Wow! my blog... not just A blog, but my blog. Why? because i wanna feel young again? C'mon, don't you? Reading through the blogs of my uh hmmm, daughters' , and that of their friends, i realize how effective it is as a journaling tool.
But perhaps what got me off my butt, is strangely, the sudden death of a young girl, someone i don't know, someone i've never met and now, i will never have the pleasure of meeting.
what is it that's so crushing her hurting her that makes her enact that infamous phrase "Goodbye cruel world" she's only 20, for crying out loud was there no one whom she could confide in was there anything that could be done was there anyone that could have done.... something? anything?
What would have been, no, could have been a wonderful life was deemed nothing to her, not even worth a single minute more.
All she took that fateful morning, was her pkt of fags and her life.
What she left behind was her hurt
frustrations
anger, no doubt
and many bewildered friends.
I read her blog, and though my eyes were not wet my heart was...
It's tough growing up in this society where emphasis is placed on material gains academic acheivements social status
gone are the days when students seek career advisors to help them decide on university courses when they chose subjects based on their interest and grades and not on the potential paychecks
Now, they start fretting in P3 for streaming in P4 P6 for PSLE, Sec 2 for streaming Sec 4 for 'O's (if u are considered smart) or Sec 5 if you are deemed 'normal' - indeed!
((HA! incidentally, 'O' levels were devised to be taken at Sec 5, after following a 5 yr curriculum)) So all you Sec 5's out there.... You ARE OK! YOU ARE NORMAL! Trust ME!!
Why is it so important to be successful in the material sense? the haves Vs the have-nots Ambitions Vs simpler designs on life?
May be that's why i am not successful i am not a high-flier but i'm glad
for i would not want to miss a small kind act from one stranger to another a gentle smile a little chuckle a passing cloud
i would not want to miss God's gentle whispers in the quietness of the day in the stillness of the night
i would not want to miss kicking leaves with my loved ones sharing jokes watching sunsets wiping tears growing up loving.....
Thank you dear stranger, ironic, isn't it, that your demise a loss to many who cared for you it's also a gain to these same people and more:
things are put back into perspectives friendships forged and forgotten now remembered and rekindled priorities blurred and blocked now cleared and un-cluttered
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