I consider myself half Burmese and half Singaporean because I
lived 10 years in Burma and 10 years in Singapore. (I'm now in
America and I'm 23. I left Singapore when I was 20.) My heart
fiercely burns in patriotism for Burma and Singapore.
Obviously, this is a topic close to my heart. I cry thinking about
it.
After reading some of your replies, I feel quite dejected.
Like I always knew, some people really don't care and talk about us
like we're nobodies - trash. It feels... really terrible. What I'm
pleading with you all is this... please..... don't. It really
hurts. It hurts more than the military gunning us down.
Destroy Burma? What about the innocent people who are the
majority? Everyone, suprisingly inhumane as it is, this is the
mindset millions of people have of Burma. Burma's such a hassle;
It's such a nuisance. Just wanna wipe it away and get it done and
over with. I mean, you've got enough problems in your daily life
already. Don't need more. Everyone hates to hear our cries. Like
flies, they just wanna smash us with their palms.
I really need the help of everyone. We really need the help of everyone.
Because most people are just standing and watching, pretending not
to know it or comforting themselves that it's okay to ignore it
because it's not their country and we're strangers. But the truth
is we are all connected to one another.
I mean, it's been too long. It's time to set us free. Please God,
set us free. I'm sooooo tired of being in a prison. Mental or
physical.
I personally don't ask for anything except to acknowledge us.
Acknowledge this problem. Talk to a friend. Tell your family. Think
about it to yourself. For one second a day. Or a nano second.
Anything. By that, even if I die, at least I know that I was once
in your heart and you thought about me. Just don't close one eye
and pretend living like nothing's happening to us.
Thank you all for reading. That helps too.