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Here I cannot see lorries hurrying on the road, cannot see farmers enticing customers with their luscious peaches, cannot see hordes of pupils congregating around an outdoor stall selling chicks, that is why modernisation is not a completely good thing.

Here I cannot meet people who do regard going to cinema as a luxury, cannot meet children scurrying around simply by step my feet out of the threshold, cannot meet old couples strolling along the river in the light shed by shining advertisements, that is why there is nothing more alluring than simplicity.

When will I meet those amusing folks who can erase all your misery and pressure by their mere presence?

Is it true that children on this island have no childhood? Yet they are still as cute as children are, though they never put grasshopers in their pencil-case or use converging lenses to burn ants~~~

And I heard of a child who had cried over the killing of his chicken when it was mature enough to be eaten. He cried and cried and refused to eat it, until his mother put the cooked meat in front of him and he consumed the whole thing with immense guilt.

He is such a nice boy, isn't he?

P.S Today we learned about the dance and the songs for Operation Rice 2008, and the Literature test was as smooth as it should have be. A busy time for the next week, but we will all be together, thus it would be great!