december break

this time i did more than just eat.sleep.watch tv.sleep.eat.eat.sleep

i played video games haha

anyway, my mum signed both my sister and myself up for this charity work without first discussing with me in depth. she said its very simple, all we needed to do was to sell balloons to raise funds for the disabled children in this centre called the Happiness Centre from 10 am to 10pm for 9 days.when i heard about it, i almost fainted. seriously, me selling balloons, asking for donations for 12 hours a day for 9 days? either my mum didnt know me well enough or she's sick of seeing me sleeping and eating all day long at home. i told her i would quit after the first few days.

so i went to the centre and i saw them.

the children.

at that instant, i was reminded of how lucky i am despite the pimples on my face. some of them were so severely disabled that i really couldnt see the point of them living. i saw their charts: blind, bed-ridden, cerebral palsy, epilepsy and i guess that was how i lasted throughout the 9 days: sympathy

anyone would have felt the same

either that or it was simply because of this cute guy smiling at me for 12 hours a day from a 'Reject Shop' nearby

k kidding.

anyway, i know i'm not the noblest or kindest person around but this experience certainly opened my eyes and made me aware of the needs of these children whose parents had given up hope on. i just hope that the next time someone does approach you with a little donation box for kids like these, you'll contribute sincerely instead of just wanting to put those little stickers on to prevent others with the same donation boxes from bugging you on your shopping spree in Orchard Rd.

oh, this's just a weird angle of my sister after a long day at work haha