Wednesday, November 09, 2005
What are the street names/slang terms for it?
It is also known as marijuana, pot, grass, joints or ganja.
What are its effects?
Cannabis affects one’s concentration and memory, hence it weakens the abuser’s ability to learn. Cannabis abusers are likely to move on to stronger and deadlier drugs.
What are the penalties?
A Class A Drug
Trafficking in more than 500 gm of cannabis – Death
Possession or consumption of cannabis – up to $20,000 fine or 10 years imprisonment or both
Above info taken from http://www.cnb.gov.sg/ENFORCEMENT/index.asp?page=436.
I hardly tell my friends about my family life. I also hardly tell them the real reason why I hate drug abuser so much. See my Uncle used to be a promising young lad. Smart, articulate with a bright future in front of him. He was popular among the ladies and definitely destined for great things in life.
Whenever we talked about my uncle, my mum will always have tears in her eyes as she began to regret what had happened to him. If only he had not done what he had done. Things could be so different for him and my family. See. Regret is caused by a series of what if. What if I had not done this and what if I had done that.
What if my Uncle had not taken Cannabis when he was young. He had the impression that it was something cool and felt being left out if he was not part of the gang. He also thought that one can't get hook on something that is so similar to cigarette. He was on it for only less than 2 years before progessing to something bigger and deadlier. He started taking heroin and this was when things go all wrong. From being a responsible man to someone who will even steal from my grandfather just to satisfy his crave for drugs. All in less than 3 years.
I had seen how my Mum cried for him. How my Aunt cried for him. How my beloved Grandpa sliently dropping a tear for him. A son he loved so much. To the extent that he was never angry with him once for losing all the money he had saved for his own retirement. Even when he is on the brink of death, he was asking for him to come to his bedside. All this for a son who had forsaken him for over 20 odd years. All because of drugs.
You might think that it is your life and what you are doing now will not affect the others. You think that you will be responsible for your own actions just because you are a fucking adult. You might think that by smoking Cannabis, you will feel happy, proud to have done one over your friends and have a great time because it can give you the high which you never had.
Stop being selfish. Think of those who care for you. Think of those who love you. What you are doing is hurting them if they knew it. You really think that the world only revolve around you and what you had done will only cause hurt and harm to urself? Think again. Being stab on the left hand is as painful as being stab on the right hand. There is simply no difference between hurting yourself and someone who care for you.
The best way to prevent all this from happening is not to even start on the smallest quantity of drugs. Trust me when I said that it is deadly. I had seen it first hand and till now I am shivering whenever the image of my uncle taking heroin in front of me appear. It seems so unreal.
I hate drug addicts. I really do. For my Mum deserve to have a better brother to take care of her when my Dad was walking out of her and me being too young to fend for her. For my Aunt who had wasted her youth in waiting for someone who is never going to change and being lonely when she is nearing her retirement years. Just the time when she and my Uncle should be deservingly enjoying their blissful retirement years. And for my beloved Grandpa who I love so much. He definitely deserve to have a better son. A son who will give him money instead of stealing it from him, a son who will be back home for the Chinese New Year instead of being stuck in the Drug Rehab Centre, a son who will be around when he is getting old and long for companionship from his only son and a son who will just fulfil the simple duty of being a son.
But if you were to ask me if I will forgive my Uncle should he seek for it, the answer will be a definite Yes. For he is my Uncle and I do love him as my Grandpa would. Loving someone include the capability to forgive what he or she had done. Not condoning him or her if they had done wrong. Making them realize their mistakes before it is too late and providing them support if they do fall. Loving somebody just make u feel more for them. Wanting them to have the best in life. I really hope that my story will not strike on others. Cause to be honest, though I had kind of forgive my Uncle, he is still in his dream world of drugs. If only he will come to his senses. God, if there is one. Please forgive him for he do not know what he is doing.
You can take a picture of something you see. In the future where will I be?
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