Hmm….
Adopting a child…. Not many people choose to do this.. Maybe they believes that
if they can afford to have children, why do they need to adopt a child? As for
me, I really want to adopt a child before I got married……
I am thinking to adopt a child before I got married as a
training to handle children. If I managed to turn my adopted child into a good
person, then I don’t have to worry bout having my own children. It doesn’t mean
that I wanna use the adopted child as my own experiment.
Criteria of my future adopted child:
1.The
age of the child that I wanna adopt should be around secondary school age. Hmmmm…
15-17. For me, during this range of age, it will be a hard time for a person.
So many problems occur during secondary school. So this will be the best chance
for me to test myself.
2.A
boy, of course. How the hell a GOOD, CUTE, INNOCENT and SMART guy like me who
are still single are going to live with a teenage girl???
3.A
person who have no mom and dad. Same like me. This kind of people needs to be
guided and loved. It will be a bad thing if after their parents died, we let
them handle their life alone. Independent is a good thing but they still need
guidance. Since for age from 15 to 17, in our country Malaysia, people have
exams of SPM and PMR, these people need to focus on their study. These exams
are the starting points to be a person with qualities. If they messed up this
chance, then it will be a hard way to live after that.
4.A
person who have problem his/her relatives or siblings after parents passed
away. It is a very bad things if you cant rely on your own blood after you lost
your mum and dad. It will be the best thing if you leave your family for a
certain length of time. People who have this problem should have a new life, new
direction and new air to breathe. I can say much coz if we think deeply, this
criteria is related to No. 3.
Remember that nite? It was raining, it was so cold.
Under my black umbrella, I walked on the dark road.
My coat got wet as I watched cats in their fight.
But there you are, standing under the red light.
You were leaning against the wall, smoking.
I saw you smiling but the truth is you were crying.
You saw me walking up to you, you covered up your pain.
Tried to hide the tears, you went standing under the rain.
Under the umbrella we walked through the street.
You smiled at me, like everything was sweet
But from your calls, I knew you were hurt.
In those red eyes of yours, I saw the word.
You drank the hot chocolate, under the blanket.
You looked outside the window, the heavier the rain get.
On my white couch, you hugged yourself harder
And then, the tears that were hiding before, there they are.
