To you, ten mins may be just less important than your hour.
To you, ten mins may be the time you dozed off on your couch.
To you, ten mins may be just reading a section of your book.
To you, ten mins may only mean the count of ten ticks on your clock.
To them, these ten minutes were their first sunshine, and the last.
After these few ticks, off they would be slashed in the throat and down the scalding hot water.
Moments later, they'd be bagged and you'll see them on your plate. Ahh... Sorry, food. The reason why I felt so, is because I hear them quack and chirp every morning and ever since, I started to hear these quacks and chirps in the meat on my plate. Often I could't finish then.
Once again, please appreciate your food and not waste.
Let's move on.
This is the Commonwealth Cinema complex just next to Clementi Station. Probably the older ones should know, cos it's been there since long long time ago. Some younger ones, like me, would have asked 'why the hell is it not torn down yet?'. With so many cracks, some probably not even visible, it is no wonder that it must be grounded today. I guess it had lived more than 30 years.
So the sight today is like this (above). Just in about two weeks, this building will be completely demolished, making way for the new shopping complex, condo and bus interchange!
Guys, let us now come back to food. So ashamed to say that this time, I did wasted some food. Why? I didn't dare to eat. So the waste. Why did I not dare to eat? You look at it yourself:
You eat pork. Some don't. But will you eat a pig whose short lifetime is yet shortened for a portion of your stomach not even 1/20 filled? Ladies and gentlemen, this is a piglet.
I don't think I wish to say 'people, please enjoy the succulent piece of belly meat, suck the eyes, dig the ears and bite the flaps'. Did I just say 'suck the nose or kiss the lips'?
I died in agony and pain. You cut and eaten me in happiness, yet.
The bird fell. Its life too. The green bird died. Eyes open wide. (birds got no eyelid anyway). Stiffed. Abandoned. This dead bird again was shot, this time by my camera.
Or, me to for. Aww, metour four. Dong, dong. Dang.
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