| Tuesday, May 25, 2004 |
| Can't Sleep... |
I went to bed at near 11PM, feeling really lethargic and tired after my shower and thinking, "If I sleep early, then I can wake up early."
Tough. I woke up at 3+ AM, rolled around for half an hour, and have been up since...maybe it was a bad idea to come online. Ah...
Badmash - a weekly South Asian Comic Strip. It's actually quite funny, I think. Actually, more "Indian" than South Asian I think... =)
Before I fell asleep earlier, there was this item on BBC World Service about children with AIDS in developing countries. They talked about China, about how infected children often go untreated and there is difficulty dosing them because the meds available there are only in pill form, and as the children go it's hard to dose properly, risking under or overdosing. What they need are meds in syrup form.
They played, for a while, the plaintive cries of a little boy calling for his father...those cries tore into my heart. The poor child! He was adopted as an orphan and his foster parents didn't know...poor child. I cried. And then I thought, I'm really, really blessed to have all I have...yet I still complain and bemoan my circumstances. What's the use? There're always gonna be people seemingly better off than us.
People, please, please, consider properly before you engage in things that could cause harm and hurt to others.
I also watched About Schmidt on VCD yesterday afternoon. It was great. Jack Nicholson is fantastic. So is Kathy Bates. And this movie struck me as being very honest. No heavy duty, fancy schmancy make-up for anyone. Just nothing fancy, the way a lot of movies are these days. The characters look real, feel real. And did I say Jack Nicholson is just great? His portrayal of Schmidt is such that you can't help but empathise and root for him from the first scene onwards. He has a very gentle, paternal voice too.
There was this scene where he wanted to go to find his daughter in Denver (I think) when he was only supposed to arrive a day or two before her wedding. She wouldn't let him come, and was rather rude about it. I thought, "Oh God, I hope I never do that to my parents!" But even as I thought it, I knew I had already done it to them, though not in the same exact way. And I've done the same to God too. =( How often do we not treasure what we have. There is nobody who loves me more than God, and no human being who loves me more than my parents. And yet.
It's been a rather introspective time for me lately. |
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