I'm Fickle Minded

Nah. I'm blogging just for my sister Wendy in USA, who has nothing to do during office hours (like me, sometimes) and prefers reading blogs in her office cubicle, which she proudly declares that it shields her from being watched by others.

'Don't stop blogging!' she protested.

Just like a few months ago when I decided to give it up. But well, I have since started a diary and I think it's meaningful. But it's okay, I will just blog nonsense here. See the shallow side of me. Muhahaha.

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I just hope on one hand our deafening cries and calls for donations to Myanmar not overshadow what has happened in China. Sure I can think of many reasons why our 'hearts' seem to be with the Burmese more than with the Chinese, as if to say one has suffered less than the other (God forbid!):

1. The Oppression of the Junta
2. Their Poverty
3. Our hatred of the Junta's ineptitude
4. Their Humility
5. Our Close Friends There
6. Our organisational links with them

and the list goes on.

But if we were to cry so hard for Myanmar and yet be absolutely silent on China, I think something could be very wrong. Compassion due to familiarity is not compassion. I certainly hope that is not the case. People dying is people dying, whether they are known or unknown, familiar or not, whether we know some of them personally or not. And perhaps we like to rationalise and say 'well, the Chinese government is doing pretty well!' and thus turn our attention away from the suffering.

I say, pray for China with that same fervency.