Money for Love

11.45 p.m., 22 February 2019, Friday

Mood: Happy 😁

  Today is the birth date of my dear sister. It was a fulfilling day where I planned a surprise gift for her; buying a pricey Charles & Keith bag online, making sure that the bag will be shipped on time (thank god for standard shipping where it only took 3 days to arrive #happyhands), and revising an imaginary scenario of the surprise taking place (which included me being extra by drawing the bag and writing a poem-like note at the very last minute). It all ended well, although I suspect that my sister had already hinted at the surprise gift.

  Today, I realised my utmost wish to earn lots of money in the future. Everyone loves money and I do, too and I want to earn money for the purpose of buying gifts for everyone I cherish in my life. I found that (today) I find happiness in giving especially good stuff to people. It somehow made me want to give everyone a gift as well (especially my other family members). Unfortunately, these people on my list will have to wait till I get another slip of my pay check!

  Perhaps what I felt about giving my favourite people gifts is similar as to why people donate to charities. Regarding to this issue, most of the time I find it to be just for show as the workers at the home don’t exactly do it out of love, and that the donors have far too much time in their hands. Back to the topic, I think I now know why people do charities. They want to see people happy and make the world seem a better place to live in, hoping to ease the suffering and pain of these less fortunate people, to give them a chance to be happy even just for a moment, to let them feel loved and belonged, to tell them that some people care. Such positivity should be embraced by everyone in this selfish world led by capitalism where people are never satisfied with what they have and that the people are actually valued by money!

  We should take a moment to stop what we are doing and think about our happiness. Of course, I can’t tell you what job you should do. Rather, I can tell you about the way of finding happiness just by doing the small things in our daily lives. Such small things can be just a mere act of kindness to another stranger we meet in the street. Or it can be our closed ones, whichever we prefer. This might sound absurd but such small things can be giving up a seat in the train to an elderly or even donate something to an orphanage. It might be more rewarding if we volunteer to do charity work. I believe that such acts of kindness will surely give you a hope and a dose of happiness to add colour to your life. That is what makes us move on.

Note: Forgive me for my bad writing technique T3T (basically in ALL the post entries).

Death And Birth

11.43 a.m., 16 August 2018, Thursday

Mood: Tired 😴

 Birth is something that people gladly receive. Death, is something people deemed as a dark and a sad event. Some people go through illness before passing, some just die in their sleep; the most peaceful way of passing but some people get shot and blood was splattered, while the others died in natural disasters. There are so many causes to a death, but there is only one way to birth, from a mother's womb - unless you want to include the not-so-new-technology of test tube babies.

 However, what I witnessed the most is the pathetic, pitiful and painful process to death. People grow old and are bound to die and since there is no way of escaping death's door, they either live a healthy life throughout or just one filled with problems. In most cases, people get sick which is also a sort of a time-bomb reminding us of the limited time left such as the ever-so-notorious cancers, Alzheimer's disease and diabetes. The process is unbearable to see where they suffered all the time. It is a never-ending pain.

 When they do die, they go so ungracefully because of her loved ones witnessing the stages to her death. Perhaps if no one witnessed it, it would not be so ungraceful and ugly. Some people believed that if you come into this world so grandly, you should also die gracefully and beautifully. This is why some people hire desairologist to make the dead beautiful before they really go.

 I feel sad for those who had to go through continuous treatment to the point that they had to be fed through tubes in the hospital bed. Worse of all, people will begin to leave the ill person, some not even visiting them to their last day. It is sad to see how death separate people and see their true colours. Only at such stage when you need help the most that people peeled out their layers of masks.