the wheel. It is because of this attitude that sadly, many lives are lost on the road everyday. The fatalities recorded each year by the relevant government departments illustrates Malaysia has one of the HIGHEST occurence of road accidents akin to that of or worse than countries that are at war or in political conflict where lost of lives is a daily occurence.
I guess this has got to do with the third-world kind of mentality of Malaysian drivers and by this I don't mean I have an excellent first-world kind of driver's mentality, but I DO make A CONSCIOUS EFFORT to practise what I preach. And I DO MEAN WELL for the people that cross path with me daily. Unfortunately, this is not always the case for the other people concerned when it comes to driving. Life is an EXTREMELY PRECIOUS God-given gift and we should make the best out of it for ourselves and when possible, for the people who cross path with us daily.
However, I did not immediately started driving right after I obtained my driver's licence because of coordination issues and also that Mom's car then was a manual transmission car, so my parents, especially Mom forbade me to drive this car as they were afraid I would land myself in trouble. And so my driver's licence was put in the cold storage for eight years. I only managed to muster the courage to REALLY drive in late 2001; but only with the supervision of Mom, after Dad changed Mom's manual transmission car to an automatic transmission one.
Apart from Mom supervising my driving sessions, I had to also undergo four sessions of a refresher course under the supervision of an instructor from a driving school to brush up my driving skills. Finally, I managed to gain enough confidence and courage to drive by 2002, and I have been driving myself often ever since. From early on, I have been instilled with the sense of responsibility and accountability by my parents in doing things like driving a car. Thus, when I get behind the wheel, I would make sure I do the necessary things so that I would have a safe journey when driving, also keeping in mind the safety of other road users I often encounter.
Throughout my almost 10 years of driving on Malaysian roads, I can conclude Malaysians are EXTREMELY RUDE, INCONSIDERATE and BLOODY EGOTISTICAL!!! Not to mention, they don't give any damn to their own and other road users' safety. This explains why Malaysia has an extremely high occurrence of road accidents, especially fatal ones. Driving is an activity that safety should be given the UTMOST PRIORITY because it involves human lives.
If these Malaysian drivers are not able to drive this message home (pun intended), it is sad to say that they are NOT FIT to drive at all. Yeah, as a Malaysian driver myself I DO have my fair share of negative habits when I'm driving. However, I try my best to keep these habits to a minimum level and make SAFETY MY UTMOST PRIORITY because I have this responsibility and accountability to other road users. Human life is valuable and I make an effort to remember other road users DO have family members like I do. Thus, my own safety and that of other road users is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT and should not be taken lightly.
I strive to be a defensive driver at all times but this proved to be very difficult as most Malaysian drivers who are generally nice people would TRANSFORM into a PSYCHOTIC MANIAC when getting behind the wheel. Ultimately when this happens, anyone who comes in contact with these psychotic maniacs would find themselves to be in the risk of danger to the extent lives could be lost when road accidents happen. Not to mention, these psychotic maniacs tend to be road bullies TO THE BOOT!
A few weeks ago, I became a victim of road bullying. Mind you the road bully had the intention to KILL me if he could do it. It was written on the BASTARD'S facial expresssion. I was badly shaken from this incident because there was no way I could ask for help... the road I was travelling was rather lonely early in the morning. And help.... to ask for it was in the opposite direction from where I was travelling, I had no choice but to keep on driving until I reached my destination. Thank God, I was able to reach my destination safely, intact in one piece.
I can say that driving on Malaysian roads requires one to possess tough mental and emotional strengths, acute judgement, as well as excellent driving and manoeuvring skills. All these qualities should be acquired NOT at the expense of the SAFETY of oneself and that of other road users. It is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT that safety should always be emphsised when it comes to driving as it involves the lives of all road users.
However, Malaysian drivers are REALLY SLOW and EXTREMELY STUBBORN to learn from their repeated mistakes of behaving like a psychotic maniac when they are behind the wheel. It is because of this attitude that sadly, many lives are lost on the road everyday. The fatalities recorded each year by the relevant government departments illustrates Malaysia has one of the HIGHEST occurence of road accidents akin to that of or worse than countries that are at war or in political conflict where lost of lives is a daily occurence.
I guess this has got to do with the third-world kind of mentality of Malaysian drivers and by this I don't mean I have an excellent first-world kind of driver's mentality, but I DO make A CONSCIOUS EFFORT to practise what I preach. And I DO MEAN WELL for the people that cross path with me daily. Unfortunately, this is not always the case for the other people concerned when it comes to driving. Life is an EXTREMELY PRECIOUS God-given gift and we should make the best out of it for ourselves and when possible, for the people who cross path with us daily.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
E-mail scammers hijacking e-mail accounts for the purpose of con jobs
I'm sure almost all Internet users have encountered e-mail scams every now and then in their respective e-mail accounts. I have also encountered the same. However, a relatively new kind of e-mail scam has surfaced recently. And I almost became a victim of it. This happened on 29 March 2010. I was using the Internet as usual and was checking my e-mail as I always did on a daily basis.
I came across an e-mail message, supposedly sent by my friend, because I'd saved his e-mail address in the Contacts function. The e-mail message I supposedly received from him stated he was stuck in the UK for a conference and he had misplaced his wallet, amongst other things, MONEY. This email further requested me to loan him £1,300 (more than RM 6,000) so that he could settle his bills to return home to Malaysia, and that he will reimburse the amount of money I loan to him.
I found this request to be extremely weird as my friend is a professional with a very respectable reputation. He wouldn't want to borrow money from me as he is very much aware of my current situation. Here came the hard part - it was a battle between my instinct and my head and heart. I was struggling with the desire to help him as well as the desire to decline his request. Mind you, we are quite close, and this struggle proved to be a tough one.
This was what I did - I corresponded with the culprit who hijacked my friend's email account, unfortunately through my friend's e-mail account to gather more information about his "situation" in the UK. The culprit's style of writing the e-mail messages mimicked the style my friend would use when he corresponds with me through his hijacked e-mail account. However, due to my extremely observant nature, I managed to detect some irregularities in the e-mail messages.
The culprit had used some words, which were inaccurate in the context of the e-mail message. Also, he had committed numerous punctuation errors while typing the e-mail messages. I knew my friend wouldn't have commited the above-mentioned errors. Even if he did, it would be not as glaring as what the culprit had done. Not to mention, the e-mail recipient column was left blank in the first e-mail message sent to me, an obvious characteristic of e-mail scams. Last but not least, the address the culprit had given me was also wrong, it was located in London and NOT Sheffield as he had claimed.
My next move was to try to contact my friend at his workplace to confirm his whereabouts; the worst case scenario would be to get in touch with his wife; I would pull out at all stops to save this friendship simply because I value it GREATLY. I called his workplace and the staff who took my call told me that he had just walked out from his office to attend to some important matters. I then knew from this confirmation that this whole thing was a HOAX, a CON JOB! My friend COULD NOT be in two places at the SAME TIME! I left the message with his staff to have him contact me, PRONTO, either through his alternative e-mail or phone.
I really thank God my friend did in the shortest time possible and he confirmed that his e-mail account had been hijacked. I also credit my instinct for warning me about the danger of fulfilling this request, in the struggle to come up with the rational and logical decision to resolve this matter. If I'd came to a deadlock, the next step I would probably have done was to consult my parents about this issue. Although I'm legally an adult, I would often confer with my parents on issues I cannot resolve, and it proved to be a wise move as you would learn a lot from your parents' approach in resolving issues in life.
Had I given in to my head and heart I would be more than RM 6,000 poorer by now and would probably regret the irrational decision I'd made for a very long time. Also, I could have accused my friend of a crime he would NEVER EVER wanted to commit AT ALL in his lifetime. This would have destroyed our friendship, the mutual trust we have built all this while.
Lesson learned - try to be level-headed in solving issues like this. Always confirm with the person concerned if he/she REALLY wanted a favour from you. If you know the person well and both of you value the friendship, chances are he/she would be completely honest with you and would not take advantage of you; he/she would have understood why you decline his/her request. A person who values and stays true to a friendship would never ever betray you unless extremely dire circumstances forced him/her to do so.
Final point to note - always give your instinct the benefit of the doubt. From my past experiences, my instinct has ALMOST ALWAYS been right and I have learned to pay more attention my instinct when I'm faced with difficult situations.
I came across an e-mail message, supposedly sent by my friend, because I'd saved his e-mail address in the Contacts function. The e-mail message I supposedly received from him stated he was stuck in the UK for a conference and he had misplaced his wallet, amongst other things, MONEY. This email further requested me to loan him £1,300 (more than RM 6,000) so that he could settle his bills to return home to Malaysia, and that he will reimburse the amount of money I loan to him.
I found this request to be extremely weird as my friend is a professional with a very respectable reputation. He wouldn't want to borrow money from me as he is very much aware of my current situation. Here came the hard part - it was a battle between my instinct and my head and heart. I was struggling with the desire to help him as well as the desire to decline his request. Mind you, we are quite close, and this struggle proved to be a tough one.
This was what I did - I corresponded with the culprit who hijacked my friend's email account, unfortunately through my friend's e-mail account to gather more information about his "situation" in the UK. The culprit's style of writing the e-mail messages mimicked the style my friend would use when he corresponds with me through his hijacked e-mail account. However, due to my extremely observant nature, I managed to detect some irregularities in the e-mail messages.
The culprit had used some words, which were inaccurate in the context of the e-mail message. Also, he had committed numerous punctuation errors while typing the e-mail messages. I knew my friend wouldn't have commited the above-mentioned errors. Even if he did, it would be not as glaring as what the culprit had done. Not to mention, the e-mail recipient column was left blank in the first e-mail message sent to me, an obvious characteristic of e-mail scams. Last but not least, the address the culprit had given me was also wrong, it was located in London and NOT Sheffield as he had claimed.
My next move was to try to contact my friend at his workplace to confirm his whereabouts; the worst case scenario would be to get in touch with his wife; I would pull out at all stops to save this friendship simply because I value it GREATLY. I called his workplace and the staff who took my call told me that he had just walked out from his office to attend to some important matters. I then knew from this confirmation that this whole thing was a HOAX, a CON JOB! My friend COULD NOT be in two places at the SAME TIME! I left the message with his staff to have him contact me, PRONTO, either through his alternative e-mail or phone.
I really thank God my friend did in the shortest time possible and he confirmed that his e-mail account had been hijacked. I also credit my instinct for warning me about the danger of fulfilling this request, in the struggle to come up with the rational and logical decision to resolve this matter. If I'd came to a deadlock, the next step I would probably have done was to consult my parents about this issue. Although I'm legally an adult, I would often confer with my parents on issues I cannot resolve, and it proved to be a wise move as you would learn a lot from your parents' approach in resolving issues in life.
Had I given in to my head and heart I would be more than RM 6,000 poorer by now and would probably regret the irrational decision I'd made for a very long time. Also, I could have accused my friend of a crime he would NEVER EVER wanted to commit AT ALL in his lifetime. This would have destroyed our friendship, the mutual trust we have built all this while.
Lesson learned - try to be level-headed in solving issues like this. Always confirm with the person concerned if he/she REALLY wanted a favour from you. If you know the person well and both of you value the friendship, chances are he/she would be completely honest with you and would not take advantage of you; he/she would have understood why you decline his/her request. A person who values and stays true to a friendship would never ever betray you unless extremely dire circumstances forced him/her to do so.
Final point to note - always give your instinct the benefit of the doubt. From my past experiences, my instinct has ALMOST ALWAYS been right and I have learned to pay more attention my instinct when I'm faced with difficult situations.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The Pain of Losing a Loved One
Losing a loved one to death because of a preventable disease is ultimately a very harsh reality anyone has to face in life. That happened to me of the first day of last Chinese New Year, I lost my aunt to lung cancer. I could never forget the fateful day, 26 January 2009, waking up to a text message on my mobile phone informing that my aunt had passed away early in the morning. The next thing I knew I was bawling my eyes out in front of my parents as I informed them of the sad news.
My late aunt was the wife to Mom's youngest brother. We were very close from the day she got married to my uncle. I remembered talking to her about many issues pertaining to my life and personal matters, she was a very open-minded and positive person and we shared a lot of things in common. She often encouraged me to enjoy and make the most out of my youth, in fact she often reminded me that "we are only young once in a lifetime" and I should seize the opportunities that come my way for my own benefit. In fact, she was the one of the very few people in my life to tell me to work hard and play hard and at the same time enjoy life to the fullest.
My late aunt was diagnosed with advanced stage lung cancer in April 2008. However, she kept the bad news from almost all family members, both her family and Mum's family until she could no longer hide the truth. I only found out about the truth four months after she was diagnosed of this dreaded disease. The shock of receiving the bad news was beyond belief. I was too stunned to say anything upon hearing it. Not to mention, I could not even shed the tears of sadness and grief. I was in a daze for weeks on end.
I tried my best to spend more time with my late aunt as I knew the days of her trying to just be alive is severely cut short by this ravaging disease. As there was no way I can show my indescribable sadness and grief, I compensated it by being strong emotionally for my late aunt as well as my uncle and their two young sons. The sadness and grief I was experiencing was beyond what I had experienced and could comprehend from past experience. I was finding it very difficult to channel my emotions in an appropriate manner. It felt as though the sadness and grief was consuming my physical and psychological well-being.
The magnitude of the sadness and grief were only felt the week following the funeral service. The reality of my late aunt's demise hit me really hard to the extreme I have never experienced before. I was crying my eyes out; trying my best to cope with the pain from the sadness and grief I have been keeping inside me for that five months. There were no words that can describe the emotional and psychological turmoil during this difficult period of bereavement.
Unknowingly, I have fallen into the vicious cycle of complicated bereavement. This is where one experiences the bereavement process beyond its normal duration of one year. It is really difficult to describe the actual experience of complicated bereavement but if one often find himself or herself to be unable to pick himself or herself out of the normal duration of bereavement within one year, then chances are he or she has fallen into the vicious cycle of complicated bereavement. However, I know I am able to rise above the challenge of picking myself out of this complicated bereavement, as I have been tested in similar situations in the past.
Life can be very unfair especially when we have been repeatedly "bashed up" by undesirable events throughout our lives; however, the survival instincts would usually kick into high gear to ensure we would be able to rise to challenging times in our lives. It is very much dependent on how we are able to cope with and handle them in an appropriate manner. As for me, dealing with pain of losing a loved one like my late aunt will be an extremely challenging experience but with the help of the guardian angels (you all know who you are - I don't have to mention any names) in my life, it would help make it less painful for me to cope with the challenging times in the future throughout my life.
I have my all my guardian angels to thank for making this often miserable life bearable. In return, I will try to reciprocate the kindness I have received from them all this time. I guess, in order for me to survive the harsh realities of this world is to "just keep swimming.... just keep swimming" like Dory from Finding Nemo often said, without any care in the world.... to keep searching for better things that I'm really meant for in life.
My late aunt was the wife to Mom's youngest brother. We were very close from the day she got married to my uncle. I remembered talking to her about many issues pertaining to my life and personal matters, she was a very open-minded and positive person and we shared a lot of things in common. She often encouraged me to enjoy and make the most out of my youth, in fact she often reminded me that "we are only young once in a lifetime" and I should seize the opportunities that come my way for my own benefit. In fact, she was the one of the very few people in my life to tell me to work hard and play hard and at the same time enjoy life to the fullest.
My late aunt was diagnosed with advanced stage lung cancer in April 2008. However, she kept the bad news from almost all family members, both her family and Mum's family until she could no longer hide the truth. I only found out about the truth four months after she was diagnosed of this dreaded disease. The shock of receiving the bad news was beyond belief. I was too stunned to say anything upon hearing it. Not to mention, I could not even shed the tears of sadness and grief. I was in a daze for weeks on end.
I tried my best to spend more time with my late aunt as I knew the days of her trying to just be alive is severely cut short by this ravaging disease. As there was no way I can show my indescribable sadness and grief, I compensated it by being strong emotionally for my late aunt as well as my uncle and their two young sons. The sadness and grief I was experiencing was beyond what I had experienced and could comprehend from past experience. I was finding it very difficult to channel my emotions in an appropriate manner. It felt as though the sadness and grief was consuming my physical and psychological well-being.
The magnitude of the sadness and grief were only felt the week following the funeral service. The reality of my late aunt's demise hit me really hard to the extreme I have never experienced before. I was crying my eyes out; trying my best to cope with the pain from the sadness and grief I have been keeping inside me for that five months. There were no words that can describe the emotional and psychological turmoil during this difficult period of bereavement.
Unknowingly, I have fallen into the vicious cycle of complicated bereavement. This is where one experiences the bereavement process beyond its normal duration of one year. It is really difficult to describe the actual experience of complicated bereavement but if one often find himself or herself to be unable to pick himself or herself out of the normal duration of bereavement within one year, then chances are he or she has fallen into the vicious cycle of complicated bereavement. However, I know I am able to rise above the challenge of picking myself out of this complicated bereavement, as I have been tested in similar situations in the past.
Life can be very unfair especially when we have been repeatedly "bashed up" by undesirable events throughout our lives; however, the survival instincts would usually kick into high gear to ensure we would be able to rise to challenging times in our lives. It is very much dependent on how we are able to cope with and handle them in an appropriate manner. As for me, dealing with pain of losing a loved one like my late aunt will be an extremely challenging experience but with the help of the guardian angels (you all know who you are - I don't have to mention any names) in my life, it would help make it less painful for me to cope with the challenging times in the future throughout my life.
I have my all my guardian angels to thank for making this often miserable life bearable. In return, I will try to reciprocate the kindness I have received from them all this time. I guess, in order for me to survive the harsh realities of this world is to "just keep swimming.... just keep swimming" like Dory from Finding Nemo often said, without any care in the world.... to keep searching for better things that I'm really meant for in life.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Lessons to be learned from the disasters in Padang, Samoa Islands and the Philippines
The recent major earthquake in Padang and Samoa Islands and typhoon bashing into the Philippines leaving trails of destruction and lost lives should prompt many of us lucky souls living in the relatively safe areas from natural disasters to stop and examine our own lives, especially on the things we often take for granted. There are many things I can really count my blessings for, despite the serious life's challenges and issues I am now facing:
Amen to that....
- The very blessed country I live in, with virtually endless food supply to the extent where people can start discarding excess food without sparing a second thought about others who are even deprived of staple food such as rice, bread and potatoes. This also includes safe drinking water and proper sanitation. I hate to see food and water go to waste. Thus, I always make sure every morsel of food and every drop of water are utilised properly, regardless of whether I get it for free or I have to pay for them.
- Stop and smell the roses. How many of us stop and think that we should be thankful for all the things we have in our lives? I do this often but like most people, I tend to forget to 'stop and smell the roses', as I am also very much caught up in the rat race in life. One 911 survivor I know did that 'literally' on the exact time when the two planes slammed into WTC eight years ago. He decided spontaneously to stop at a nearby park on his way to his office located in WTC on the fateful day. The planes crashed into the buildings as he was enjoying the beauty of the park. On any other normal working day, he would already be in the office working furiously to meet the tight deadlines. This decsion saved his life.
- Treat other people with respect and accept them as the unique individuals they are. You will be treated likewise, if you can respect other people and accept them for their good points as well as not so good points. We are all only humans and we DO make mistakes.
- Appreciate the simple things in life. This is probably the most underrated aspect in life for most people. Even for me, until I'd experienced DEATH knocking at my door not too long ago. Now that I am still very much alive and kicking, I try my best to take time to appreciate simple things in life; for example. the beauty of a full-bloom flower and birds chirping early in the morning. You will never know what tomorrow will bring, or you if are going to be alive to witness another day.
- Treat Mother Nature with respect and never underestimate the wrath in which she can unleash. With the unstoppable rapid development around the globe, sustainable development should be the way of life for all of us. Do we want our future generations to inherit a battered Mother Nature to the extent she would not be able to function well for our family lineage? We are currently living in a vulnerable environment. It is time for us to rethink our way of life to live in harmony with Mother Nature.
Amen to that....
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Being hydrocephalic - Part 2
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| Source: www.sophysa.com |
Fast forward to 25 April 2006.... It was the date I was diagnosed to be suffering from hydrocephalus. The initial diagnosis that was done did not rule out the fact I might have brain tumour. The shock of the news was beyond description, I spent days on end crying because I was in deep despair and fear of my life and future.
I was in the midst of writing the final project paper for my Master degree studies. I was at the verge of giving up in completing my Master degree studies; my parents were ready to give their consent, seeing me suffering tremendously from the pain I was experiencing. Only one other person who did not want to give her consent to me quitting my Master degree studies. She was very determined to see me walk down the stage to receive my Master degree during the upcoming convocation in September that same year. She was my project paper supervisor. She told me that I should concentrate to complete the project paper and she would negotiate the necessary deadlines to ensure I could attend the convocation ceremony that year.
I managed to complete my project paper within the deadline set by School of Graduate Studies. Exactly one week after handing in the project paper to my supervisor, I was in the operating room to undergo the ventriculo-peritoneal shunt insertion procedure. The date was 15 May 2006. My brain just stopped thinking at the moment I was being wheeled into the operating room. I had decided that the fact I would survived hydrocephalus was very much up to GOD's will.
The procedure lasted two hours. I remembered waking up in the observation area just outside the operating room. The nurse called me, saying the surgery was completed. I saw my neurosurgeon looking at me with a concerned expression. He wanted to know if I had experienced any neurological deficits from the just concluded procedure. I remembered telling him I was fine but still groggy from the general anaesthetic they had administrered during the procedure.
The recovery period took three months. It was the toughest three months I could ever recall in my entire life. I faced numerous side effects from the procedure and I never anticipated them to happen. My doctors did not even have an inkling of the kind of side effects I had experienced. The side effects started on the third day after the procedure, which I guessed was from the general anaesthetic I had been given. I thought the side effects would have subsided after a couple or days but it dragged on for three whole months.
I felt miserable and did not think much about the fact if I was able to attend the convocation at all in September that year. Honestly, I did not even care if I pass my Master degree studies. All I wanted was a life free from pain and suffering. I had always wondered why have I got to experience so much of pain and suffering compared to many of my peers who would just breeze through their lives without experiencing much of life's challenges like I did and still do. I just wanted a life where I can be contented with all that I have and make the most out of it.
Things began to improve after the three-month recovery period. I was able to attend the convocation ceremony in September 2006. In fact, my name was one of the last names to be approve by the University Senate for convocation. My health continued to improve and I was thankful and happy I was able to attend the convocation ceremony. I think my parents felt the same way I did, after we had all been through that year. However, I felt very sad only Dad was able to witness me walking down the stage to receive my Master degree.
Looking back, it was a long and challenging journey I had faced to be where I am today. I express my utmost gratitude to my family, lecturers who have taught me during my Master degree studies, friends and doctors who have treated me for my hydrocephalus - just for being there and continuously encouraging and rooting on for me to have the will to complete my studies and lead as normal a life as possible. This big challenge almost cost me my life but I guess being able to face it at a time where death was knocking at my door needs tremendous courage and love from the people who matters most in my life. I have learned to never underestimate the power and strength of human spirit, it was the main reason I am still very much alive today and I am grateful to everyone who made it happened for me....
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Being hydrocephalic - Part 1
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| Source: www.sophysa.com |
I never thought I would become hydrocephalic. Never even dreamed of it. To me, hydrocephalus only happens to babies, i.e. congenital hydrocephalus. The fateful day I was diagnosed with acquired hydrocephalus saw my whole world came crashing down on me like a tsunami. That fateful day was 25 April 2006.
I was in the final semester of my Master degree studies, in the midst of writing the final project paper. Actually, the disturbing symptoms and signs began to appear the year before, i.e. in 2005. However, I did not take these symptoms and signs seriously. I thought they were due to the stress I had experienced while studying for the Master degree.
It all began with the symptoms of migrain-like pains and excessive sleepiness. The migrain-like pains came and went, consistent with the usual onset of migrain. However, I could not put a finger on to the fact why I was sleepy most of the time; even though I had sufficient sleep the night before coupled with naps during the day. In other words, I lacked energy and found it difficult to go through my daily rountine.
I couldn't understand what was happening to my health because the signs and symptoms I was experiencing could also be found in common illnesses. I thought I just had to live with all the pain, suffering and inconvenience associated with these signs and symptoms. However, as time passed by, the signs and symptoms became more intense and disturbing.
One of the first major disturbing signs was I tend to stumble when I walk. My legs felt very heavy and my left foot tend "get stuck" on the ground for no apparent reason. When my left foot had gotten "stuck", I would stumble and fall flat on my face without any prior warning. I also had periods where I would often black out without realising it happening. When these two major disturbing signs happened at the same time, I would find myself sprawled on the ground without remembering it happening. It happened once and I landed myself overnight in the hospital due to a bad fall I had when I was about to do some grocery shopping in town; one night in August 2005.
Lucky for me, I'd only suffered minor injuries and a good Samaritan helped send me to the hospital when it happened. Of course, at the same time I had other people around me staring and gawking as I sprawled on the ground. This incident left me feeling extremely confused as I couldn't understand why these signs were happening.... Three years later looking back at the events leading to the eventual diagnosis of hydrocephalus, I can't help feeling grateful that this diagnosis was made just in the nick of time to save my life.
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