no butterflies please
a lot of questions. but i think they were answered a long time ago. all along in fact. but im happy as it is now. i guess. nothing will ever change.
resolutions. again and again... when will i ever REALLY start achieving one of them?
people change. i think some people changed. i think i've changed. since pri school. since sec school. since jc...a little.
the old friends since sec 1 and the new friends i made after jc prob see me differently. ive grown to be inconsiderate and hard-hearted. ive grown to be indifferent. insensitive. irresponsible. take things for granted more easily. but i guess ive also seen more, heard more and learnt more. its not enough though. there's so much more i have yet to learn about, and it will take time.
watched vids and read stories from the sichuan earthquake. the tears are unstoppable. rip to all those who lost their lives and my heart goes out to all those who lost their loved ones in this terrible disaster. life is too short.
A mom’s power
- Translated from Chinese by Candice Zhou
When the rescue team found her, she was already dead, crushed by the collapsing building. Through the gap of a pile of rubble, the resucers saw her in a strang kneeing position, upper body bending forward, two arms stretching to support the body, as if in an ancient ceremony. The rescuers shouted toward the debris, tapped on the bricks. No response. They moved on.
The team leader suddenly realised something. He rushed back. “Come! Come!”, shouted he. He moved closer to her, stretched to reach underneath her upper body. After trying several times, he shouted, “There is someone! There is a child! Alive!”
After while they managed to remove the rubble on top of her. Underneatch her chest, protected by her arms and legs, was this baby, wrapped in a red quilt with yellow flower spots, only 3 or 4 months old, sleeping, uninjuried.
A doctor came to examine the baby. Unfolding the quilt, a mobile phone dropped out. On the screen, there was a text message, “My dear baby, if you survive, remember I love you.”
The doctor, who had seen too many terrible things in the last few days, bursted into tears. The phone was carefully passed around the rescuers, when the tears flow.
resolutions. again and again... when will i ever REALLY start achieving one of them?
people change. i think some people changed. i think i've changed. since pri school. since sec school. since jc...a little.
the old friends since sec 1 and the new friends i made after jc prob see me differently. ive grown to be inconsiderate and hard-hearted. ive grown to be indifferent. insensitive. irresponsible. take things for granted more easily. but i guess ive also seen more, heard more and learnt more. its not enough though. there's so much more i have yet to learn about, and it will take time.
watched vids and read stories from the sichuan earthquake. the tears are unstoppable. rip to all those who lost their lives and my heart goes out to all those who lost their loved ones in this terrible disaster. life is too short.
A mom’s power
- Translated from Chinese by Candice Zhou
When the rescue team found her, she was already dead, crushed by the collapsing building. Through the gap of a pile of rubble, the resucers saw her in a strang kneeing position, upper body bending forward, two arms stretching to support the body, as if in an ancient ceremony. The rescuers shouted toward the debris, tapped on the bricks. No response. They moved on.
The team leader suddenly realised something. He rushed back. “Come! Come!”, shouted he. He moved closer to her, stretched to reach underneath her upper body. After trying several times, he shouted, “There is someone! There is a child! Alive!”
After while they managed to remove the rubble on top of her. Underneatch her chest, protected by her arms and legs, was this baby, wrapped in a red quilt with yellow flower spots, only 3 or 4 months old, sleeping, uninjuried.
A doctor came to examine the baby. Unfolding the quilt, a mobile phone dropped out. On the screen, there was a text message, “My dear baby, if you survive, remember I love you.”
The doctor, who had seen too many terrible things in the last few days, bursted into tears. The phone was carefully passed around the rescuers, when the tears flow.
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