incoherent afterthoughts of the disaster
incoherent afterthoughts of the disaster
TURNING an eye on what’s happening to our world, an 8.9-magnitude earthquake has smashed through southern and southeast asia. more than 7200 people have been confirmed dead.
WALLS of water reaching 20 feet high as a result of d tsunamis accounted for much of d damage. d quake even disturbed the earth’s rotation, according to the italian geophysics institute.
AND a lil closer to home, the centre of the quake is actually west sumatra. meaning we here in singapore are not that safe. you’ll never know.
WHY? children’s bodies were found on trees. mothers and fathers of people were swept away. and would probably be seen again only when the tides wash their bodies back to shore.
ENTIRE villages wiped out. people’s way of life, if not lives, destroyed.
SOMETIMES it’s tempting to think about why can’t we just live in a more normal world. where there isnt such disparity; whilst my thoughts are on the next phone that i’m gonna buy some other kid’s thoughts would be on the next grain of rice he eats. where we wouldn’t be at such mercy of nature’s wrath. you can’t just attribute such stuff to the metaphysical or even geography. and then leave it at that.
WHAT causes d quakes? movement of tectonic plates? then what causes the movement? then what causes the cause of the movement? i’m not a geog student. i’ve never taken geog. but u get my point. somewhere along this chain of questions there will be NO answer.
Dear Santa
Thursday Dec 23, 12.24am: Dear Santa
Dear Santa,please, please, please. can i have the premiership title for Chelsea this year? I’ve been a very good all year. I don’t talk back to my mother anymore. And I haven’t argued with my dad all year.
I have done most of my homework dutifully. I studied hard for my exam.
I’ve eaten all my greens, and I clear up all my toys after playing with them everytime before I go to bed.
It’s not much to ask for, in fact it a comfortable thing for you to get, as I don’t actually need it until may so you can have one person less to worry about on Christmas day. Actually, if you could deliver it sometime in april, that would be ideal and would save a lot of unnecessary stress.
I know you must get a lot of letters like this, but I really think this year you could deliver this one tiny thing. Please do not put this one on top of the 10 letter high pile you’ve received from me asking for the same thing since I’ve been watching Chelsea. I’m assuming that you have ignored me every year because I’d really hate to think you were actually on your way to me and somehow managed to get directed wrongly to north London, or round Islington to Manchester. It’s to London SW6 that I’d like you to go. As I say early April would be ideal.
Don’t worry about finding me specifically, in fact I would suggest if you go to the club office and ask for a Mr J. Mourinho, or a Mr J. Terry, either one will be happy to receive this gift on my behalf. They’ll let me know it’s arrived soon enough.
I’m sure you are getting other letters asking for other trophies as well, but I am not going to be greedy, this one thing will do for me. Of course if you could see yourself clear to making sure that Arsenal and Manchester United get nothing this year that would be good too. I know you wear a red and white suit, but I’m sure that is just a tradition and deep down you have no sympathy for these teams.
So Santa, Mr Claus, Father Christmas, Sir. Please can you do this one tiny little thing for me?
Love,
Edward, Singapore.
the Ghost of you
the ghost of you
still lingers in the air
trapping me in this prison
this rotten mental lair
in the stillness of the night
staring at the ceiling’s crack
i try to make believe
that my life is back on track
yet the ghost of you is relentless
cutthroat in its pursuits
of sucking the love out of my soul
of blocking off my routes
the inhibitions that i show
the belief that no love is true
the conviction that i should remain alone
the merciless ghost of you
