for the pessimist

From a sister, to a brother. I believe it takes plenty of courage to write this...and to want it posted because she doesn't know how else the brother might come to know of her concerns.

Here's it...

"We are all blessed with gifts from God including faith, goodness, knowledge, self-control, patience, service, and kindness.
But most importantly, we are all blessed with abundant LOVE and the ability to love.
Love is an art-
Not to be learnt, but to be expressed."

"I thank God for blessing me with such a wonderful brother,
To fill my emptiness, and cover up all the loneliness.
You have showered me with all the love a brother could ever give,
And I could not ask for anything more.

No matter what you have done that may seem wrong,
I am grateful for the care and concern you have given so freely.
You have definitely not failed as a brother, and never will,
Because you have done more than I could ever ask for.

There is no one greater, smarter, funnier, more loving and caring,
Better than whom you already are.
I just want you to know that-
I would always love you the way you are.

Underneath your ever changing personality

And your frequent outbursts

Lies a caring brother

Ever so thoughtful and true

Beneath your mask of indifference
Inside the gloomy looking heart
Lies an amazing brother

All that I could ever ask for

Underneath the hurtful words

that sometimes hit me right in the heart
Lies a wonderful brother

Who is like no other

You see the world though different eyes,
Looking at things in a way, which many cannot comprehend.

You pull yourself further away each time I ask,
And hide all that matters to me in the dark.

You may not know it, or choose not to see it,
But it really pains me to see you like this.
There is one important thing I know

Which you may not seem to show
That there is a heart filled to the brim
Of everything precious to you right within

No one is ever perfect, but only made perfectly by God- That is who you are.

You may not understand all of the above,
But I just wanted to tell you how much I love you."

Your courage and sincerity is felt. I'm sure he'll get to read this.

Haze PSI 130

Haze PSI 130
Originally uploaded by elginwx.

The hot topic, no pun intended.

This is akin to the Cosine graph. Some days you get a clear skyline along the CBD area while other days, you simply get the feeling that you're on Genting Highlands minus the cool weather.

Hiding in air-con rooms has never felt any better, even if it means to be seated along the corridors outside the seminar rooms of SMU....AS LONG as I'm sheltered from the creepy crawlers of hot smoke. You know what? They travelled all the way from Indonesian. No joke. Not vis-a-vis Jetstar, Tiger Airways nor S.I.A.

What their motive of visiting us? Hmm...good thing they came only after Singapore showcased herself to the world. (Well, that's another story to tell but I don't want to get sued for no reason.)
They are like clouds coloured with a nice snowy feeling but carry in them this element that is measured as subject '130'. I can almost see them surrounding me as someone walks pass the glass door, causing the automatic sensor door to open by itself with no beings coming through it except for the wonderful uninvited snow white friend from Indonesian.

They came because the wind decided to blow in this direction. Oh...how I wish superman's here to save us from the tyranny of what we cannot even touch. Even Singapore is under the mercy of nature.

You are not an exception.

Our sins are like the haze...so irritatable.

Anyway, here's something to chew upon. Even though I'm hidden in the rooms and corridors of SMU..... take a good read at this:

We're dying..

"During a smoke haze, the fine particulates enter an air-conditioned building through the fresh air intake and by infiltration through openings and gaps. The particulate levels indoor can thus build up to unacceptable levels. This could have undesirable health effect on the occupants of the building and adversely affect the efficiency of the air-conditioning system."

- Source: "The effects of smoke haze." National Environment Agency. Last accessed on 16th October, 2006. Available on the World Wide Web.

http://app.nea.gov.sg/cms/htdocs/article.asp?pid=1254

Here's a graph, on the PSI reading for today.

According to the data, the normal distribution of the PSI readings are not consistent. However, we can derive a trend. They are here mostly in the afternoons. In the morning, they take a backseat in the killings as many are asleep. The cruelty of the snow white smoke stretches from Tuas all the way to Changi. We are under the attacks of what we cannot fight against. We need superman.

And how I wish that can be done. Short and simple, a man to stand in the gap and blow the dusty gases back to its origin.

Don't we all seek that? We offer convenient prayers, give occassional and sometimes reluctant praises to Him who deserves all of it. Short cuts, Instant noodles, 3-in-1 powder and that follows a wide array of convenient items.

You want a short cut? The shortest distance you want to take is less than 1m. Your knees to the ground. Dry eyes to wet ones. It just doesn't make sense to be crying out when you don't actually cry out.

Ok, enough. I'm tired of sloppy inputs that generate nothing less than sloppy outputs. Sloppy outputs get thrown away when it cannot withstand the heat of God's fire. 500. That's the number of the month.