Please help me with my Chicken Fever

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擁有

當我們在憂慮没有人为我們慶祝生日時，他連自己的出生日期和正确年齡都不知道。

- 因為他是個孤儿。

當我們在头痛着新的一年有什么新動向時，他確不知道何時何日是新年。

- 因為他連日歷都没有，生活度日如年。

當我們在煩惱着屋子小而羡慕別人的家時，他正在瓦礫中撿拾仅有的家當。

- 因為他的家昨日又被炸毁了。

當我們在看着電視發呆而抱怨節目沉悶時，他確從未看過及擁有過電視機。

- 因為電流很珍貴，晚上能看到光，已經很可貴了。

當我們在計畫着假期旅行應往哪儿玩樂時，他確在籌謀着一家人應該往哪儿逃難。

- 因為炮火時常来到家門前，催逼他離開。

當我們在懊惱朋友把自己拍得太丑太胖時，他確連自己的容貌也認不出。

- 因為他平生只拍過一次照，但確未曾看過自己的照片。

當我們的孩子只为了家人責罵而鬧自殺時，他確在一片苦難中堅持要存活下来。

- 因為他珍惜生命，他愛他的家人。

當我們的孩子整天沉迷于電腦及電視機時，他的孩子確从未看過及玩過玩具。

- 因為他們經常多日三餐不繼，最重要的是食物而非玩具。

在同一个地球上，我們所擁有的不比人家差，不比别人少。我們所擁有的，已經比他們好，已經比他們多。我們應該珍惜今天我們所擁有的，因为明天也許他？她？它？不再是屬于我們的了！我們不應該在失去後才來後悔！愿與大家共勉之.....切記......


SOMEHOW I got dragged into some "meaningful" shit in the middle of a madness night... Okay, my Chinese-English translation is hereby put to the test, I am suppose to translate this piece of cake (I mean shit...) into, "Engrand" or whatever you call it. Nope I'm not that "artistic" or "morally educated" as what you might say but I'm doing this upon a request by our pretty cum gorgeous cum smart cum almighty cum sexy Jess~~~~(ssssssss) as she exclaimed that her mastery of Chinese language is not that of my standard (now you know). Ahem, dear readers, please be my dearest witness that she has promised to treat me to a meal of Mc Donald's for this, YOU HEAR ME.

Here it goes...


Possession

Feeling isolated? Never really had a true friend? Your birthday is being neglected?? Not to mention celebrating, he doesn't even know his own birthday.
-Because he's an orphan.

Been crooking your brain to think of a new target and what to achieve in the new year? Well he doesn't even know what it's like in the new year.
-Because he doesn't even have a proper calendar, he has been living his whole life as though he has to undergo a long and suffering year in everyday's life. (what the heck is this?)

While you are being shy and afraid to show your shabby house to friends, and admiring those with glamorous houses, he is picking up what are left that lie in the ruins of houses.
-Destructions caused by wars have claimed his house yesterday, again.

Getting sicked with those 121 channels in Astro of yours?? (okay maybe those 6 channels of buatan Malaysia...), they can't even distinguish a television from my shoe box!
-Electricity is their jewel, it'd already be a great fortune that they'd see even a dim light at night, not to mention to see a bunch of moving pictures in my shoe box!

Hawaii? Phuket? MALACCA!? Where to in this wonderful holiday?? They are planning where to go too, just to avoid those icing-cool bullet heads and missiles from piercing their rooftops, and maybe, their asses.
-Gunfires visit everyday, they have no choice but to run a 40km marathon.

Yerr... Fat? Pimples? Skinny? Ugly? Pork chop? Spec'key??? For god sake he doesn't even know how does he look like!
-For they have only taken their photos once in a lifetime, and they couldn't even look at their own photo. (this, I don't understand. Where are all the IDs? All went to Big Ear Hole??)

"Mum I hate you" Ought to be a runaway wannabe? Leaving soon? Wanna suicide? Not so early my boy. He is glad and thankful that he is still alive.
-He knows what kind of business a life is, he knows how and when to appreciate it. He loves his family!

Your children have been DotA'ing and CS'ing for a whole freaking night?? His kids don't even know how to differentiate a toy gun from a real one! (okay maybe a better one, "his kids don't even know how to differentiate Transformers from my shoe box!!")
-For they have always not been able to get sufficient food everyday, do you even think that they'd have time to toy and "fool" around you freaking O2 maniac!?? You hear me you freaking bunch of O2 fingers-haywired-X.Ray eyes-maniacs!!???


I am truly regret that to a certain extent that I've been misleading Banana Readers regarding this truly truly meaningful (from the very Malacca.Strait-deep-bottom of my heart) allegations (I mean erm... "Findings") from our dear friend here

Ying En<<---I mean, for crying out loud, read her original entry already!!

, yes I am admitting that I've done something "quite terribly" wrong in the first place. Okay trust me, this piece of essay (darn, I mean... "Texted feeling"... nay, forget it) is very well-written (I actually can't believe that until Jess(sssssss) told me so) and touching, you have my gratitudes (representing the unfortunate bunch...) for being concern and aware of lives out there.

Pardon me if I really did anything terrible in this post, as you know I only do it for an earning (I mean... I need a piece of chicken so badly that I'd die for it, Doc Kynne said that I really need it a.s.a.p as I'm suffering from a "Chicken Fever", no pun intended).