Of emo-ness

I wonder if anyone is actually reading all these posts one by one.. Hmm. Oh well. *crosses fingers*

I do hope while reading, you guys can think about how to write good compos ok? :) Not that these entries are perfect (note: spelling and grammatical errors - have you spotted any? :) ), but they are examples of how writing need not be confined to "One fine day....".

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May 26th, 2005

I wonder if the world is really as we perceive it to be. We see the world as something so colourful, so vivid in its details, so true in its relations. But is it really that simple and innocent? Is everyone really up to the standard society sets for them?

Yesterday, I saw this little boy in KFC eating with his mother. He was about 4-5 years old, clad in shirt and shorts. He was so obedient, sitting quietly waiting while his mother set about preparing the pieces of chicken and fries he was about to eat. Even after his mother said he could eat, he moved ever so slowly, picking up a fry carefully, dabbing it with ketchup ever so cautiously and putting it in his mouth with the speed of a gourmet tasting a competitor's food for the first time. His face was full of anticipation and hope. His body still on the chair, he leaned forward and offered his mother a piece of chicken. his mother refused gently and urged him to eat a little faster. Throughout the sedate meal, he wasn't climbing around like the mischievous monkeys some boys his age are. He just sat there quietly, not even chattering, savouring his food.

What caught my attention, however, was how he looked. Sure, he looked every bit the handsome boy he was, but his face was filled with such maturity and depth that I couldn't fathom. He was only 4 years old, yet he gave me the impression that he had been through a lot, endured hardships and torture, which was silly, now that you think about it, but at that moment I was struck by his features. I almost stopped eating and couldn't really take my eyes off him. I was fascinated.

Of course, he couldn't have endured that much torture, since he was brought by his mother to KFC in the first place to enjoy what kids enjoy, but still I couldn’t help thinking when I got home that maybe life trials do show on one's face or features whether they like it or not. On the other hand, if you believe in past lives, then he probably was some maligned innocent worker who got convicted of some felony. I don't know what I believe. I only know that life reflects upon us, our cultures and the way we do things. Does life reflect culture or does culture reflect life?

Whichever it is, I believe that little boy was enjoying his meal, which probably does not occur often in his 4 years. That cute innocence, those child-like mannerisms, that reflective mood, has a huge impact on me. I really want all children in the world, regardless of where they are, how old they are, who they are, to enjoy their childhood years, never to experience the awful horrors some of us are going through right now.

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