Do not stand at my grave and weep

If you follow the news on the death of nine tourists in Manila, I think you might have the same feeling as I....heartbroken. People from Hong Kong and China are extremely angry at the way Philippines handling this case. They are stupid and brainless. And their unplanned action resulted the death of the tourists.

The former policeman became a kidnapper and hijacked a bus full of tourists??!! How ridiculous is that!!! Moreover, he was removed by the police in January on charges of extortion and threatening drug dealers. He demanded so he could be reinstated in the police in exchange for the tourists' release.
How on earth this kind of stupid drama could ever happen??!!

Nine passengers have been killed and six injured.
Four broken families.
A husband sacrificed himself in protecting his wife.
Two children lost their parents.

When I become speechless?? Ya, when these things happen, I become speechless.
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All of all, it reminds me a poem.


Do not stand at my grave and weep,



I am not there, I do not sleep.


I am in a thousand winds that blow,


I am the softly falling snow.


I am the gentle showers of rain,


I am the fields of ripening grain.


I am in the morning hush,


I am in the graceful rush


Of beautiful birds in circling flight,


I am the starshine of the night.


I am in the flowers that bloom,


I am in a quiet room.


I am in the birds that sing,


I am in each lovely thing.


Do not stand at my grave and cry,


I am not there. I do not die.
 
 
If I were their friends, I don't know what to say to comfort them, so I dedicate this poem to them.
If I were one of them, I will never laugh again in my life. I will definitely be sent to the mental hospital and live like a living corpse.
I have no ideas how other people can go through this kind of disaster.
Nothing could bring them back together anymore. Even God.
 I hope the people around them will give them strength and help them to become stronger in the coming days.
Just like what the poem said, they do not die and they are living in their heart forever and ever.
 
But still, heartbroken.

Guests in my life

After my graduation, I headed to Seremban to find my cousins. Along the journey, many things flashed over my mind. Mr.Paul lectures, critical thinking classes, Ms. Yoges, assignments, course mates, PC foods, before Jaya One was built, church mates, Jesus Christ, roommates and etc. I was so quiet and sitting there seeing the view outside the train, just like my memory, moving very fast and unreachable.



I hate to say goodbye. Although the relationships among our course mates are not very close but having them in my life just like breathing, you don’t feel it but it is very important.


I know definitely I will keep in touch with some of them like Jane, Ceek Chean, Enyi, Vinu, Kung, Darren and King. But the others….unlikely. When I looked into YZ’s eyes and said ‘Keep In Touch’, I know that would be the last word that I ever said to her. Pity human, pity friendship and pity me. I am trying so hard to catch the bond that holding us together but finally it was broken. Maybe we just need to let some of our ‘guests’ to move on in our life.


Maybe we are not going to meet in the future but anyway I want to say thank you for leaving your footsteps in my heart. Much appreciated.