post #200
Intended save this post number for year end, but changed my mind after last night. After finishing debug process (later found out that the data from table wasn't correct, not the function module that I created), I went home. Dropped Fitri off near her house, stopped by at Multiplus Gadink to send some books to my sis, something that has been overdue too long. Arrived there at almost 11 PM, talked to the guy there that I wanted to send package to Oz. Long story short, I paid and walked out the door.
There in front of multiplus, two little boys rummaging trash bin. I didn't really notice them, not until I opened the car door, sat, turned on the engine and the head lamps. Showered by the light from the head lamps, I looked at them and I felt even more exhausted than I'd already been. They were probably still 7-8 years old. Both of them were collecting plastic bottles and soft drink cans. The sight kinda broke my heart...such young age, yet have to face the bitterness in life. They're supposed to be sleeping in their warm bed, dreaming about moon, toys, or whatever...Such an irony remembering Kelapa Gading is considered as one of elite neighborhood. What does the future hold for them? I dunno....Jewel's song was instantly played on my mind..."It's a shame there's no one to blame...For all the pain that life brings" Who's to blame for their condition? their parents? the government? or even higher....God? I wonder does my sympathy do any good? Surely it doesn't change their condition. One thing I'm sure, I was again reminded to be grateful for everything that I have. It may not much, but there are still lots of people who have less. And beside this realization...another Jewel's song played..."In the end only kindness matters" Her songs are good....Social issues...*sighhh.....
Jewel - Stand
Walk in a corner shop
See a shoplifting cop
See the old lady with a gun
See the hero try to run
Nothing's what it seems, I mean
It's not all dirty, but it's not all clean
There's children paying bills
There's monks buying thrills
There's pride for sale in magazines
There's pills for rent to make you clean
Marvin Gaye, there's no brother, brother
Woody Guthrie's land can't feed Mother
Reff:
Mothers weep, children sleep
So much violence ends in silence
It's a shame there's no one to blame
For all the pain that life brings
If you will just take me
It might just complete me
And together we can make a stand
A waitress brings me lunch
We meet but do not touch
On TV, D.C. is selling lies
While in the corner, King's dream dies
Go to the counter, pay for me and my friend
A homeless man pulls out a roll, says it's on him
The mayor has no cash
He said he spent it on hookers and hash
Reff
You will love me, I will love you (x2)
Mothers weep, children sleep
So much violence ends in silence
It's a shame there's no one to blame
For all the pain that life brings
If you will just take me
It might just complete me
And together we can make a stand
Jewel - Hands
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
and not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
and useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
and heart ache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
Intended save this post number for year end, but changed my mind after last night. After finishing debug process (later found out that the data from table wasn't correct, not the function module that I created), I went home. Dropped Fitri off near her house, stopped by at Multiplus Gadink to send some books to my sis, something that has been overdue too long. Arrived there at almost 11 PM, talked to the guy there that I wanted to send package to Oz. Long story short, I paid and walked out the door.
There in front of multiplus, two little boys rummaging trash bin. I didn't really notice them, not until I opened the car door, sat, turned on the engine and the head lamps. Showered by the light from the head lamps, I looked at them and I felt even more exhausted than I'd already been. They were probably still 7-8 years old. Both of them were collecting plastic bottles and soft drink cans. The sight kinda broke my heart...such young age, yet have to face the bitterness in life. They're supposed to be sleeping in their warm bed, dreaming about moon, toys, or whatever...Such an irony remembering Kelapa Gading is considered as one of elite neighborhood. What does the future hold for them? I dunno....Jewel's song was instantly played on my mind..."It's a shame there's no one to blame...For all the pain that life brings" Who's to blame for their condition? their parents? the government? or even higher....God? I wonder does my sympathy do any good? Surely it doesn't change their condition. One thing I'm sure, I was again reminded to be grateful for everything that I have. It may not much, but there are still lots of people who have less. And beside this realization...another Jewel's song played..."In the end only kindness matters" Her songs are good....Social issues...*sighhh.....
Jewel - Stand
Walk in a corner shop
See a shoplifting cop
See the old lady with a gun
See the hero try to run
Nothing's what it seems, I mean
It's not all dirty, but it's not all clean
There's children paying bills
There's monks buying thrills
There's pride for sale in magazines
There's pills for rent to make you clean
Marvin Gaye, there's no brother, brother
Woody Guthrie's land can't feed Mother
Reff:
Mothers weep, children sleep
So much violence ends in silence
It's a shame there's no one to blame
For all the pain that life brings
If you will just take me
It might just complete me
And together we can make a stand
A waitress brings me lunch
We meet but do not touch
On TV, D.C. is selling lies
While in the corner, King's dream dies
Go to the counter, pay for me and my friend
A homeless man pulls out a roll, says it's on him
The mayor has no cash
He said he spent it on hookers and hash
Reff
You will love me, I will love you (x2)
Mothers weep, children sleep
So much violence ends in silence
It's a shame there's no one to blame
For all the pain that life brings
If you will just take me
It might just complete me
And together we can make a stand
Jewel - Hands
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
and not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
and useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
and heart ache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
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