Fragile
True to concerns, it has finally happened. London was bombed.
Communicated with my friends whom I bunked in with while there. Aldgate and Liverpool Street tube stops were bombed, a double decker bus was ripped apart. At last count, there were 6 explosions and the streets were cordoned off. It was absolute mayhem.
Thank God Meng and Kingsley are fine. I was so anxious, as Aldgate and Liverpool Street were the areas that both were working around. According to Meng, she was two stops away from Aldgate when the bomb went off. And she was unexpectedly delayed when heading out to work today - otherwise, she would have caught the train and stopped at Aldgate at the time the bomb went off.
It was so scary. Russell Square was near the British Musuem (where I spent a fair bit of time there), and Aldgate and Liverpool Street were stations that I would have gone past as I take the bus from Kingsley's home to town daily. Kingsley was right - he has warned me time and again not to take the Tube unnecessarily for fear of bombings, but even he could not have imagined that bombs were also placed on a crowded doubledecker bus.
The same kind of bus that I would have taken to town.
Twisted metal, wrecked buses and train carriages, smoke-filled tunnels, walking dead, bloodied, screaming, disoriented people. Innocent folks like you and me who would be heading out to work, perhaps scanning their morning newspapers or hurrying to work on the streets with a cup of coffee in their hands. Never expecting what would normally be an ordinary day, could have turned out to be something so horrific. So needless, so shocking.
So senseless.
I guess terrorists wanted to make a point in telling the world that you could stop a country in its tracks and render it helpless, just when it is hosting the G8 and won the 2012 Olympic bid. It's like bringing a giant to his knees, humbling and letting him whimper in pain.
Damn them.
Fragile
If blood will flow
And flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorow's rain will wash the stains away
But some things in our mind will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
And nothing ever could
For all those born beaneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are.
- Sting
Communicated with my friends whom I bunked in with while there. Aldgate and Liverpool Street tube stops were bombed, a double decker bus was ripped apart. At last count, there were 6 explosions and the streets were cordoned off. It was absolute mayhem.
Thank God Meng and Kingsley are fine. I was so anxious, as Aldgate and Liverpool Street were the areas that both were working around. According to Meng, she was two stops away from Aldgate when the bomb went off. And she was unexpectedly delayed when heading out to work today - otherwise, she would have caught the train and stopped at Aldgate at the time the bomb went off.
It was so scary. Russell Square was near the British Musuem (where I spent a fair bit of time there), and Aldgate and Liverpool Street were stations that I would have gone past as I take the bus from Kingsley's home to town daily. Kingsley was right - he has warned me time and again not to take the Tube unnecessarily for fear of bombings, but even he could not have imagined that bombs were also placed on a crowded doubledecker bus.
The same kind of bus that I would have taken to town.
Twisted metal, wrecked buses and train carriages, smoke-filled tunnels, walking dead, bloodied, screaming, disoriented people. Innocent folks like you and me who would be heading out to work, perhaps scanning their morning newspapers or hurrying to work on the streets with a cup of coffee in their hands. Never expecting what would normally be an ordinary day, could have turned out to be something so horrific. So needless, so shocking.
So senseless.
I guess terrorists wanted to make a point in telling the world that you could stop a country in its tracks and render it helpless, just when it is hosting the G8 and won the 2012 Olympic bid. It's like bringing a giant to his knees, humbling and letting him whimper in pain.
Damn them.
Fragile
If blood will flow
And flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorow's rain will wash the stains away
But some things in our mind will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
And nothing ever could
For all those born beaneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are.
- Sting
posted by Leng @ 10:21 PM
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