Puberty and menopause..

Puberty is a stage in the development of humans and other mammals when the sex organs mature and first produce gametes. Puberty take place later in life in humans than in mammals. However, in humans, there has been a recent trend towards earlier puberty probably because of better nutrition of children. Menopause is the time in a woman's life when she gradually slows down and finally stops producing eggs, and her menstrual cycle ceases. This usually takes place between the ages 45 and 55...............

*******lack of idea...huhuhu

Down's syndrome...

...Unfortunately, sometimes the process of gamete formation goes wrong. In one particular case, a gamete may carry two copies of the 21st human chromosomes. If this gamete is fertilized by a normal gamete, then the zygote which results will have three copies of chromosome 21. This results in the disorder known as Down's syndrome. Children with this condition show varying degrees of mental retardation, stunted physical growth, a reduced resistance to disease and congenital heart defects.....

*******a part of my course work.....
*******don't give up liz...chaiyok2...

i don't know why????

i'm missing him.....

but...there's nothing i can do...

everything was change...

i have nothing....

i love Him so much...

i'm not sure when i can see Him face to face...

i'm really really love Him..

gelagat cikgu-cikgu....hehehe

Tuhan setia pada janji-janjiNYA.

" Saat Tuhan menjawab doa kita, bermakna Dia sedang menguatkan keimanan kita. Saat Tuhan menunda doa kita, bemakna Dia sedang meningkatkan kesabaran kita. Saat Tuhan mengatakan TIDAK terhadap doa kita, bermakna Dia memiliki sesuatu yang LEBIH BAIK buat kita"

Mimi's FINGERS

(******bantaika meh penyinu sereta penyiru ati ngagai bala sida tu..***)


I am blind

all that i can see

my enchanted fingers bring to me,

As if all sight were mingled with all touch

i do not mind not-seeing very much.

In Braille i read the words these fingers trace,

And with them come to know your smile, your face,

Your buckled shoes, the silk-thread of your hair,

the fabric of each suit and dress you wear;

All shapes, all sizes, how long, how far, how high,

How round a bowl, how gently curved the sky,

How pointed the far tip-top of a hill,

the narrow table of a window sill.

I know a snowflake as a melting star,

The sticky-thick of honey and tar.

Color alone my fingers cannot do.

Could you, could you, tell me about blue?


by, Mary O'Neill