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    Saturday, January 01, 2005

    Tsunamis...

    As I was looking forward to a new year begins, I was reminded of the tragic in nations around Indian Ocean. The victims laid along the beach (which has lost its beauty), with their eyes opened, their arms stretched out and there was fear in their facial expression. They fought for survivial but they lost the battle. THeir struggle to no avail.

    The survivors were not spared. They might be alive but they were no longer the same. Locals were hopeless as their homeland destroyed, shortage of supplies, lost of jobs and also their loved ones. The tourists were devastated, they too had lost their loved ones. What left in the memory of those who witnesses the tidal waves was traumatized experiences. Every night they would recount the whole events, the waves, the screams, the struggles and the death in their dream... it was NIGHTMARE!

    I can't exactly tell you, I know how they felt. It's something outsider couldn't understand bcoz we SINGAPOREAN in our island was shelthered by the neighbouring countries misfortunte in exchange for our blessing from possible immerse under the sea.

    THe beautiful beaches, cozy resorts and lively environment, with thousands of tourists coming in for a nice holiday. These nations with great resources and land which were seen as rivals to singapore's tourism board. But now, we have looked at it differently. We count ourselves lucky and in the same time with guilt. With limitation of what we can do for them, we also pray for the victims to rest in peace, the survivors to be stronger and move on and the nations to regain prosperity.

    Before I move on to a new chapter of my life, I would like to end my New Year eve with 1 minute of silence. *Counting down*

    - what's painful in life is our memory, bcoz it's somethng we have fer a lifetime. thats what made the survivors upsets, an experience they would never forget. -

    jamie was bouncin' @ 1:19 AM

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