Monday 31 December 2012

Happy New Year
新年快乐

Saturday 29 December 2012

Pagi menjadi malam
Mata semakin sejuk
Hati menjadi lumpuh
Datang sebagai wanita
Pergi sebagai malaikat

R.I.P. India's daughter

The world is singing a sad song
India lost a daughter
Heaven gains a kind soul
Rest now you are free and
In peace.

http://sg.news.yahoo.com/indian-gang-rape-student-fighting-her-life-060048532.html

Tuesday 11 December 2012

Passions drive us to the cliff; some jump and dive, most just go blind. 

Wednesday 5 December 2012

No choices left to posterity, all paying dues.

Monday 3 December 2012

Extinct butterflies

On the second floor of Apartment B, a little girl is feeling lonely. Sickly, hair falling off and abnormally small, she has a weak heart and a very frail body. There is a large window next to her bed and a beautiful garden outside. Although almost always in pain, the girl hardly thinks about death; she likes cliche stuff, birds and butterflies, clouds in the sky. 
Every morning, she makes an effort to sit by the window for some sunshine. Unlike any other day, today, something magical is about to happen, and then a tragedy. It has to do with a couple of lover butterflies, supposedly extinct butterflies. She first sees them flying outside her window and later, chasing in the garden from flower to flower. Watching the butterflies is giving her a taste of freedom, even if it doesn't belong to her, she becomes so alive in the moment that she fails to notice another spectator in the picture; a mean kid who is hiding behind a blueberry bush and waiting to pounce. Weighing around 90lbs and 58inches tall, he's a bully who looks like a 10-year-old boy but really, he's barely 8. When the timing is right, the boy leaps out unexpectedly with a big yellow net. He catches the butterflies and traps them in a glass jar. 
Anxious and desperate, the little girl who sees everything grabs hold of a brand new slingshot tucked in the bottom drawer, it was her birthday present from last year. Using pebbles as ammunition and mustering all her strength, she fires! The first pebble shoots off but misses the target by a close inch. Made aware of her position, the bully is now marching towards her with angry eyes. It may seems like a disadvantage at first, but as he walks closer and closer towards her, the shorter distance between them allows her to aim with better precision. Leaning forward with trembling hands, she launches her second attempt and success! The jar shatters and falls into pieces; succumbing to gravity and muffled by the grass. The butterflies are free. However, no one is paying attention to them, women are screaming and babies are crying. There is blood on the garden floor and the lifeless body of a little girl who just fell from the second floor. Her soul becomes instantly attached to her last emotion, gathering broken pieces to somehow make it whole. No one told her to let go so she hangs on until time grows tired of her and then magic. She becomes a butterfly and time starts again.