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Sunday, March 12


But better's no excuse for tonight.
It was a really bad idea to go down to Suntec today (but its not like I had a choice). Got out of a major traffic jam, only to get stuck in a human one inside. Yep, you guessed it - IT fair. Nothing quite attracts Singaporeans like cheap stuff, you notice. Anyway it was packed like a mosh pit only it was a rather more sombre (actually, annoyed would be more appropriate) atmosphere. Oh well. I'm rather sick of people and crowds right now.

Anyway, what I was thinking today was that we all live sheltered lives. Our biggest worries are whether we can get good offers on the new OSIM iGallop (yah right, bad example.), when there are millions of people out there starving and dying. And even as I type this, I'm sitting in an aircon room in front of my computer sipping Ribena - and poverty seems like a fantasy word. Do we really understand what its like to fight for our lives? Are charities more to us than just wooden boxes with slots? And can we really be bothered to think about all these things, let alone do something about them.

Today, during Sunday School, we saw the names of all the kids we're sponsoring - some of whom come from countries we've never even heard of. One kid wrote a letter and asked how big are your sheep, and how many do you have? Everyone laughed and found it abit of a joke, but it suddenly dawned on me the very different environments and situations that these children are in. All we do is put money in week after week (and sometimes not even), not realising how many lives we're changing - and not caring to do more than offer our cash. We talk about love but we don't really care to give it. That's so Singaporean all round, thinking money is everything.

I hate watching NKF shows, I hate the parts where they interview the patients - they are such painful plays on pity. What do they do but serve to elevate the condescending attitude of viewers, and oh, poor little thing - let me call in and give you $5. People actually pay to watch Zoe Tay deck some cards, we actually need entertainment before we're willing to be charitable. But admittedly, its all to a good cause - afterall, no one can deny that money does solve quite a few problems.

Basically, my bottom line is - do you really care enough; do you even know what you're caring about?


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