comments on kony 2012

shared this one my facebook page at 9:30 p.m. HKT 10/3/2011

read this at 5:15 a.m. HKT 11/3/2011:

watched this after reading the above

this maybe my first post on commenting on newstrend, but i'll explain myself

I was first attracted to the video because i saw numerous friends sharing it on facebook.

I have no idea who kony is, and have no interest in knowing

until i finally have the time between dinner and my readings to actually watch it

I am annoyed that it takes me almost half-an-hour.

my initial response?

It is exactly the same issue i reaserched on for my model united nations speech in March 2009 in the last year of my high school in Li Po Chun United World College.

I did two things: 1. I shared it on my facebook 2. I sent the link to one of my friends who did the research on LRA with me 3 years ago.

Then I randomly read another comment on one of my facebook friends page, in which he laments about how dramatic visual and audio effects became the new propaganda. Another friend commenting that " I seriously fail to see how military action can really help the situation. they wanna get rid of kony, and somehow bypass his children army? the very people we aim to protect. ironic." and " this 'non-profit organization' only uses some 30%(?) of their funds raised to directly support the cause"

then one of my facebook friend who is currently doing a journalism major in city unviersity of London posted the post on Guardian.

then I watched the link on "response on kony 2012"

and i stumbled across the trailer on "girl scout", which I find interesting as I can see the kony effect but in another context.

Comments:

I wanted to comment on a comment made by the blogger from Uganda who made the response video to Kony 2012.

"We recognise the situations, we know what they are, it's not everybody's responsibility to come and rescue us. We're not babies. We have to rise ourselves otherwise we'll always be the dependants"

"uganda is not defined by kony"

I concur that one country is, and should, never be defined by its shame. It is not one thing that makes up one huge place. and no one would like to be identified by their shame.

I also concur that involving is not a necessary condition for aiding. Partial, rational, and professional involvement can utmost help create the necessary circumstances for the fragile, the weak to help themselves.

and on long term developement, an impartial individual will be a globalized forum, as unimpartial as can be, it is still their duty to mobilize practical international support to solve international issues.

the mediator should be a third party. and that third party should not give advise and should not commence actual action in any resort.

I begin to understand why political activists are overated, and why democracy is not the catalyst for happily-ever-after.

I am happy that the invisible children group made their point, but they should be careful in terms of dealing with the audience, especially partially informed young adults like me.

The awareness should be raised as informative as can be. and at least include a few more quotes from different perspectives. I do not feel comfortable if something merely makes me shed tears and feel sensational

rational educated young adults should not base their acts on emotional influences.

this is something I have yet to learn.

Hi, I am helen

after 3 years since the first day i met this space

I realise I haven't yet formally introduced myself.

I am Helen, a girl from Hong Kong. I am always troubled with about-me boxes. because I realise everytime the things that constitutes me changes so constantly and I am running too slow to catch up on myself, I always end up

with a new me.

Well, except the about me I wrote permanently on facebook and twitter and here in my profile.

Because words made it permanent, so when I read those descriptions I once wrote about myself, it reminded me of who I was

and after 3 years,

I found out I am still me.

so much about being lost.

so I'll continue here...

I am a little girl from Hong Kong. The smallest cosmopolitan city you can find on the map. I used to be proud that it doesn't even exist on the map. It is a dot.

and I thought we were taught that the basic component of every matter is particles.

If Hong Kong is a dot, then I guess American, Asia and Russia is made up of thousands and millions and zillions of Hong Kong.

That, makes being proud, an understatement.

I am a very dependent girl with a one-track mind, often taken back by how complicated life, people things are. I have no idea what I like, because I hate the feeling of dislike, and I learnt that getting a scholarship into college means acing at elimination.

so far, I journeyed through 20 years of my life through elimination.

I dislike her because, I like her because

opps. I don't know.

But my primary school teacher said its rude to answer in an incomplete sentence.

a full complete sentence begins with I + a verb + a because.

I started to freak out when I start waking up to a missing because and then the verb becomes meaningless and I look so alone.

so I began venturing through the world with new verbs, a new attitude

mother said sometimes its not reasonable to reason everything you do.

but she always ask why.

so the girl from hong kong starts looking for a new you.

teacher said I & YOU is not the correct grammer, it should be YOU & I.

so, with every you I ran into, I tried to step back a little.

YOU first, I'll follow.

but YOU are so happy in your little world of 3 letters, I look so insignificant.

I try to make myself known to the world, tried to simplify you into an alphabet and place you 12 alphabet after me.

I thought this way, you'll learn your lesson.

and then we are so far apart,

I don't need you, nor do you need me.

so that's how I spent my 2 years.

trying to prioritize.

myself before Us and after A

sandwiched happily in the middle.

sometimes I look at A and it made me think of effiel tower and paris,

and I thought, my dreams would come true in that land.

and when I got there, I forgot my dreams. I got too busy catching cabs to duck the rain.

anyways. I wonder whats out there

the you I will eventually meet.

I think everything matters, the noun, the verb, the adjective and the reason.

but its better to learn your grammer

and go on with life.

please dont be jealous of my youth

i think its time to leave.

please today he finally said it

he's jealous of my youth.

silence is not an answer anymore

you're jealous of the only asset i possess

stripped poor, naked, I am still glistening in youth

he, clothed with experiences, memories, peacefulness of aging

is poor in morality and hope.

I am sorry I should have offered to share some of my sunshine

but you are sucking all my happiness out of me

with you in the room, everyone is dying

my brother's innocence, my mother's patience, sister's pride

my confidence.

its time.

we all smile and live up to every little bit of our lives.

to my future husband,

i will try to understand if you are unhappy from work

if someone try to make you feel small

smaller than you really are.

i won't mind if you cut your sentence a little too harshly, put down your cup a little too loudly, said you are too tired to talk.

i will try to make home a comfortable shelter for you, a little getawat place away from the storm of emotions and noise out there

i will try to make myself a cheerful cherry, light up your day, remind you that you'll be charged with love and positivism so you are armed against the world

i may not be able to do all the above everyday

but i want to let you know these are my resolutions

and all i ask for in return

is not to make me littler than I already am

lets build this little heaven together

and don't destroy it with your meaness.

i'm your diving bell, you're my butterfly

sometimes i ask myself why do i choose music for my memories

life is one dimensional, a mere motion of images

music helps to make permanent the emotion

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when one is capable to love

why is doing what you're capable of, a wrong?

when one is capable of dreaming

why is it vulgar to create heaven on earth?

did my burlesque of emotions, made you feel

you are inferior?

is that feeling, yours or mine to blame?

does my dream have to come in expense of yours?

if i'm a burlesque

if words are a form of expression

both literal and spoken

then so are emotions

and tears

and when did

tell me when

did my expression become you and you and your pain

just handle me like a magazine

flip through me when you are free

don't let me affect you

please don't.

I am too proud to have heard

one-and-a-half hour of black and white motion plus conversation-less love

is way way more exhausting than I could have ever imagined

its too beautiful to see but not sad enough to cry

he asked me if I liked this or the descendants more

I

didn't reply

I like questions that caught my heart

just like this

and no answer would be better than another question in its place

I guess I don't prioritize beauty, its too vulgar, I'm too ashamed.

oh did I tell you the most beautiful part of the mess,

is when I realise it is not the fact that the protagonist is in denial of conversing

but the fact that he is too proud to listen.

"you're stupid! you're proud!"

I silently tatooed it onto my heart