The insanity begins.
Monday, May 26, 2008
1 more disappointment to add to my already growing list
Okay, YOU know n I know who i'm talking about and what.
Suffice to say, you have been a very
BIG disappointment.
And i mean very
BIG.
I don't know what possessed me to believe in you...
I don't know what's going through your mind now,
But really, my impression of you is like...
Going down the drain.
I'm not going to say more, but you better go and
反省反省 again.
WE ARE SO DISAPPOINTED,
AND I AM LOSING TRUST.
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I HATE THE WEATHER一下子热，一下子冷... @#$^^^%%$@#%
I already feeling very 烦躁了...
And the weather is not making anything better...
So xianx...
Holiday like not holiday like that,
1st week still have to go to school...
But nevermind xD
3 JULY got something to look forward to!
Coz mummy going to take us to the international book fair at suntec!!! xD
(<3's>
Let us pray, for they need whatever that we can give.
孩子，快抓紧妈妈的手
孩子，快抓紧妈妈的手
去天堂的路太黑了
妈妈怕你碰了头
让妈妈陪你走
妈妈怕天堂的路太黑
我看不见你的手
自从倒塌的墙把阳光夺走
我再也看不见你柔情的
孩子，你走吧
前面的路再也没有忧愁
没有读不完的课本
和爸爸的拳头
你要记住，我和爸爸的模样
来生还要一起走
妈妈别担忧
天堂的路有些挤
有很多同学朋友
我们说不哭
哪一个人的妈妈都是我们的妈妈
哪一个孩子都是妈妈的孩子
没有我的日子
你把爱给活的孩子吧
妈妈你别哭
泪光照亮不了我们的路
让我们自己慢慢地走
妈妈，我会记住你和爸爸的模样
记住我们的约定
来生我们一起走
(courtesy of 联合晚报)
Only a month, yet we have been faced with more and more news reports everyday.
Of deaths of children.
Of parents.
Of innocent people who don't deserve to die.
Across the globe,
All over the world.
We sit in front of our TV sets,
Watching tragedy unfold.
Quiet, strong survivors.
Lost, loved ones.
Babies who do not know whats going on.
Grieving.
People grieving.
Children who have lost their mothers, their fathers.
Parents who've lost their children.
People who have lost their friends, family.
Grieving,
Everyone is grieving.
Little tin cans walking around,
With words on them.
People taking their wallets out,
And putting money into the empty, empty boxes.
And yet, the little tin cans remain light.
Little unkind gestures,
Looking at the phone,
Taking a U-turn,
Looking the other way.
The little silver cans are light,
Very light.
Little children pull at their mothers' sleeves,
Asking,
'Mummy, mummy, can I?'
Their mothers shrugging them off,
Saying,
'Here.'
People in uniform,
Digging in wallets for loose change,
And sometimes, a little blue note.
But where did all the office ladies and gentlemen go?
Efforts made by everyone,
To help,
To help the survivors.
Close to 10 million raised,
By Singapore to help them.
Maybe even more,
From those little silver tins.
We are so fortunate,
To be living here,
To be living our lives without worry.
Can we not talk about revolts anymore?
Can we not talk about conflicts anymore?
Can we not talk about independence anymore?
Can we not have wars?
Can we not build anymore weapons?
Nature is already taking its course with us,
Can we channel all our efforts to the people out there,
The people who need our help?
Mother Nature is angry,
She is furious.
Pollution, destruction,
Mother Nature is taking things into its own hands.
Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Epidemics.
Hurricanes, landslides, volcanic eruptions.
Mother Nature is angry that we didn't take care of her,
That we didn't work well together.
Mother Nature is tired of watching us murder each other,
Mother Nature is doing it for us.
Can we work together now?
Can we put aside all our differences to help each other?
One day Mother Nature will turn its eyes to us too.
One day she would reach the rest of us.
One day we will meet the same end.
Will we be able to appease her before this happens?
Will we be able to save others, and ourselves?
Will we be able to love each other when all is done?
Everything is so far away now,
So unreal,
So mythical for us,
For us.
It does not concern us maybe?
But one day,
If we end up like that,
Will there be people willing to help?
The bright silver tins are getting heavier,
But more and more people need our help now.
More and more people are dying with each day,
With each earthquake...
The bright silver tins have to get heavier...
fallenIN
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