tacitae per amica silentia lunae: admist the friendly silence of the soundless moonlight

I am weary, and I a stranger,

Lead me to the land of angels.

Be my eyes in time of darkness,

Be my shield against host of faery,

Be my wings till I find my home.

Taken from Stone Maiden by Susan King

Saturday, October 01, 2005

I'm perfectly fine with the fact that we must prevent dengue from spreading. But it is ridiculous, bordering on INSANE to make private houses cut down ALL THEIR PLANTS. And keep the drain clean. I mean, it's IMPOSSIBLE to keep the drain free of stuff that clog the water flow, leaves, bird feathers, HAIR or even SPIT from silly old men or cigarettes from the drain cleaners - ha, irony for you. I mean, even BIRD DROPPINGS will clog the drain. So unless we shoot all the birds, and chop down all the trees, there is NO WAY that we can eliminate dengue! I mean, even GRASS collects water, for god's sake!

So I'm sitting here, while my mother has to go out and CLEAN THE DRAIN. And did I mention chopping down all the lovely bougeanvilla because they COLLECT WATER?

Oh, and DON"T let me start on having to plug up the bricks we use as borders because they have HOLES in them!

My ideal solution is to let everyone get dengue and then see how. Hey, you got to admit it's a good vaccine. Since they are going to only THINK about getting one in 2012, well, concrete jungle, here we come!

Sheesh. I seriously think this country is run by &!@#*. (Oh, don't get me started on being FINED for blogging. You totally don't want to know.)

michelle
8:18 AM

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