date: Wednesday, July 26, 2006 @ 10:23 pm
title: CIP
"What's your name?"
"Chicken!"
"Huh?"
"Chicken lar!"Kids. Children. Pre-adolescent.
Sometimes as I watch my next generation stroll past me with heaviness shrouding their necks, choking them with the expectation of daily Singapore life. Just being a student of a primary school, they have to face one of the toughest competition and to survive it in a rather spiritually inconducive environment for them to explore their abilities and skills. Their aims are their parents' aims and their parents' aims are social expectations.
Yet. These little ones that I dwelled among. Taught me what life is all about. I felt like a student among these carefree yet troubled kids. Their eyes and art pieces betrayed their inner being. Althought I can say proudly that I have survived the ordeals of my years, yet once again these ordeals seem nothing as I stood among them. As I looked at them, I saw myself. My younger days. My heart quenched.
Scars. They just resurfaced. They just made me understand them more. They are always there.
"Eh.. Teacher!"
"NO! what's my name?"
"Chicken!"
"Wa.."
I love them. But I can't. I have to be rootless, otherwise my emotions and feelings will race before me and embrace them even before my actions could catch up with. Then.. the scars will deepen.
"Teeeeacherrr!"
In my weakness, I see my strength.
In them, I see my future.
At there, I sense my destiny.
At home, alone.
"What?"
"Come lar. Teeeeacher!"
