*written on 9th June*
Two months plus being alone in Klang was tough, emotionally more than anything else.
Thankfully, I've been able to safely return to PJ for the past two weeks as the Movement Control Order (MCO) had been loosened to a Conditional Movement Control Order (CMCO).
It was very comforting to see that my family is safe, aside from our weekly updates via the family WhatsApp group chat.
I got to see Jols as well. It took some time for me to readjust to being around people I care for (and not just colleagues or inconsiderate Klang housemates).
I held her for a long time, both of us staying silent. I didn't know when to let go, possibly fearing that I've forgotten how to express care and gratitude. She was patient. I'm grateful for that, and thankful for her.
And then sadly, George Floyd died in the hands of police brutality. Another innocent black man, robbed of his life. Amidst a pandemic lockdown, riots took to the streets across the US. Police brutality escalates, even the military is mobilised.
Trump cowers in his White House bunker, a modern caricature of Adolf Hitler at the end of his fascist regime. Every day my disdain towards him grows, how he has perverted the US in such a short period. The National Guard could have been mobilized with COVID-19 testing centers been established months ago. Instead they'd rather mobilise them to wage war against their own citizens, committing war crimes by tear gassing peaceful protesters and destroying medical stations.
Despite all this cacophony, NASA SpaceX had ushered in a new chapter in interstellar travel, with Dragon 2 being launched into the ISS. I suppose these astronauts were lucky to get away from it all.
2020 is a crazy time to be alive. I can only beg for no repeats. No more hate crimes and no more senseless violence. And I'm on my knees, hoping for a better world tomorrow, as we heal and grow, with the pain, and hopefully past the pain.
Black Lives Matter.
Two months plus being alone in Klang was tough, emotionally more than anything else.
Thankfully, I've been able to safely return to PJ for the past two weeks as the Movement Control Order (MCO) had been loosened to a Conditional Movement Control Order (CMCO).
It was very comforting to see that my family is safe, aside from our weekly updates via the family WhatsApp group chat.
I got to see Jols as well. It took some time for me to readjust to being around people I care for (and not just colleagues or inconsiderate Klang housemates).
I held her for a long time, both of us staying silent. I didn't know when to let go, possibly fearing that I've forgotten how to express care and gratitude. She was patient. I'm grateful for that, and thankful for her.
And then sadly, George Floyd died in the hands of police brutality. Another innocent black man, robbed of his life. Amidst a pandemic lockdown, riots took to the streets across the US. Police brutality escalates, even the military is mobilised.
Trump cowers in his White House bunker, a modern caricature of Adolf Hitler at the end of his fascist regime. Every day my disdain towards him grows, how he has perverted the US in such a short period. The National Guard could have been mobilized with COVID-19 testing centers been established months ago. Instead they'd rather mobilise them to wage war against their own citizens, committing war crimes by tear gassing peaceful protesters and destroying medical stations.
Despite all this cacophony, NASA SpaceX had ushered in a new chapter in interstellar travel, with Dragon 2 being launched into the ISS. I suppose these astronauts were lucky to get away from it all.
2020 is a crazy time to be alive. I can only beg for no repeats. No more hate crimes and no more senseless violence. And I'm on my knees, hoping for a better world tomorrow, as we heal and grow, with the pain, and hopefully past the pain.
Black Lives Matter.
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