Primetime Blues

Prices of vegetables soar to an all-time high: public urged not to go panic buying. Conditions in evacuation centers getting worse: poor sanitation causes children's death. Billions worth of agri products lost: starvation imminent. Hilltop city on the brink of a breakdown: fuel, food supplies desperately needed. Cemetery washed away by the swift currents: Lady asks heavens, "why didn't Peping spare the departed?"

Gloomier times ahead: nation braces for recession.

Apologies for being a negastar again. I can't help but feel gloomy after watching the evening news earlier. I was not aware that the trail of destruction left by the two storms had reached pandemonium levels. I didn't know the misery felt there will have an adverse effect in the suffering endured by everyone here.

And they say the same thing: mud and water destroyed their homes; Floods swallowed everything in sight; A dam was opened and water cascaded down to an unsuspecting lowland. There was no time to save one's belongings.

In days like this, I feel sorry for the children. I am sad because they do not deserve this tragedy. They weren't there to stop the greed from happening. They weren't around to complain how some privileged few cut down our rain forests. And they weren't there to decide where to put their parents' homes and not block the waterways that are clogged today.

By now we know, nature has its way of striking back. Now that we have been mortally wounded by its fury,

I wonder if we would finally learn this time around.







If one billion tree-hugging hippie souls are what's left of humanity,
would the planet be a better place to live?