The joy of posting your 50th post

My o levels are this year, my mum telling to study SS notes, and study, A word that I hear a lot is 'study'.

Why is it when you are tired, like say after a camp, and your thinking of all that had happened, and your remembering all the funny stuff, and then you go home, slump onto a chair, and realise how quiet the house really is, and how dark it all looks, and then you start to feel depressed because you know that all the excitement is gone, over with, and you have to go back to your normal and very good life, and then you start to cry like mad.

How you stand by someone and watch them die? A know a man who knew he was going to die, he knew, and he told his wife to keep quiet about it, to not tell any of his family members, because he knew that he will be a burden to his family.

His wife, a Chinese, was devoted to honouring her husband. She listened to his wishes.

He knew for three years that he was going to die, and on her birthday, there was food, good food, and he loved food, so he ate. And his wife, told him, he shouldn't eat. And he wanted crab. Crab. Everyone in my dad's side loves crab, I understand why he wanted it.

Under a strict food diet for three years, food all around, crab in front of him, he wanted it. So his wife told him that he shouldn't eat, but he just said 'Namine lah.' (Never mind, Lah is a Singaporean interjection). So she broke the crab, she took out the flesh and gave it to him.

He went into the hospital four days later. His daughter asked him if he wanted to go through dialysis, He said no, he did not want to have the operation. His organs just shut down one by one, he fell into a coma, and then he died.

"We will all die, just not today. So worry about it when it threatens, and except it when it comes." A wise man (with the help of his wife!).