Kazism <~TwO~>
Long ago, in a far away land, there lay a special house atop a hill. It does not carry any chemical or metallic installment and its made totally out of natural building material. People that stays inside need oxygen to be pumped in for anyone to survive in the house. And there's no way out except through emailing or calling out from inside the house.
Miss W stays in this house. During when Miss W was young, she was a very beautiful girl. She enjoyed many things and was skilled in many things in life. Near the house she stays that time, there's a hill. There was once Miss W came back with some worms stuck at her shoes, so she took an insecticide and sprayed it on her shoes... But while spraying, she accidentally sprayed it on her leg. After this incident, there was some rashes growing on the spot she sprayed... but little did she know that this is gonna destroy her life foreva. As a matter of fact, the insecticide contained some chemical thats very harmful to Miss W's immune system. After this, Miss W's immune system broke down. She was allergic to perfume, soap and anything she got in touch with, even the air she breathes may well make the last of her.
This is a case of a syndrome that has no cure yet. It kills slowly as Miss W's immune system break down slwoly day by day until she dies. For the 1st few years of this allergy, Miss W's condition didnt look good. When she sleeps. her saliva drools profusely and uncontrollably through her mouth, her urine was greenish, her sweat and passing motion hurts her back so much it made scars out of it. All this made Miss W's life unbearable. It was miserably torturing.
Soon after that, her father made a room with copper and glass to make her a room with minimised air exposure... A paradise away from any potential bacteria infection. Her drinks must be sterilised, and her food must be organic and without and chemical in it.
Miss W hide like this for 8 years. She cant go out cuz the air outside will kill her. her room was bare, she couldnt listen to any music, she cant feel the hot sun shining on her, she cant feel the river at her feet. She suffered from extreme boredom and lonliness and she cant even afford to cry for doing so many endanger her life... cuz tears coming out is the same as sweating, it may blind her.
Irregardless of all this, Miss W stood tall. Instead of giving up on life and prayed to die, she fought for the rights for other victims like her in the world who suffered from the same syndrome. She held anti-chemical campaign and she established global anti-chemical association to fight against unethical coporate doers from utilising potential poisonous chemicals in their products. This campaign, led my Miss W was wholly supported by the government, but also the environment activist.
Miss W, who stayed alone in the poison-less room was never lonely anymore. Instead, she was full of rightiousness and a sense of crusade. She has found a sense of living in her life!
There was once, some reporters interviewed her on the phone and she told them in a very calm soothing voice... "When i was at the peak of my beauty, i was hit by this uncurable allergy, its a vile plague no one should suffer from. I've wallowed in the dark, i cant feel the warmt of the sunshine, she cant communicate with anyone directly and she can never smell any kind of smell in her again. The room she stay in is her sanctuary, but also her unwatned prison. The slow and lonlely feeling staying within can almost crumble a person's mentality...and i dont even have the right to cry my sorrows away..."
If Miss W cant cry about her sorrow, shes destined to suffer this syndrome and she can never leave that prison of hers... her life was lived in a meaningful way... if crying wasnt disallowed for her... i guess probably she wont even choose to laugh instead.
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All of us here in a better state than Miss W. We can cry when we're suffereing where it hurts. Laugh in tears when we're happy. We have a choice to do both, but if anyone choose to cry for sorrow, then arent u wasting your tears on something that's not even worth crying on?
C'mon, my dear partners... Whatever happens in life, face it with a smile. Cry in happiness. Neva in sadness. For doing so, will onlybe an abomination to the spirit of life! And that my friend, is true happiness.
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"In choosing between being happy or sad, y would anyone choose to be sad? Aint u using someone else's mistake to make yourself miserable?"
Miss W stays in this house. During when Miss W was young, she was a very beautiful girl. She enjoyed many things and was skilled in many things in life. Near the house she stays that time, there's a hill. There was once Miss W came back with some worms stuck at her shoes, so she took an insecticide and sprayed it on her shoes... But while spraying, she accidentally sprayed it on her leg. After this incident, there was some rashes growing on the spot she sprayed... but little did she know that this is gonna destroy her life foreva. As a matter of fact, the insecticide contained some chemical thats very harmful to Miss W's immune system. After this, Miss W's immune system broke down. She was allergic to perfume, soap and anything she got in touch with, even the air she breathes may well make the last of her.
This is a case of a syndrome that has no cure yet. It kills slowly as Miss W's immune system break down slwoly day by day until she dies. For the 1st few years of this allergy, Miss W's condition didnt look good. When she sleeps. her saliva drools profusely and uncontrollably through her mouth, her urine was greenish, her sweat and passing motion hurts her back so much it made scars out of it. All this made Miss W's life unbearable. It was miserably torturing.
Soon after that, her father made a room with copper and glass to make her a room with minimised air exposure... A paradise away from any potential bacteria infection. Her drinks must be sterilised, and her food must be organic and without and chemical in it.
Miss W hide like this for 8 years. She cant go out cuz the air outside will kill her. her room was bare, she couldnt listen to any music, she cant feel the hot sun shining on her, she cant feel the river at her feet. She suffered from extreme boredom and lonliness and she cant even afford to cry for doing so many endanger her life... cuz tears coming out is the same as sweating, it may blind her.
Irregardless of all this, Miss W stood tall. Instead of giving up on life and prayed to die, she fought for the rights for other victims like her in the world who suffered from the same syndrome. She held anti-chemical campaign and she established global anti-chemical association to fight against unethical coporate doers from utilising potential poisonous chemicals in their products. This campaign, led my Miss W was wholly supported by the government, but also the environment activist.
Miss W, who stayed alone in the poison-less room was never lonely anymore. Instead, she was full of rightiousness and a sense of crusade. She has found a sense of living in her life!
There was once, some reporters interviewed her on the phone and she told them in a very calm soothing voice... "When i was at the peak of my beauty, i was hit by this uncurable allergy, its a vile plague no one should suffer from. I've wallowed in the dark, i cant feel the warmt of the sunshine, she cant communicate with anyone directly and she can never smell any kind of smell in her again. The room she stay in is her sanctuary, but also her unwatned prison. The slow and lonlely feeling staying within can almost crumble a person's mentality...and i dont even have the right to cry my sorrows away..."
If Miss W cant cry about her sorrow, shes destined to suffer this syndrome and she can never leave that prison of hers... her life was lived in a meaningful way... if crying wasnt disallowed for her... i guess probably she wont even choose to laugh instead.
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All of us here in a better state than Miss W. We can cry when we're suffereing where it hurts. Laugh in tears when we're happy. We have a choice to do both, but if anyone choose to cry for sorrow, then arent u wasting your tears on something that's not even worth crying on?
C'mon, my dear partners... Whatever happens in life, face it with a smile. Cry in happiness. Neva in sadness. For doing so, will onlybe an abomination to the spirit of life! And that my friend, is true happiness.
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"In choosing between being happy or sad, y would anyone choose to be sad? Aint u using someone else's mistake to make yourself miserable?"
posted by Kenzoid at 2:56 am
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