The war has started. The uncertainty is finally over. People is going to die, blood will be spilled and in Singapore, people are heaving a sigh of relief. I am not sure what exactly is amiss, but something just does not feel right.

People die everyday. Blood is shed everyday. But something is still not right. In a poll conducted by The Straits Times, only slightly over 20% of the south east asians interviewed were concerned about the people who will die in Iraq as compared to over 40% of those who are concerned about the economic fallout that might follow the war.

On the 20th March, 2003, the day which the war started, there was a marked increase in the number of couples getting married. Reason being that the date in roman numerals, 20 03 2003 makes for easy recall for those who are insincere about remembering wedding anniversary dates before they are even married.

One of the newly-weds actually told the world that there might be a war in the Middle East, but "life goes on".

"Shit happens" and "Life goes on" are my favourite phrases. But the irresponsible manner which he uttered those words totally disgusts me. An expression for resignation for some becomes a convenient excuse for his justification of his own pursuit of self interests and happiness.

Let me clarify a point.

You resign yourself to fate, to the facts, after the killing, not before. You do not pronounce someone dead if there is something you can do about it. We no longer live in isolation; we are connected to the world in many more ways than one.

Make a mockery of your own existence if you must, but deny not the humanity of others.