People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father father father help us
Send us some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?-
WHERE IS THE LOVE?60 hours
195 dead
22 foreigners
15 security personnel
5 Americans
2 French Nationals
2 Australians
2 Canadians
1 Japanese
1 German
1 British Cypriot
1 Italian
1 Thai
1 Singaporean hostage
nearly 300 injured
What have these innocent people done to incur your wrath and to satisfy your crazy devilish devour for people, for lives? What have these innocent people done so that the world can hear your malicious laughter?
Look left, look right, look everywhere. They all have one thing common : Yes, blood and dead bodies strewn all over with a sullen echo of gunshots and more gunshots.
Why, why has the value of a human's life been degraded to such a level of ruthlessness, so much so that it's being treated like a game. I play, I win. Why, why such a mindset?
Please I plead, do hear our cries, crying out loud.
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Life is not a war game where you kill when you feel like it. Well, thinking and reflecting about this year, I have two words to sum it all up.
Interesting. Refreshing.The new experiences and insights gained, the challenges faced, the tough times and the merry-making memories, they've all been interesting and refreshing.
And through all these, I'll attribute all these memories to the wonderful loving fun class of 207. We came in as people of different class sprits. I can still vividly remember the first time we stepped into E311, when we found ourselves seats, members from 107 and 108 had this what seemed invisible margin drawn in the middle of the class. Recess was unspeakable, 107ers huddled in their own corner, like wise the 108ers.
Well, let's juxtapose that to now, where we all have a common class spirit. Where we all so hate the fact that we were leaving E311, that housed us for the past year. Where we had so many fond memories together as a class. Where we all held farewells for teachers in mid-year. Where we all partied wildly during the class parties. Where we all prepared for interclass competitions and cheered our peers on. Where we all hated tearing down the class decor that has bagged us a third and stayed with us throughout the year, throughout our trials and tribulations. Where we all felt the heart-ache and hard work as we took down the stars hanging from the ceiling from La Stariesta. Where we all formed the ring of love and sang songs on the last day of school. Where we all received our progress reports for Year 2 of our Secondary school life. Where we all hugged and (some) cried when the school bell rang, signalling the end of the school term. That's a whole lot of memories, isn't it?
From the perspective of the class chairpersons of the class, I'll fully admit that 207 isn't flawless. There have been times where things just didn't seem as great as one would expect them to be. There have been times where I've gotten really pissed off with the class and all. But just as well, I can wholeheartedly also admit that I must be indeed blessed, lucky and fortunate to belong to this class of crazily fun-loving and dynamic 36 individuals. The most fond memories, loving times of my secondary school life (so far) had been mostly acquired by this very class Just like the envelope, that Ms Amanda Chong placed her little bookmarks as souvernirs and gave them to us, read:
I'll fully agree that we are indeed a class full of extroverts with MORE THAN ENOUGH energy to split atoms.
To make and mould 207 to where it is today, it is the commitment and care of every single member of the class. It is the love and reponsibility of every single member of the class. To work towards a vibrant community where we can make worthwhile of our memories here in RG. With so much care and love, the least I can possibly do is to extend my gratitude to every single individual of the class to thank them for their lovely contributions to my memory of 207. The indescribable feeling of gratitude that I have to every one of you is way more than the words that I've mentioned here.
[to be continued...]
