life according to andria - embracing the Big C

Forreset Gump’s mother told him that “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.” This is definitely true I feel. In life we encounter so many different experiences. Some have made us feel happy, some otherwise. But, what has life taught us thus far actually? When one starts to discover life, what actually is one discovering? How can one actually claim that he or she is finally discovering life after years of living on earth? Has he or she not discovered life before this? I have always asked myself “Have I experienced life enough?” every time a person comes to me and shares his or her experiences with me, sometimes asking for my views on certain issues or matters. Life, I feel, is full of surprises. It is always evolving, hence, making it rather difficult for a person to claim that he or she has learned enough and is now an expert about life. It is unfair for a person to declare that he or she is THE GURU about matters concerning life. Can life actua

Today I heard a motivational talk and it was on 'Kopi & Telaga'. I would like to share it with you. The story is more or less like this... (will continue in BM) Ada seorang pemuda yang sentiasa merasakan yang dirinya sentiasa di timpa masalah & sentiasa merungut. Tiba2 datang seorang tua yang bijaksana bertanya kepada pemuda itu mengapa dia sentiasa merungut. Pemuda itu pun bercerita kepada orang tua itu yang dia sentiasa di timpa masalah dan merasakan ianya adalan beban yang amat besar. Orang tua itu kemudiannya memberi pemuda itu seggenggam serbuk kopi dan segalas air. Beliau menyuruh pemuda tersebut mencampurkan serbuk kopi tersebut kedalam segelas air dan mengacaunya hingga sebati, selepas itu disuruhnya pemuda itu untuk meminum air tersebut. "Apakah rasanya?" tanya si tua kepada pemuda itu. Tentulah jawapan pemuda itu, pahit.... Si tua bijaksana itu kemudian memberi lagi seggenggam serbuk kopi kepada pemuda tersebut dan menyuruhnya memasukkan ke dalam seb

My son , Amin came home from school last friday evening looking very upset. He looked like he was about to cry as he pushed his bike. True enough, the second I asked him how was school, he shed a tear. He was beaten up by three form 2 boys. I was shocked.... Beaten up? On his 8th day of school? What surprised me more was that the boy who started the whole thing, kicked him from behind when he was on his way to perform his 'Asar prayer. He was surprised, so he turned & kicked the boy back. The boy then punched his face & when he wanted to punch the boy back, the other form 1 boys stopped Amin from doing so & adviced him to inform the teacher. He then went to look for a teacher & little did he know that the bully followed him with two of his buddies and punch his neck & head from the back. Again Amin was hit & the boys fled. Amin didn't even know the boys. He had never seen or met the boys before that Friday. He told his form teacher but she didn't do

Salam. I think it's not too late for me to wish everyone 'happy new year!'. It's already approaching to the third week of January. My youngest daughter, aina, is in standard 1 this year. She was very excited when i took her to her orientation day on the 31st of dec '11. It was me who was a bit emotional. I felt, and still feeling it now, that my daughter is growing up too fast. Not just aina, the other three too. My second son Amin, is already in form 1. On his first day of school i almost shed a tear.... He's all grown up. He's now a young man who is almost as tall as me and he has pimples too... My third son, Safwan is now in std 4 but we still call him 'adik'. He's a bit more sensitive now. I guess it's part of growing up, but he's still chubby and still has his babyface, and he's still manja to a certain extent. My eldest, Amirah, is now in form 2 & she's more cautious of her appearance. She can fit my shoes now. A young l