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Saturday, July 15, 2006 Well, a week has pass yet again. I felt that this week really fell heavily on my shoulders. I tried to make the best out of it by busying myself and i guess it worked to some extent. Anyway i noticed a blind old man who was holding a little girl in the hand. I guess he was leading her home. The girl was dressed in a cute green kindergarden uniform with 2 pigtails prancing behind her. Well the old man had a stick in his other hand to help him around. And i couldnt do anything to help, could i. The world spun around him so fast while he was in his own pitch-dark world of emptiness which no one else but him could experience and there he was fetching his granddaughter home from school, well i guess its really so sad that sympathy is not enough to compensate for the sight of an old blind man, bringing his innocent granddaughter home. Its a bittersweet notion.Another incident was when i was on my way to get my ipod (shop was closed by then anyway) along the way to Wheellock. I saw this frail old malay lady, dressed in her crummy dirty kebaya, sitting on the floor and above her was a cloud of leaves sheltering her from the drizzle. The ground was moist because it rained before i stepped out of the mrt. She had this half-cut tin can which grooves cut into its side, placed inches in front of her. Again, people just merely brisked by with their eyes on the road ahead and the phone next to their ears. I glanced into her eyes and that scarce second was enough to tell a story. I doubt what i can ever conjure up with measly and whimsical words would be able to manifest what her eyes portrayed. And the irony of it was that i was on my way to buy my ipod. And i hate it when i see cleaners eat. Not that i hate them. But my heart cringes when i see only a bowl of rice and vegetables and with their aprons and gloves resting on their tired thighs. I know there must be worst situations out there in africa and other countries devastated by war (Eg Israel and their longtime foes; today's papers), the natural disasters that have monsterised the lives of many children. How does it feel to lose a loved one, how does it to feel to look at your collapsed house and rummaging through whats left after the waves have pillaged their meagre possessions. I know i must sound like im some unicef advertisement. Oh well. I better stop. Have a great weekend. I know you will. |
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