Mungkin mempunyai kecerdasan kinestetik yangi tinggi.
Kecerdasan kinestetik ataupun biasa disebut body smart ini ialah kemahiran dan bakat yang sangat istimewa. Cuma yang sedihnya ramai anak dengan bakat ini disebut sebagai nakal dan juga anak yang tak reti duduk diam.
Anak yang ada kecerdasan kinestetik ini memang belajar dan meneroka dunia melalui pergerakan tubuh dan anggota badan. Anak yang tinggi kinestethic intelligence ini dikenali sebagai tactile learners.
Tactile learner suka belajar menggunakan deria sentuhan.
Si comel kita yang tak reti duduk diam itu kemungkinan seorang tactile learners yang mana mereka perlu melompat, belari, berjoget dan berguling-guling untuk menukarkan informasi dan ilmu itu kepada memori yang tertanam kukuh dalam otak mereka.
Ibu bapa dan cikgu pun perlu faham yang seorang anak yang mempunyai kecerdasan kinestetik yang tinggi ini memang susah nak belajar hanya melalui kuliah, ceramah dan demonstrasi yang mana mereka terpaksa duduk diam saja. Mereka senang jadi bosan dan muram. Jadi kalau nak mereka belajar, kena bagi mereka aktiviti yang membuatkan mereka bergerak.
Banyak ciri-ciri anak yang mempunyai kecerdasan kinestetik yang tinggi ini antaranya:
Mereka suka aktiviti yang libatkan fizikal seperti berenang, naik basikal, melempar bola, tangkap bola dan berlari.
Mereka jenis yang sensitif dengan persekitaran mereka, mereka menghargai tekstur benda yang dipegang.
Mereka tak takut tangan mereka kotor dengan debu dan tanah. Mereka sangat suka dengan cabaran fizikal apabila buat sesuatu.
Anak yang ada kecerdasan kinestetik yang tinggi ini kalau digilap dengan cermat suatu hari nanti mereka berpotensi untuk menjadi seorang atlet sukan yang tangkas sehinggalah kepada pekerja yang cekap dan mahir.
Jangan pandang rendah pada bakat dan kecerdasan anak kita ya!
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Nak tengok anak kita visual learner ke tak ini senang sahaja :
1. Cuba kita ajar anak kita sesuatu, cukup ke dengan cakap di mulut saja? Kalau dia perlu kita demonstrasi atau tunjukkan cara di depan mata, itu antara tanda-tanda visual learner.
2. Cuba tengok mata anak kita masa kita ajar dia sesuatu, anak mata dia pandang ke mana? Kalau anak mata itu selalu pandang ke atas seolah olah berkhayal ataupun fokus pada pergerakan tangan atau lakaran kita, itu pun antara tanda- tanda visual learner.
3. Visual learner ini biasanya sangat suka membaca sebab dia suka tengok gambar, tulisan, carta, peta dan lain-lain.
Tips : Nak asah bakat dan ajar anak visual ini jangan bebel aja. Dia tak akan dengar pun. Sesekali jelaskan dengan pergerakan tangan, lakaran di kertas ataupun tunjukkan depan dia tutorial nak buat sesuatu benda itu.
RAMAI BETUL TAK TAHU JAJAN INI BAHAYA SEBENARNYA
Baru-baru ini saya ambil anak saya daripada tadika. Yang peliknya anak saya tak nak berenggang dengan beg galas dia. Saya pula rasa pelik dah. Bila saya buka aja beg dia..
Ya Allah! Penuh dengan jajan!
Hari pertama beg dia penuh dengan bungkusan jajan berperisa jagung. Saya urut dada. Tak apalah. Mungkin cikgu dia tersilap masukkan kot. Hari kedua dan ketiga selepas itu pun masih dapat jajan lagi. Bermacam-macam perisa, siap dapat lolipop lagi! Saya tak boleh berdiam diri lagi. Saya terus jumpa cikgu tadika anak saya itu.
Saya tak marah pun cikgu itu cuma saya tanya elok-elok saja, “Cikgu, kenapa banyak sangat jajan dalam beg anak saya?”
Cikgu itu macam agak cuak jugalah sebab dia kenal saya. Dia cakap ada pelajar yang sambut hari lahir jadi bahagi-bahagi jajan itu pada semua pelajar tadika. Saya terkedu.
Maka di sini saya nak bagitahu keburukan jajan ini kepada semua, terutama untuk kanak-kanak. Mungkin ada yang belum tahu.
Jajan – makanan yang tinggi kalori tapi tiada nilai nutrisi.
Kanak-kanak yang suka makan jajan terdedah kepada risiko penyakit kronik seperti kencing manis, kanser, strok dan juga penyakit kardiovaskular sebelum umur 30 tahun.
Lebih parah lagi kalau kanak-kanak sudah terdedah dengan jajan sebelum umur 3 tahun. Ikut kajian daripada Universiti Bristol, kanak-kanak yang terdedah dengan jajan sebelum umur 3 tahun akan memberi kesan pada perkembangan IQ kanak-kanak itu.
Walaupun mungkin selepas itu ibu bapa dah tersedar dan cuba ubah balik gaya pemakanan si anak sebelum umur 3 tahun itu, namun agak terlambat dah. Sebab perkembangan otak paling progresif dalam 3 tahun pertama itu. Kesannya seumur hidup.
Jadi kepada ibu bapa, pantau apa yang anak kita makan ya. Zaman sekarang ialah zaman yang mana ‘penyakit orang dewasa’ dah mula menyerang kanak-kanak. Inilah zaman yang mana umur 20 tahun pun dah ada yang kena potong kaki dan umur 30 tahun pun dah kena strok dan serangan jantung.
Saling ingatkan pasangan dan keluarga kita sekali ya. Sama-sama kita jaga keluarga kita.
NOTA PARENTING 27
Suami Merokok Tapi Nak Tegur Macam Mana?
Forward fakta ini kepada suami anda.
Bayi yang terdedah dengan asap rokok ini, risiko untuk meninggal mendadak dan tiba-tiba itu meningkat!
Ini namanya Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS). Biasanya si bayi itu meninggal ketika tidur. Jadi, tolong jauhi asap rokok daripada bayi anda ya!
When I go against what is deemed acceptable conduct, I not only get looks of disapproval but am also showered with chiding remarks. Buat malu mak bapak. Buat malu Melayu je. Tak malu ke perempuan tapi macam jantan.
I have lost count of the number of times I have been advised on my behaviour, even when I am just sitting down and trying to exist discreetly in a corner during social gatherings and family events.
You should be demure, they say. You should be gentle, if they see me acting rowdy or rough, benchmarked against their standards of course. You should be soft-spoken when I talk or laugh a little too loudly. You should be more ladylike. You should not curse; imagine the synchronised shaking of heads and aghast looks when this potty mouth leaks curse words. You should not smoke. Are you smoking because you are stressed? Can’t I smoke because I want to?
They also tell me that I should not speak unless spoken to. Jangan menyampuk bila orang tua tengah berbual. Jangan menyampuk bila orang lelaki tengah berbual. Jangan nak memandai. How do I keep myself from saying something when they are expressing problematic views that I strongly disagree with and do not want the young ones to think are acceptable? Do you keep quiet when you hear people say, Tak sempurna orang perempuan kalau tak ada anak? or Tak ada maknanya orang perempuan belajar tinggi macam mana pun kalau tak reti nak masak?
Another area that almost always gets policed is my dressing and fashion choices. They tell me I should wear more colours and when I do, I get rebuked – a tudung girl should not be wearing too bright a colour; it attracts attention. When my clothes are tight they would notice and when my clothes are loose they would point out. Hard to please people, eh? They tell me I should fashion my tudung longer (and if it’s too long I’d be chided) and that I should not show my ankles and my wrists should be covered.
Why exactly, may I ask? Will men get turned on from seeing my exposed wrists or ankles (given that the oft-quoted reason I get is that I need to cover my aurah10 from the eyes of a non-mahram)? Does that not then signify a problem with them and not with me? Are they not supposed to lower their gaze?
I never volunteered to be put under public scrutiny but for as long as I can remember, people around me have been telling me what I should or should not do and what I can or cannot do. The best part – all these comments are unsolicited, from my own makciks and pakciks to the random ones I bump into on the streets, both from within and outside the community.
Thank you for taking the time to police me bodily and morally, but I need you to know that my body belongs to me and, trust me, I do not go out of my way to deliberately shame my parents, women, the Malay community, the Muslim ummah or any other groups.
I have never signed up to be a roving ambassador for women, for Malays, for Muslims or other identity tags. I represent me, myself and I. I represent my own identity – a couple of different social identities amalgamated into one vessel of being. If I fall short of any of your expectations, the fault is mine and not because I’m Malay, Muslim or others of the ilk.
My body belongs to me. My body is not public property.
For the most part, Diyana is a graduate student. She devotes the rest of her time to stuffing her face with food in the company of family and friends.
1 Bringing shame upon the parents
2 Bringing shame upon Malays
3 Aren’t you ashamed you’re a lady but behave like a man
4 Do not butt in when the elders are talking
5 Do not butt in when men are talking
6 Do not be a smart alec
7 A woman is not complete/perfect if she does not have children
8 There is no point in a woman being highly educated if she cannot cook
9 Head covering worn by Muslim women
10 Typically used to refer to parts of the body that a Muslim should cover with clothing
11 Any relative of the opposite sex that a Muslim is not allowed to marry
12 Aunties and uncles
13 The whole community of Muslims
LET THERE BE LOVE
“Who kicked a hole in the sky
so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun
in a world come undone at the seams?”
Oasis blasting on my stereo while I am lying on my bed, filling my ears with this tune to drive away the negative load on my mind.
“Pray or you’ll go to Hell!”
“You’re a Muslim and you have tattoos?”
“You drink and you call yourself a Muslim?!”
These are words that can hurt one’s heart more than a sword. It got me thinking. What is a true Muslim? How to be a proper Muslim? Am I fit to be one?
In the eyes of God’s creations, a good Muslim is the one who prays a lot, visits the masjid1 often, recites the Quran well, and dresses appropriately. However, what if someone does all these things and then is harsh to others? What if the person is judgemental and puts others down instead of helping them? What if the person is selfish?
What about character? Doesn’t that show how a good Muslim is?
“Let there be love
Let there be love”
Oh, Oasis. I want what you want. People are dying inside every day. You can’t feel love from the tongues that hurt us. Judgements are made and passed on easily. It’s like it’s free of charge to let the negativities grow but there’s a price to pay for positivity to spread.
“Come on baby blue;
Shake up your tired eyes
The world is waiting for you
May all your dreams fill the empty sky”
And I do what the lyrics sing. I sit upright on my bed. I look around, and something catches my eye – a black shawl.
My body drags me towards the shawl hanging by the window, taking it along with me to the full length mirror. I look up and stare at the girl standing in front of me.
“And if you don’t let go,
It’s gonna pass you by”
That’s the thing – letting go. If I don’t let go of those words, I’m not allowing myself to heal with time. Words can wound, and the scars can grow bigger and deeper, until there is no hope of healing.
There are a few more lines in my reflection screaming at me:
“Don’t you know how to wear the hijab properly? Your bosom is showing!”
“You call yourself a Muslimah? Where’s your character?”
“Wearing skinny jeans and tudung?2 You think this is fashion?”
Those words just pierce into me deeper. The scars harden.
Nobody understands our journey except God. It is not easy to be the “perfect” Muslim. However, if we turn around our mindset, the healing can happen. This is the culture of our community – bringing down one another is how we make each other stronger. Insults and criticisms are not the enemies. They are the training swords that help us gain inner strength.
“Let there be love
Let there be love”
I put the shawl in the cupboard by the mirror and pull out a pair of jeans and put them on. Then my legs just bring me down to the floor, and I sit there looking at myself in the mirror till the song ends. As the next song comes on, I breathe in hard. I ask myself — What should I do to improve myself? What should I do to be a better person? For God?
“Maybe we’re different, but we’re still the same
We all got the blood of Eden, running through our veins
I know sometimes it’s hard for you to see
You come between just who you are and who you wanna be
If you feel alone, and lost and need a friend
Remember every new beginning, is some beginning’s end”
Bon Jovi’s right. Every new beginning is some beginning’s end. It’s time for a new beginning, a change in life. A change in one’s perspective. A change for God. With God’s help, I have to come out stronger. I cannot keep crumbling and falling till I go underground. I touch the reflection of the girl in the mirror. I admire the beauty that God gave her.
I have to get better. I will build myself up for God. I will do it for God. My living is for God. Why do I do it for God? Because God is easier to impress than humans. Even a tiny good deed is seen and rewarded by God, and God forgives instantly when we ask for it. God is the One who is in control of one’s heart. So why look for praise from God’s creations when there is the Creator Himself to turn to?
I look again at myself. Breathing hard and suddenly, words ringing loudly in my ears:
“You look old in those. You gotta loosen up some. Don’t lose the dignity of a woman.”
“Black is dull. Why won’t you wear colourful clothes?”
“You look weird covering your face. Why do you need to wear that?”
There they come again. Words. Attacking. When you’re trying to impress God. His creations keep attacking.
However, the wounds heal faster. I become numb to the words. I become immune. Why? Because God helps to strengthen my faith in Him. He beautifies my heart. He changes it and removes any impurities in it. For God responds to harsh words with kind words. Our responses to those who attack reflect our character, not their judgements.
“When everybody’s in, and you’re left out
And you feel your drowning, in a shadow of a doubt
Everyone’s a miracle in their own way
Just listen to yourself, not what other people say
When it seems you’re lost, alone and feeling down
Remember everybody’s different
Just take a look around”
It is indeed God’s mercy that helps me pull through. He conceals my weakness and faults, and He makes it easy for me. Why? Because I know that God loves me. For love, I obey Him. However, who am I to judge others when their hearts do not belong to me? The clothes I wear do not define how pious I am. They just define how much I treasure this body to not allow it to be seen by outsiders.
I stand up, open the cupboard and pull out a long black jilbab3 and a face covering. I close the cupboard and I put them on. I look into myself in the mirror as I put on this clothing, this covering. I never felt so free.
“When you wanna give up, and your hearts about to break
Remember that you’re perfect
God makes no mistakes”
That is true. God makes no mistakes. God is the ultimate perfection. He creates what He wills. It is simply whether we are able to accept ourselves. The journey of repentance may not be easy at first; there are things happening that will try to stop us. But with God’s help, if we try to move ahead crawling, God comes to us running. The miracle of God – He lightens our burdens and grants us the strength to face this world. In a society that shows off sexuality and body shapes, God is there to help us stand out and show what modesty is. We are what we are created for.
“Welcome to wherever you are
This is your life
You made it this far
Welcome, you gotta believe
Right here, right now, you’re exactly where
you’re supposed to be”
I am a girl who believes that life is a journey from time to time. I believe that God is the One that allows us to experience every moment in life. I believe that God is in control of putting love in people’s hearts.
2 Head covering Muslim women wear
3 Head covering worn by Muslim women
As for today readers, we will have a close-up on one of our self publisher. Who is that author? Keep scrolling!
Recently joining our portal as self-publisher, Nurnazida Nazri has been teaching law at university for more than 10 years. As a lecturer, she cares a lot about her students’ well-beings and is very close to them. She believes that students are teaching and guiding her about life, which is more valuable than lessons she has taught in class.
Her first book, Submitting to Allah and Berserah Kepada Allah (Malay edition) were inspired from her childhood memories of her grandmother. It inculcate readers to never give up and leave everything to Allah for whatever problem that you encounter in life.
Here are the questions that we asked her…. Check it out readers!
Who inspire you the most to write?
My students and the surroundings. I am a lecturer and I deal with students everyday. Without them knowing, I observe each and everyone of them. They come with different background and stories and that inspired me to write.
What is your favorite food?
Assam laksa! With extra prawn paste
Who is your favorite author?
I do not have specific author in mind because I read books based on the titles and their stories, but for chick lit genre, my favourite author is Sophie Kinsella.
What is your favorite novel?
Autobiography novels. I do read this kind of novels a lot.
Do you have a pet?
No, I can’t even be near cats! Terrified of them, hehe.
If you are given a chance to travel for free, where would it be? Why?
If it is free, definitely Europe. I heard amazing stories about Europe. Oh can we go to Egypt too?
Do you have any plan on your upcoming books? Briefly tell your readers on what will it be about?
At the moment, I write motivational books and also legal series. I love writing books on these genre and I think will continue to increase the number of books written under these two genre. I receive good feedback from the customers for my motivational books that motivates me to write more.
Do you have any message for your readers?
Please support my books and I would love to hear comments from all the readers. You can see the message embedded in each books – DO NOT GIVE UP!
Lastly, what do think of the Malayasian law?
I personally think that a large number of Malaysian law are already comprehensive. The law was drafted with careful considerations and wisdom. However, the dilemma starts at the moment of enforcing them. Since we have different bodies that passed the law and different bodies interpreting it, this is where the legal flux starts.
Now, we hope that you know her better and we hope she will continue inspire other with her stories! Good luck to Nurnazida!
For those who are looking for her eBook, here are the links:
My first task given by the Head of Programme was to teach the Part 1 Diploma students. She reminded me that I was about to teach a group of students who have no background in law at all, and they are still fresh from high school. I had to treat them like a piece of white canvass, and I was the one who had to paint pictures on that canvass.
The Head of Programme also told me not to expect much from them and it was going to be different from teaching real law students. These are the students who do not even know the difference between a plaintiff and a defendant, and would also not care much to learn about it;
especially when the only reason they were learning law was because it is compulsory for them to pass in order to receive their Diploma.
I went to the first class with a high level of anxiety that I could listen to my own heart beating. I started the class by introducing myself and asked them to do the same. After that, I proceeded to explain the topics that we were going to learn for that semester. All of them had taken down what I had written on the whiteboard and their eyes were glued to me with interest. “Wow, this is not as hard as it might seem”, I thought to myself. At least I could get their attention in class. Everything else would fall back on that.
Unfortunately, they started to reveal their true selves’ weeks later. I found out that language was a major barrier for them when understanding the lessons that I taught. Sometimes, I spent more time than I had planned to on just one topic. This was because I had to translate
every single word in the notes to them. There were times when I thought maybe I
was also an English Lecturer as well.
I had known for a fact that the results of these students before they had entered the university were not very outstanding. That was the reason why they were doing the course. Their grades for English was far from excellent. I knew I had to have more patience when dealing with
them. Apart from the language, they were very obedient students, always eager
to learn new things and would give me 110% of their attention in class.
I received an SMS one day from a student named Zin. He said that he was on his way to see me to ask me about something. He came to my office bringing his notes, a pen and a yellow highlighter.
“Miss, I am going to ask you something but please do not be angry”, he pleaded.
I looked at him blankly because I did not know what to expect. Then he asked me
the question that had him confused all this while, “Miss, what does law
actually mean? Does it have another word in Malay?”
I was stunned for a few seconds. I was not sure whether to laugh or be angry. I studied his face. I knew that he came from a rural area in East Malaysia, but he was also very proud of his roots. He was always telling me about his small village that he lived in. Whenever I asked
for volunteers to answer the tutorial questions in class, Zin’s hand would be the first one to shoot up. I told myself to give him a chance. It was clear from his face that he was not joking when he asked me to translate the word ‘law’ to Malay.
So I told him, “Zin, you are now in the university. There will be no spoon-feeding from the lecturers. As much as I want to help you translate everything, you must also help yourself first. Get yourself a dictionary. A simple one would do, and try to make your own notes”.
I showed him my own copy of the dictionary. It was my sister’s. She got it as a
gift from her school for getting the highest marks in Math.
One week later, I received another SMS from Zin to book a slot for consultation. Zin came to my room with a big smile, quite different from how he looked the first time he came to my office. He was excited over something and could not wait to tell me about it. “Miss, these are
the notes that I had prepared. Can you check it for me?”, Zin shoved the pile
of papers on my desk.
The papers contained the notes that I had given the students in class, but were all translated to the Malay language. Zin had taken my advice and bought himself a dictionary. Since his English was quite bad, he had translated every word in my notes so that he will understand
the lessons. By looking at the notes, I knew that it could not be a week’s
effort. So I asked him, “How long did you take to prepare all this? You came to
see me last week. You could not have finished all this within a week!”
Zin’s face brightened up. He said in a happy tone, “Yes, Miss. I took one week to prepare all that. Day and night. I only slept two hours per day until I had finished translating all your notes. I
really want to score this paper, Miss. So I did this before I can understand any of them. If you say that what I had translated is correct, then I will start reading them again, and this time I will try to understand them”.
I was taken aback. I had never seen someone so determined to get what he wants and was ready to put all barriers aside. Zin knew all along that his major problem was the language. He addressed this problem and did not let it be a hindrance for learning law; even though that
would mean getting only two hours of sleep at night. While his friends were out there gossiping, loitering around and wasting their time over something else, Zin chose to fix his quandary.
Zin was over the moon when I told him that he had done a good job translating the notes and may proceed to understand and memorise them. He came to my office frequently after that to ask me to check what he had translated throughout the semester. Sometimes, I would find him
seated on the floor in front of my office while waiting for me to come back from my class. He was so determined to excel in this subject.
His effort had paid off well. He got an A
for the paper. I was also very happy and smiled all the way while marking his
answer scripts. Zin had shown me what perseverance can do to humans. One young
boy, who did not even know the meaning of the word law at first, now has an
academic transcript that would show differently. Hard work had really paid off
Perseverance is a gift that you should give to yourself if you are in doubt. Whenever you feel like you are failing, just tell yourself to give it one more try. You would be surprised at what
persistency can do to your future. When you tell yourself over and over again ‘I will certainly not be taking no for an answer’, subconsciously you are also telling your mind to keep on going and not quit. Hold on to that. Always remember, we get to harvest what we had planted.
I was in front of the lobby at a hospital. My youngest brother was admitted because of diarrhoea so I rushed to the hospital after class. While waiting for the visiting hour to start, my phone vibrated, signalling that there was a new message in my inbox. This was how the
message read, “Miss, I just want to tell you that I have decided to quit my studies. I can no longer bear all the problems that I am having now. Money is an issue for me – Ed”.
This was the message from my student Ed. I know Ed because I taught his class for that semester and he was supposed to be in his Third Year of Diploma study. I was so shocked upon reading the message that I did not realise the guard had been calling the visitors to enter the
ward. The visiting hours had begun.
I replied to the message abruptly, asking him to come and see me in my office first thing tomorrow morning. After that, I quickly walked towards my brother’s ward while my mind was still thinking about Ed. At that moment, I felt that it would be a great loss for him if he chose to
quit his studies since he only has one more year to go before he graduates. I
stopped thinking about him when I saw my brother smiling at seeing me, and was
eyeing the plastic bag of fried chicken that I had brought.
Ed came to my office the next morning as promised. I asked him what was the problem that he was having, and whether there was anything I could do to help. Ed looked at me with teary eyes, “Miss, I really do not have any more money to pursue my studies. I still did not pay
the fees even though we are now in the seventh week of the semester.”
At that moment, the very first thing that came to my mind was where were his parents or maybe siblings. So I asked him about them. He replied,
“My father married two. After the second marriage, he never came home. My mother was left to fend for herself. All my siblings are already married so they have their own responsibilities now. I am the youngest and as a son, I feel that I should be taking care of my mother and not the
other way around.”
Ed told me that he no longer had any money left to continue his studies and when I asked him whether he had applied for the alms, he said yes. He explained to me that he could not use the money he received from the alms to pay for his fees as he needed it to cover his basic
requirements. In other words, he was using the money he received from the alms
to buy food.
When I further asked him about his condition, I had to admit that he was actually in a pretty bad situation. He told me about his experience completing his practical training the previous
semester. Ed related the story to me, “Before I go to work, I will eat whatever is prepared by my mother. I know that I will not get a glimpse of food again until the end of the evening”.
Ed continued, “At the office, when everybody is going out for lunch, I will pretend that I want to go perform my prayers first. Instead, I went to the toilet to sip the water from the tap. I
did not have any money to buy food. The only time I ate lunch was when my
supervisor offered to pay for it, so I would follow him.
I tried to hide my tears listening to his story so I pretended to organise my files while asking whether he had completed his practical training report. Ed told me that he completed his report while doing his practical. Since he seldom went out for lunch, that was when he gets
to use the computer, provided for the staff, to complete his report. It had to be done that way because there was also no money to pay if he decided to type his report at the cyber café.
I told Ed that I would try to help him by telling his story to the university. Perhaps they can try to assist in paying his fees. That would at least let him concentrate on his studies for that
semester. Other than that, there was nothing I could do apart from telling him to be patient and pray that everything would eventually turn out well. I also told him to quit as a last resort, only if there was really no other way to settle the financial problem.
A month after that I flew to Melbourne to continue my studies. Later, I heard from my colleague that he had completed his Diploma and was working with a company. I smiled when I heard the news. At least Ed has a Diploma now for him to fall back on in case anything ever
happened. He contacted me a few times when I was in Melbourne through Yahoo
Messenger. After that, my laptop was attacked by a virus and I lost all the contacts I had in Messenger, including Ed.
We always take things for granted when they are right there in front of us. How many of us actually had to sip water from the tap and yet thought that our problems supersede any other problems in the world? It is clearly a selfish act just to justify our whining. Whatever life
throws at us, Ed is proof that no matter how low you go in life, you must hold on tightly to whatever you have. Keep on praying that life will turn out just fine for you, and also for everybody else.