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Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.


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into_the_wild

:: Wednesday Morning, Five AM ::



:: Wednesday Morning, Five AM ::

The five hour conversation with L ended past four, almost five.
We left the kayu prata shop. We took a few steps.
And then he latched onto another topic and started talking, again.
His left held a packet of beehoon goreng he lovingly bought for his wife.
His right articulated his point of view.
We then bade farewell in the light drizzle and he drove away.
I have always found L to be loquacious and then, a little bit more.
Tonight, though, I caught a glimpse of the soul.
Over teh tarik, L shared with us his experience during his varsity days in London.
L recollected his first trip, during the eighties, to a HIV camp where patients waited to die.
He donned a protective suit, complete with a mask and glove.s
"I went in to shake their hands," he recounted.
"But as I left the camp, my friend told me not to return anymore."
"My friend told me that the patients felt more uncomfortable than I was, and then I realised."
L then went back again, as himself, and gave every patient a tight hug.
"A few weeks later," he added, "while I was playing the piano in the hall, the patients started talking about the stranger in the protective gear that ostracized them."
"I stood up, and told them I was the one."
"I apologized," he confessed.
I was moved.
I was moved by the fact that he realised.
I was moved by the fact that he realised, and then, apologized, when he could have chosen anonymity.
That made him a different person, now, to me.
As I stood, in the light drizzle, waiting for a cab, an old song came back to me.

There's a new world somewhere
They call The Promised Land
And I'll be there some day
If you will hold my hand
I still need you there beside me
No matter what I do
For I know I'll never find another you


Its that warm fuzzy feeling again.






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it's what they do that make them great people.

touched.

To know where you've done wrong, acknowledge it and move on...that's the right thing to do.

i'm a little sad and also resolved to see that i am more cynical in that one example isn't enough to convince me of a person's character. not to say that i don't think that it was awesome of your friend, but i'm miserly with my willingness to accept people as nice and kind and wonderful until i, unknowing to them, witness something like that.


it's a form of a defense mechanism, but it's also sad that i, over just 5 years being in singapore, have become so hard.

Don't give up on Love in humankind, especially Compassionate Love...

Go visit one of the hundreds of hospices, homes for the disabled, old folks' homes etc here, and you'll see many volunteers helping out the needy purely out of goodwill and compassionate love...

But of course, we shouldn't need to end up in such institutions to enjoy and experience compassionate love...

The idea is, just do YOUR part and don't worry about the rest...

thanks for the solid advice. it is hard to unlearn my defenses, but i know the truth and wisdom in what you say

i feel, that when we see that traits that make a human human, we become human ourselves.

something like what i experienced in the wee hours of this morning.


well said. it's probably one of the reasons i like disaster movies.

actually, during the 80s, protective suit noneless, the fact that he was there is already something BIG.

You friend was great.. i think by reading it we all can feel that he did the right thing.. but how many of us actually have the courage to do that. in fact how many of us will actually visit the patients. in front of others we will say that we should, since they needed care and concern, just like how we all will say that we need to visit the old folks at hospices and olf folks' homes etc. but only a handful really took time to visit them.. in fact i'm guilty of the fact that i only visit when there's a need, when i'm in a group and i followed as the group went to visit the old folks.

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