was listening to some chinese radio station on the way to tampines in the afternoon.. old tampines road changed.. alot.. so nice now.. the plants and trees..
the story is very nice.. the DJ, think is ling zhi, read out some story tt a guy wrote in for that special program, a true story.. and she made the whole story so. alive. this is the 2nd time i didnt change channel when i hear DJ toking.. besides the fri quan yi feng's slot of course.. the story is nice.. partly coz i can relate to part of it.. the writer mentioned this line, from harlem's "ming zhong zhu ding" lyrics..
[di qiu ji yi ji qian ji wan ge ren, wo te bie xiang ni]
thinking ar.. really lor.. there are so many pple in the world.. thousands and millions of them.. but y would u specially miss that particular person the most? it need not apply only to missing someone, but to almost everything..
really lor.. so many pple out there.. why do we care abt that someone's opinion, comments, words or actions more den others? doesnt it makes sense that we shld be bothered by wat the MAJORITY think instead?
but it's strange huh? sometimes things juz work this way and there's nth we can do abt it..
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