Celebrations, trip, missed celebrations, YOG, singing exam. Mostly good things in fact.
Until the Aug 23 tragedy that happened in the Philippines that is. An invisible blanket carrying the mourning people's tears seems to have descended on the enclave of Hong Kong people in Singapore. In the midst of angry people quick to assign blame, media reports on the survivors' families, people defending the dignity of their race and lashing back, it's hard to find a place of sense to put an opinion or sentiment anywhere.
The more you read, the more depressing it feels. Facts get digested to effect emotions and there's no mood to do much. Maybe it's true. It's time to detach from these stories for a while. People who need counselling should get it over and done with. People who hate the whole country's system should not be so naive as to want to take on the establishment. Who are they to judge. Condemn the sin, since the sinner resides way out of reach, up high in the blame game. And at the end of the search you may not be able to uncover a single face to it.
Let there be love, mourn for the loss. Leave hate out of the equation. That's all I ask.
