[LJ2ME] Tosca's End
Have you read the "suicide note" of Dr Allan Ooi sent by e-mail to his family and friends before he decided to bungee-jump off the bridge without the cord? He apologises for his actions and tries to explain by charting the course of events leading to the end.
I doubt the authenticity of the source, and even if it were real, which person in the link played Judas and leaked the sensitive and personal contents? There is much to be gleaned from the incident however.
As many have supposed, love (the lack of or the loss of) perhaps did play a part in his decision as well as the usual gamut of societal expectations and pressures which weigh on one's conscience. A bitter note of resentment towards his contract-bound job is most illustrative and illuminating.
While meant to lucidate his actions, did leaving the note, if it is genuine, help to throw light on why the really did what he did? So while psychiatrists and psychologists pore over his letter and scrutinise the words and read between the lines for clues, the contents hardly console the bereft loved ones.
And I'm once again reminded of the social divide where the loss of this young and promising young man has had many clicking their tongues in disapproval and discontent, saying "what a waste" it is. The same too when the pretty young lawyer Lo Hwei Yen was our first terrorism victim and condolences poured in lamenting the loss.
So it was that a forum writer then expressed scepticism of the misplaced and displaced sense of sympathy by the nation, where double standards apply to the value of life. How do you measure the worth of a life? How do you decide who to save when a ship sinks? The old beggar or the young doctor?
Then again, who even remembers these sterling individuals after the ink has dried? Of course, they remain in the archives and annals, waiting to be referred to as precedences.
I don't need to be remembered after I am gone. Remember me as I am and not as I was...
They say cowards take the easy way out by surrendering and giving up by committing suicide and ending it all. I say it is the bravest among us who can make and take this decision.
I hope to have the courage when my turn comes...
I doubt the authenticity of the source, and even if it were real, which person in the link played Judas and leaked the sensitive and personal contents? There is much to be gleaned from the incident however.
As many have supposed, love (the lack of or the loss of) perhaps did play a part in his decision as well as the usual gamut of societal expectations and pressures which weigh on one's conscience. A bitter note of resentment towards his contract-bound job is most illustrative and illuminating.
While meant to lucidate his actions, did leaving the note, if it is genuine, help to throw light on why the really did what he did? So while psychiatrists and psychologists pore over his letter and scrutinise the words and read between the lines for clues, the contents hardly console the bereft loved ones.
And I'm once again reminded of the social divide where the loss of this young and promising young man has had many clicking their tongues in disapproval and discontent, saying "what a waste" it is. The same too when the pretty young lawyer Lo Hwei Yen was our first terrorism victim and condolences poured in lamenting the loss.
So it was that a forum writer then expressed scepticism of the misplaced and displaced sense of sympathy by the nation, where double standards apply to the value of life. How do you measure the worth of a life? How do you decide who to save when a ship sinks? The old beggar or the young doctor?
Then again, who even remembers these sterling individuals after the ink has dried? Of course, they remain in the archives and annals, waiting to be referred to as precedences.
I don't need to be remembered after I am gone. Remember me as I am and not as I was...
They say cowards take the easy way out by surrendering and giving up by committing suicide and ending it all. I say it is the bravest among us who can make and take this decision.
I hope to have the courage when my turn comes...