in remembrance of...

and the world moves on.

except for the selected few, who will always be stuck in limbo, losing a part of themselves, i cannot imagine.most, myself included, probably followed it closer than a soldier's haircut because it was so mysterious. not to mention the drama, the twists, the hype and all the things that should not have been, which was at the expense of their loved ones.

a young asylum seeker looking to start anew, the world at his feet. his life was taken apart, examined and laid bare for all to see. the co-pilot, the captain, the steward, the son, the groom to be, the best friend, the grandchild, the father, the flight attendant. all their lives and their stories were played like a game of cards to wrench as much tears and heartbreak from the readers in the hope of increasing their readership. he said, she said. facts that were not verified were raced to be published so that they could say they said it first. the oil rig worker who saw the plane go down in flames in south china sea. the woman who saw the plane in the water in the andaman sea. for their 5 minutes of glory, they did more damage than could ever be calculated. everybody wanted a piece of the tragedy for themselves. what i reported. what i know. what i think. what i felt. what i loss. what i wished. when is it about them? the ones that will never ever again have another second to talk, to learn, to ponder, to feel, to value. do you remember them as individuals? do you remember their names, their dreams, the lives they left behind? where is the dignity in death?

millions sighed. thousands cried. hundreds died. a nation was tested, blamed and hopefully, although doubtfully, learnt. everybody have their own theory of what happened. some people point their fingers, others empathised. so many people, so many different voices. the sun goes down. when it rises again, people are starting to forget. the faces, the pain, the lives cut short.