Consequences of Drinking & driving

I received this in my email today......

This young lady was recently on Oprah and what a loving, forgiving young woman she is ! An amazing story of what she has suffered and will bear the rest of her life. Please share this with your friends and especially to those who insists on their self glorified rights to drink and be intoxicated.

This is Jacqueline Saburido on September 19, 1999

This is she and her Father, 1998.

This is she on Vacation in Venezuela

Her Birthday party as a child.

At a party with friends.

The car in which Jacqueline traveled. She was hit by another car that was driven by a 17-year old male student on his way home after drinking a couple of hard packs with his friends.

This was in December 1999.

Jacqueline was caught in the burning car and her body was heavily burnt during around 45 seconds. After the accident Jacqueline has needed over 40 operations.

Getting Tretments

With her Father, 2000

Getting treatments

Now 20 years old, he cannot forgive himself for driving drunk on that night three years ago. He's aware of devastating Jacqueline Saburidos life.

風雨旅程

在這個漫長而折的道路,

我彎曲我的背行這旅程,

人生總是充滿酸甜苦辣.

生活為什麼如此多負擔?

旅程為什麼如此多行李?

為什麼疾病總是困擾我?

太多無必要的生活目標,

太多令人心煩意亂考驗.

人生旅程就是如此挑剔?

我真的很累和無助痛苦.

我只欲望 有健康的身體.

我期待美滿幸福的家庭.

我只想好好的愛一個人.

我只是想好好的活下去.

難道我的要求太過份嗎?

A Kugan

They claimed you are a criminal
They claimed you confessed to your crime of stealing cars
They claimed your confession lead them to recovery of some stolen luxury cars
They also claimed because you have liquid in your lung, you died.
Never mind about the abused marks and bruises all over your body,
you are now another statistic in the perceived police brutalities……


They can also claim alot of other nonsenses,
but dead man tell no stories…..
Now I understand HINDRAF’s cries for fairness and justice for the Indian community

May the truth and justice prevails
May God punish those who commit barbaric brutalities on defenseless fellow human beings.

If you are still alive today,
would you be able to trust the police again ?
I bet you will say NEVER, Over My Dead Body!

Brother Kugan,
May God bless your soul,
And may you rest in peace.

Vanity ?

From cradle to grave,
is life a journey gone mad ?
What good is there permitting anxieties to wipe my smile away ?
Would I be immuned to all thees gusts of bittered wind ?
Would the interval be just a gag ?

What good is life sitting lonely at my desk
reminiscing the past,
and wondering what it could had been ?
Times passes me by,
I am not what I used to be,
and can I still be what I want to be ?

This life,
is it possible for me not to be me,
be what I never want to be,
And, still live life as it ought to be ?

Now I see,
of not wanting to be,
between break and take,
between tears and smiles,
between brevity and variety,
life is vanity.

About my hair...

My hair,
did I see them flowing in the air ?
I caught strands of them lying on the chair.
Because of that awful chemotherapy fare,
I am beginning to lose my hair.
My beautiful hair,
would you just stay right up there ?


When the bitter wind blows,
I may no longer have the usual waving hair.
I looked in the mirror,
I now understand why people stare.

With or without the hair,
it is still a long road ahead,
to fight that impossible fight.
I may win, I may lose,
but Should I despair ?
Because who care ?
Because I still have a beautiful hat to wear !