last year, 7th July, it was after the annoucement in singapore that the next olympics will be held in london... whilst i was enjoying the last moments of life with singapore with my sister (before she headed to london and i to another world)... that terrorism shook the underground stations and bust routes of london.
the joy of winning the bid to host the olympics quickly turn into the gory of bloodshed and the reality of horrors. it may not have the quick jerk that bolted us when the twin towers crashed on our tv screens neither the devastating, unimaginable human toll... but it was the feeling of death that was imbibed on that earthly afternoon in london that was transmitted through BBC and CNN.
one year on and here we are, still living, still combating the jihadist that sneak around us. vigilently and diligently, combing the nooks and corners that they crawl into. with the question: what next?
no, it is not a bad dream. it is life.
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