Showing posts with label Campaign. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Campaign. Show all posts

Saturday, 28 March 2009

Earth Hour


Earth hour…

Are you supporting earth hour??

Did you turn off your lights at 2030-2130??

Well, USM wants to be the abnormal one….

They want us to off our lights at 2100-2200…

What are they planning to do??

Off half an hour later and turn on the lights half an hour later??

Well, no idea…

Anyways, I off the lights in my room, the corridor one, the staircase one and I am now blogging in the dark…. Lol….

I went out and have a look… I found that, my neighbour, the one opposite my room actually didn’t off their table light…. Erm… bad…

Others got off la.. Good gal.. haha…

Anyways, is this really works?

I am not sure.. But, I am sure on something.. That is, everyone is doing the same thing in the same time….

This is the only moment that we are uniting together….

I am posting up this one in both my personal and public blog….

Cheers… Clap for yourself if you are part of the event….

Saturday, 21 March 2009

Keeping Quiet

Keeping Quiet
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth
let’s not speak in any language,
let’s stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment,
without rush, without engines,
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whale
sand the man gathering salt
would look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victory with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity:
life is what it is about
I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness,
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death,
perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I’ll count to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), a LatinAmerican Poet, 1971 Nobel PrizeAward for Literary
Based on Poem entitled A callarse (1958)translated to English by Alastair Reid (1972)