We Are The World 25 For Haiti

We all need somebody that we can lean on
When you wake up look around and see that your dreams gone
When the earth quakes we’ll help you make it through the storm
When the floor breaks a magic carpet to stand on
We are the World united by love so strong
When the radio isn’t on you can hear the songs
A guided light on the dark road your walking on
A sign post to find the dreams you thought was gone
Someone to help you move the obstacles you stumbled on
Someone to help you rebuild after the rubble’s gone
We are the World connected by a common bond

Stare

I watched them, I envy them.
When I look at them, I'm glad its working good for them.
And when I stare at them, I despise them.
I'm jealous.

And why cant I have it the way they have it?
And there I was, kept on staring at them.
And here I am, trying to look away.
But I just cant unlock that stare from them.

Those familiar faces

Those faces brought back my emotions.

There he was, still dark as before, still had to mutter words.
There he was, still mischievous and foul-mouthed.
There he was, still quiet.
There he was, still calm and in control.
And there he was, still curious.

There she was, still high spirited and full of smiles.
There she was, still staring.
And there she was, still speculating.

And here I am, proud of them.
And here I am, laughing with them.
And here I am, advising them.
And here I am, crying, missing them so much.

And there they were, those familiar faces, waving goodbye to me.

When the time comes

When the time comes, the egg will hatch.
When the time comes, the grub becomes hard.
When the time comes, wings will flutter.
When the time comes, two hearts will bear.
When the time comes, the fire will be extinguished.
and when that time comes, it will happen.
It's just as it should be.

A Reality

There I was, just trying to get my first meal of the day at 11 at big mamak place near Kampung Melayu. After confirming my order of Teh Tarik and Roti Telur, my favourite habit triggered. I started to observe people around me. At my 12 o clock, there's a table of an Indian family. The father, mother and son sat there happily eating their brunch. directly behind them was a group of Malay men, clad in simple kampung attire, ragged shirt and pants. They were talking about anything, mostly nothing is of importance. At my 10 o clock, there was a pair of Chinese businessmen. They were obviously discussing their opportunities of getting more profit, intervened by some CNY preparations small talks.

My meal came. It was cold. So much for the big building.

As I was tearing down the mamak cuisine, an animal crossed in front of me. A cat. A mother. She was holding her baby, maybe 3 weeks old, by its hind leg. It struck me that there might be something wrong with the kitten. The mother cat laid the kitten on the floor, between me and the Chinese businessmen, licking its litter with love and attention. It didn't made any movement at all. The kitten was dead.

The Indian family was uneasy with the cats.

The Malays gave glances then continued with their conversation.

The Chinese, they called for the waiters to throw away the dead kitten.

And they did.

The maternal instinct of the cat kicked in. Younger than Eton (maybe she's about 1 years old), she couldnt help but to watch everything helplessly. Seeing the dead body of her offspring being swept away and sent to the nearest black bin, she cried and cried for her lost litter. She begged and begged these people for her baby. No one cared to be attentive, empathetic and caring to this young mother. It was a sad reality.

She is, after all, was just a cat.

Ah okay, wow....

The battery is needed, not the bulb.
Coz the bulb doesnt need another bulb to light.

The cactus needs just few drops of water, not a tank of it.
For the cactus will die of too much to drink.

The surfer can only surf on tides, not on a tsunami.
Or it will drown him.

And the sailor needs a calm breeze, blowing his sail to his destination.
And he'll pray and pray and hope for the typhoon and the storm would get past the ship so that his precious cargo wont find the seabed a comfy home.