you guys, i got this thru an email..

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ALL of sudden, death — or rather, dying — has gotten itself a whole lot of attention.

Because of the Life Before Death campaign, now we have clever ads explaining how the

terminally ill can educate others, a video diary tracking the last days of a terminally-ill patient,

and a photo essay. I know I’m supposed to applaud the efforts of The Singapore Hospice Council and the Lien Foundation for this generally well-regarded “ground-breaking” step.

Instead, the hospice campaign has left an emptiness in the pit of my stomach — because

I think we’ve missed the embarrassing realisation it has brought to the fore.

We’re the problem. That the Hospice Council felt strongly enough to launch

an entire campaign around life before death from disease or

old age — that it needed to be smart to find a way to get through to us, by using the perspective of the dying so that the living make more of an effort — is telling us something

about our own collective disease. Many of today’s Singaporeans live in a cloud of pure makebelieve. Bathed in the glorification of money, status and the pursuit of perfection, we live as if we will never die.

We act as if the spectre of disease, suffering and death will never darken our doorways. We

drive our big cars and express shock at the grey-haired citizens picking through garbage bins to recycle cans and plastic bottles for sale. We ignore the elderly tissue paper sellers scattered throughout our city, as if they’re flies spoiling our Saturday afternoon

spend-fests.

We don’t have time for the debilitated. We are oblivious to the desperation in people’s

eyes, the lines on their faces that didn’t get there because they had to worry about a child’s university fees in the United States. I see you on the streets, dear citizens. Many of you seem to see absolutely nothing at all. Hiding behind your enormous sunglasses,

swerving and avoiding, you revert to learnt reasoning: The poor are a small percentage

in Singapore; if you give to one you must give to all.

Where did this sickening apathy come from, that pervades Singaporean life? Decades of

hand-holding and public messaging were supposed to teach us to be civil citizens — no spitting, shoving, littering and abusing (animals, children, maids, the elderly and each other).

Yet, the hand holding itself seems to have eradicated otherwise instinctive actions and reactions towards human existence and suffering — that should come effortlessly from deep within.

Why are our sick and dying tucked away and forgotten? Why can’t we talk about it? Why are

our elderly suffering? We can highlight the feelgood stories; the cash-rich pocket

money funds; the top 10 people who give their best to those who have the least; and the kindness of strangers, cab drivers and foreign workers.

We can talk of how our society has changed, grown up even.

But this hospice campaign has thrown our big, bad secret out into the open. We’re great at

talking the talk. We’re able to give and successfully so — witness the vulgarity of $500-a-plate charity dinners required to fete a room full of tycoons for the sake of their charitable contributions.

We’re excellent at being stoic and seemingly strong. But it sadly appears that we are

missing something huge in our social makeup: We are unable to feel.

That’s our big Singaporean shame. We are unable to feel when we pick a frying pan up to

hit a 18-year-old who’s left her backwater village to earn a living washing your toilet and your

baby’s backside. We are unable to feel when a friend, desperate to talk about their mastectomy but not knowing how, cries on our cold shoulder at the unfairness of it all.

We are unable to feel, when the old man approaches us in a crowded hawker centre asking

for a couple of bucks. We are unable to feel when the 75-year-old jumps off her corridor

and ends her lonely existence. We are unable to feel when coddled, bratty children

slap their hapless maids, without parental rebuff.

We can cry at Idol concerts, we can scream for joy at an appearance by a MediaCorp artiste.

But have you ever stopped to have a conversation with the buskers in the underpass?

We can devote pages to Singapore’s new breed of entrepreneurs, sportsmen, stars, and retail giants.

But have you noticed that tall man in the market, in his shabby but clean clothes? His

three kids are bathing in the public toilet, and his life’s possessions are gathered in the plastic bag on his wrist. We are devoted to talking about the Queen of Caldecott,

to the need to foster heroes and adventure seekers. But can you feel the heroic

pride and pain and also see the pretty in someone whose life is coming to an end?

Oh, we are busy, busy. Living lives we can’t afford, forgetting our parents in old age homes

— and boy, are we relieved that there are places they can “go to die”.

We don’t seem to wish to acknowledge that suffering, disease and death are universal experiences. We avoid the emotions, the displays of affection. Always, we are distant — onlookers, like the drivers on our highways slowing down to peek at an accident wreck before driving away. We walk tall and proud down our streets. But, rarely it seems,

do we touch a soul.

guesss what ive gotta send my canon camera to some other state cos NO ONE IN CALIFornia can fix my camera. omgggg...the whole blardy california...not one person is equipped with the knowledge to fix my camera. can u imagine that. Thats ridiculous. anywayy what are the perks of having the (probably) the best campus in LA and the best cinema sch? u have stars's kids studying in ur sch...yeps..demi moore's daughter is also in my batch. shes.uh not as glamarous as other stars daughtesrs though... as u can tell from the pic above. second from right. anwyayy.. thats from my friend's facebook. coool though. and thats not all... u have hollywood comign to usc and pretending that usc is yale... here is alexis bledel from gilmore girls. they filmed an episode here at usc... whole day. and we found her sitting under the tree near the biz sch, talking to her friend. so well my pledge bro and an active of my frat went to take a pic with her. yea i didnt... cos i wasnt a fan of her. anwyayy gotta go mans blogger is such a bitch.it wont post the pic of alexis bledel... forget it someother time... cos i need to get ready for dinner and meeting

ok here it is. sohum...that guy..is.annoying. in a good way though