Being the last day of 2005.. I feel that i should round it up well & haf some reflections.

Todae seem so peaceful & quiet. Carz on e street seems lesser too, was it my illusions or mani would stay indoor till nite for e long awaited count down ?

I switched on tv n watch channel News Asia. It was on a documentary on the Orphans caused by the cruel tsunami last dec 26.

Bad stuff usualli comes in e end of e yr ?? bt at least to me, it is.

I was pretty affected aft watchin the documentary. Glad tt e kids had left their individual lonely homes which most were used to be noisy n squeezy bt warmth. Now probably to them is too big for one to stay alone, facing e 4 walls n nothin else. The scene which they haf lost their kins is still so vivid in their mind that as if it jus happens yesterday.

Glad tt the authorities had done their part lendin a helpin hand to dis poor young kids. A religious school was built in thai n this was used to home the orphans(of the tsunami), children was asked to move in as their will be education, food ,accomodation & pocket money provided. Mani did & glad to c most seem to haf recovered.Probably thats y pple say, kids forget tingz pretty fast. Bt i guess for dem, is not mere forgotten bt, they choose to store it @ e bottom of their heart & choose to brace up & relive for their love ones.

Mani said it was their religious, chanting. Gave them the meaning of live. Reminds mi of wad my mum ever told mi, regardless whether u r a christian, buddhist, taoist, hindu or muslim. People wif religion are mostly the ones who cant be so bad, ruthless aftall coz religious teaches one to be good.

The kids were able to draw a pic before & after Tsunami hit ARCHAE. & was even able to narrate e story wif a smile.. makes mi irresitably one to salute the little brave kids. If i were them , i doubt i could haf gave up on my life.

Well, guess those kids indeed touched my heart & made me learnt tt one shld brace up & move on no matter wad they mit on their way since they were given a chance to live on unlike those who haf been swept away by the merciless water.

Tis reminded mi of offerin help at a sri lanka burmist temple at upper serangoon to pack the donations into cartons to be spent over. I could stil rem the joy when all sporeans, mostly students, spend their weekends there packin, carryin, passing down the donations down in a toot toot train manner, to speed up the rate. It was pretty tiring bt a sense of accomplishement to be able to do somethin for the victims. Still remember the heartless rain that drenched the cartons & donations. Mani volunteers insited to keep the process goin under e rain.. .. indeed love is all around the world.

I researched on some stories & reports on tsunami to share wif u guys.. Its reli saddening..



A young Tamil boy stops crying after aid workers serve him lunch at a makeshift refugee camp January 4 in the village of Palai in northeastern Sri Lanka.

The Asian tsunami disaster has been particularly devastating for children, who faced the most danger from the rushing waves and are vulnerable to disease.




A boy named Chandrakumar grieves as he watches the cremation of his sister Sangita’s body on January 1. The fishermen’s colony where their family lived, Nagappattinam, is in the hard-hit southern Indian state of Tamil Nadu



In this photo released by the Liberation Tigers of Tamileelam, injured tsunami victims sit outside a school in the Tamil Tiger-controlled town of Mulathive in Sri Lanka on December 27.

The entire city was in chaos bt miracles do happen!



Annal Mary kisses her 20-day-old baby, Suppiah Tulasi, who survived the tsunamis on Penang resort island in northwestern Malaysia. When the waves hit, Tulasi’s parents were flushed out of their beachside restaurant. Tulasi, who had been napping when the disaster struck, was found hours later floating on a mattress inside the restaurant.
*guess dis kid is well guarded by god, blessed baby!*

Another miracle ..



This tiny baby boy was due on January 15th but his mother went into premature labor hours after fleeing her coastal home on India's Hut Bay island.

Namita Roy gave birth on a jungle hilltop surrounded by her husband and 700 survivors.

Fearful of aftershocks, the family ate bananas and drank coconut water for days before seeking medical attention.

As for the baby's name? He'll be called "Tsunami."

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I noe tis entry is reli long bt i tink is somethin i tink is worth posting.. Below is wad was behind the scenes..

*abstract version*

By reporter (Stand Grant):

...I was only here for about an hour or so when the full enormity of this story hit me.

We become a bit numb really to the big picture, the big images. We see the endless rows of bodies lying down on the ground and the hundreds of thousands of casualties. It affects you, but somehow it looks remote. It looks distant.

We were traveling with a group of Tamil Tigers, who were collecting the bodies of the dead from one area that had been devastated. And we came across a group of bodies in the distance.

From where I stood, I could see that they were children. No more than babies really, aged maybe between 1 to 3. From a distance, it just really didn't look real. They looked almost like mannequins or dolls.

But as we got closer, I saw their arms were locked around each other. They were hanging on to each other.

Their bodies had been tossed in the torrent ... as it came through. Somehow these three little kids had hung together and died together.

In those moments, you stop being a reporter. The tools of our trade, the objectivity and the distance that we need to be able to do our job effectively in most cases desert you. Being a reporter just doesn't cut it anymore.

I remember standing there, looking, and I couldn't help thinking about my own children. I have three little boys of my own. And I know I look in on them sometimes before they are about to go to bed, and they are often lying there and they have their arms around each other.

Looking at these three little children, with their arms around each other, reminded me so much of my own kids. And I started thinking about the little things that matter.

As I stood there, I actually started to broadcast live. I had a phone into one of the programs and Richard Quest, one of our London anchors, was on the other end of the line. As I was speaking to him, the bulldozer came through and lifted up those three bodies.

They stacked the wood about a meter or so high and placed these bodies on the funeral pyre. I remember standing there, live on air, describing this scene, trying to do my job as a reporter, which was just futile. I had stopped being a reporter. I was a father. I remember getting to the end of it and just not knowing anymore what to say.

Richard came on and he said [this] is a very solemn moment, there's nothing I can ask you. I hung up the phone and at that moment the fire was lit. It was a funeral service.

That is what I was witnessing. A funeral service. No priest. No mourners. No parents. Just three little babies in this barren landscape lifted up onto a funeral pyre and set alight.

I remember then just thinking a little prayer for them and wanting to be with my own family. I tried to ring my wife a few minutes to hear her voice but she wasn't home.

That image -- how it touched me and how it made [this disaster] seem so more real -- distilled what this story is about for me. Down to its basics.

It's not about the hundreds of thousands of people affected and tens of thousands who have died. It's about individual lives. And it's those individual lives now that have to try to go on, that are going to have to survive. They are going to have to find the little things in life to sustain them.

Below are the horror pics dat was nt shown on tv..



Funeral pyres of people killed by the tsumani burn on the beach at Alappad, in the southern Indian state of Kerala, on Wednesday.



Volunteers load bodies into coffins in preparation for cremation on Tuesday near Takuapa, Thailand.



Soldiers dump bodies from Sunday's tsunami into a mass grave Wednesday in Banda Aceh, Indonesia.



A Thai man on Thursday walks around the outside of a Buddhist temple near Takuapa, where more than 1,000 bodies are laid out.



An injured Acehnese girl, who lost her entire family in the tsunami and is suffering severe memory loss, is being treated at a hospital in Banda Aceh in Indonesia.

The World Health Organization's David Nabarro told CNN that survivors were at risk of diarrhea, respiratory infections and insect-borne diseases that could result in "quite high rates of death," but he quickly added that the living are in more danger from other survivors than from the dead.




A clock stopped at the hour on Sunday that the tsunami struck the town of Banda Aceh in Indonesia.

..... .. its raining & im feelin so solemn.. well , hope god is cryin for those who lost their lives to the merciless water.. Hope tis rain washes all the bad lucks & may 2006 be a better year for all!

Well its new yr... gonna haf new yr resolutions ya ?

Mine will be 1) To treat my grandma better, before i haf ani regrets.
2) World Peace
3) TO be a better person,happy & optimistic
4) Everyone around mi stay happy & healthy

I know it had been a long post. Thanks for bearing wif mi bt im glad i posted dis. Cos i tink i learnt somethin valuable thru it tt i can never get it fm ani of the bachelor degree books!

HaPPy 2006 to my dearest readers..