hearing aid: one - bono featuring mary j blige
it's been a slow day. i read the papers to see constance chee sentenced to only 13 yrs imprisonment for hurling little 4 year old Sindee to her death last october.
one hand says she's psychotic, she has mental issues. she was used by her pimp boyfriend. she should be sympathized with.
one hand says bullocks. she hurled a little helpless girl down a block of flats. a little girl who had absolutely nothing to do with her or her life.
i'm quite torn right now.
as i sat in the car, i closed my eyes to listen to raindrops on the window. all i heard was how 3 iraqis dressing up as women to blow up a mosque killing 71 people and injuring 140 innocent others.
on top of how thaksin's life is in peril since his people are all against him.
and how nepal has shut down all their telecommunications to stop a riot against their king.
what is this world coming to?
a while ago, it was how wonderfully beautiful this world is with louis armstrong singing about his trees of green and red roses, and how john lennon's imagination made this world one big strawberry field. it was about living with and for one another and not living without.
it was about economical freedom, about watching cartoons that didn't make fun of anyone. it was about liberty, about mundane lives. it was about stability. now even singapore's politics, which is said to have a squeaky clean white image, is coming to an election which causes a lot of bad mouthing and questioning and bad bad english.
i think world war III has begun. we just don't know it yet.
look. there is war, there is unrest both political and economically, there is autocracy, there is anger, hate, there is racism, almost genocide. there are mothers crying for their sons, there are fathers crying for their daughters. there is rubble, guns and fire. there are prisoners of war.
how is that different from another war?
i'm grateful no doubt for living in a somewhat quiet and stable country. it's good that we have everything we need and more even. i am thankful for my roof above my head, the food i eat. i'm a healthy, fat cow who has one of the greenest pastures.
i can't help but to think about a little girl out there oppressed, hungry, dirty and orphaned.
or a little boy holding a rifle that's almost as tall as he is. he probably can reload a gun faster than any of our 100,000 NS boys.
one hand says she's psychotic, she has mental issues. she was used by her pimp boyfriend. she should be sympathized with.
one hand says bullocks. she hurled a little helpless girl down a block of flats. a little girl who had absolutely nothing to do with her or her life.
i'm quite torn right now.
as i sat in the car, i closed my eyes to listen to raindrops on the window. all i heard was how 3 iraqis dressing up as women to blow up a mosque killing 71 people and injuring 140 innocent others.
on top of how thaksin's life is in peril since his people are all against him.
and how nepal has shut down all their telecommunications to stop a riot against their king.
what is this world coming to?
a while ago, it was how wonderfully beautiful this world is with louis armstrong singing about his trees of green and red roses, and how john lennon's imagination made this world one big strawberry field. it was about living with and for one another and not living without.
it was about economical freedom, about watching cartoons that didn't make fun of anyone. it was about liberty, about mundane lives. it was about stability. now even singapore's politics, which is said to have a squeaky clean white image, is coming to an election which causes a lot of bad mouthing and questioning and bad bad english.
i think world war III has begun. we just don't know it yet.
look. there is war, there is unrest both political and economically, there is autocracy, there is anger, hate, there is racism, almost genocide. there are mothers crying for their sons, there are fathers crying for their daughters. there is rubble, guns and fire. there are prisoners of war.
how is that different from another war?
i'm grateful no doubt for living in a somewhat quiet and stable country. it's good that we have everything we need and more even. i am thankful for my roof above my head, the food i eat. i'm a healthy, fat cow who has one of the greenest pastures.
i can't help but to think about a little girl out there oppressed, hungry, dirty and orphaned.
or a little boy holding a rifle that's almost as tall as he is. he probably can reload a gun faster than any of our 100,000 NS boys.
they say the world started with a big bang. i hope it doesn't end with one too.
