i'm dying.
read at the bus stop located near the Newton MRT station (while waiting for bus 170 or 171 at 11:30pm last night.):
"Hi, I have lung cancer."
How are you?
Conversational Tips for the Terminally Ill.
it then goes on to outline how those with terminal diseases should reach out and be open about their emotional turmoil, rather than going along with the demands of society, and keeping a tight lid on it. i have to be reminded of how repressed the singaporean (asian?) culture can be.
it was a message from the Singaporean Hospice Council.
i read it while i smoked a cigarette. the irony did not escape me.
"Hi, I have lung cancer."
How are you?
Conversational Tips for the Terminally Ill.
it then goes on to outline how those with terminal diseases should reach out and be open about their emotional turmoil, rather than going along with the demands of society, and keeping a tight lid on it. i have to be reminded of how repressed the singaporean (asian?) culture can be.
it was a message from the Singaporean Hospice Council.
i read it while i smoked a cigarette. the irony did not escape me.