Wednesday, 11 July 2012
An old poem:
Setting sun, casting lingering shadows upon the greying shores
Crashing waves from the tide, flowing in with discarded toys
People leaving, setting sail, some still waiting for that gale.
Sadly, some without a choice, their sorrow without a voice.
Cries unheard, tears unseen, leaving behind festering greed.
Vacating their place, tired of seeing another uncaring face.
Gleeful fly feeding on yet another, people rushing crestfallen.
Nary a smiling brow as they just staggered on with a frown.
Dying preferred to being ill, like a used battery dumped in the fields.
What have we become, where are we going?
Where the promised alpine land once stood, only ruins awaits the
ones that were lost.
The dream that once was is no more, press on, return not back
to the forsaken shore.
Wu Qi
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Monday, 18 June 2012
A brothers diary
Today was a bitter sweet day for me.
My younger sister will have a convocation and she got a 2nd upper honours no less.
What i have promised her years ago, i have finally seen her through it. A great weight is lifted off my shoulders
I am now 35, my younger sister turn will come soon when she reaches 30. Now armed with a degree, she can finally make her mark in the
corporate world and hopefully in the next few years. In good faith, i have waited and kept the family afloat while she goes after the paper chase.
Just hope to pass on the baton, at least as a brother, i felt i have done my minimum duty and i remain proud of her.
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