"When life gives you lemons, be thankful it didn't give you cancer"

I really wish people would stop quoting famous quotes. After too much of "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade", I feel like stabbing my eyes with a pencil stub and slitting my wrist with a blunt razor.

Too much is still too much, even though the quotes change your life/lift you up/give you hope/give your life meanings, etc, etc.

How a quote can do all that is beyond my comprehension. Only YOU yourself can change your life's course, not a quote or a song or a movie or a book. Those things may give you a little insight of what your life should be, but really, don't you just hate it when people say "Firework by Katy Perry changed my life forever" or something like that?

Someone I know is suffering from a brain tumour. He underwent a surgery earlier this year but the doctor could only remove a part of the tumour due to some complications. Over the weekend, a friend posted on Facebook (I kind of get that the friend only wants to tell others about his condition but something feels wrong somehow) his current picture. On a wheelchair. And then when I read the comments, I found out that his legs are now immobile and it's only a matter of time for him to forget the faces and names of the people around him because he also suffers sporadic memory loss.

It's hard not to feel any sadness when something like this happens. It's sad and quite scary because, I don't know how to put this delicately, but it's like staring into the face of death. I don't know what to think or say. I can only hope that he'll beat the odds and get better, if it's possible.

Someone I know from ACCA has some kind of a nerve problem (it attacks the lower half of body first and then the upper half of body) and it's scary to see that she's losing it bit by bit. When I left UiTM, she could still walk, even though she had to use some kind of a walker. I met her recently at a rumah terbuka and I was shocked to see that she now uses a special wheelchair to get around because her legs cannot support her body anymore.

She's still enjoying life and she tries her hands on new things, like baking. And she's still acting like a brat everytime she gets the chance. She once said, "If I just sit around in my room and sulk, it's like I'm waiting to die. Since I'm gonna die anyway, why shouldn't I enjoy everything while I'm still living?"

And I couldn't agree more.