I am reading a novel called "the Empire of the Sun", about a 12 year old British boy trapped in the Shanghai of the second world war. For some reason I feel I can empathise with this protagonist, even though I have not experienced any war myself. Rather cruelly, he desensitizes himself to the violence and destruction around him, focussing his energies on his homework, and ironically, spotting the American and Japanese aircraft that has made his life so miserable. Towards the end of the war, the Japanese are increasingly venting their anger on the POWs. Jim, and his friends around him, experience unimaginable sufferings from starvation to the ravages of malaria. Yet Jim says there is no need to fear death, for in his mind, he and all the POWs around him are already dead...
Hopefully Jim will survive to find his parents. Though I seriously doubt that the ending will turn out hopeful.
I was also very hopful that the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian would be worth its weight in ticket money. Well, the $7 I paid didn't go to waste. The action sequences were brilliant, as were the digitally animated talking animals. And the plot, full of twists and turns, rivetted me to my seat for an entire 144 mins. It helped that I didn't remember much from the book, so I didn't anticipate the plot twists...
Lunch was a delicious grilled chicken rice ($5.30) at the Bugis Food Junction, following which I went to the library to borrow some guidebooks on Japan, which I will be visiting next week! Whee.
Later today, an incident left me feeling bewildered. On my way home from the national library, a middle age lady called out to me in chinese, "can you speak chinese". Thinking she was a tourist in need of directions, I backtracked to find out what the matter was. Then I noticed that she was dressed rather simply and shabbily, which refuted my first impression. And she started telling me a long story about her mother suffering from diabetes, that she was jobless, and that she needed to buy takeaway noodles to feed her family.
Slowly, I got her message. Part of me wanted to give her some money to help her dire straits, but another part wondered if this lady was bluffing.
In the end, I refused and walked away, leaving the lady to approach other passers-by with her story. But in my heart I wondered: was what I had done right?