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The doomsday has come and gone, I'm still alive and kicking! The world is still not out of danger though. The danger is not from a bunch of asteroids hurling towards us from the deep space. The core of this third rock from the sun is still hot enough and we don't need a Superman to "restart" the spin, not just yet. So all is well, at least on the first look.

However the planet is dying and perhaps the mankind is already dead. So I wrote this poem today to express my somberness (partially inspired by Fire and Ice by Robert Frost).

I peek from my window;

I just see a cloud of dust.

I take out my hands to feel the water,

but all I get are some burns in return.

I wish my ears can hear a bird's chirp,

the sound of people is far too loud.

I smelled a flower when I was young

all my nose gets is a whiff of CO2 now.

Dear Bob said the world would end in fire;

I say we are already dead in our desires.

Then a thought races to my mind and I remember what Tom Cruise said in one of his interview - A culture is only as great as its dreams, and its dreams are dreamed by artists. So I hope the artists would come to the rescue and save the Earth. I also know we all are artists because everyday we have the opportunity to create; something better and beautiful. So here's to creation!

The planet is in distress and all the attention is on Paris Hilton 

- Al Gore

Robert Frost