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Saturday, May 17, 2008

reading the newspapers recently makes me sad.

It feels weird thinking that, right now as i'm typing this, someone is stuck under the debris in China. A child is dying from chronic diarrhoea in Myanmar. Somebody is crying because she lost all her family members in the Szechuan earthquake.

Big, big world. So much suffering.
What more should we ask for when all we need is food, water and love?

The tears I've ever cried in my life are really over inconsequential matters. The real tears and desperation is only seen in those who have really suffered and cried out for help. For hope. For emotional comfort.

Bless their souls and may time heal their scars.


;9:45 AM


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