I promise, the next time I see anyone along the interchange asking me to donate for flag day, I will drop in a 50 cent coin and go "have a nice day". I will be nice and friendly because 50 cents won't make a difference to my life. Or maybe a dollar. So now I realise how frustrating it can be when you go "Hi, would you like to donate?" and that person you're hi-ing to goes like [insert dumb face] and stares at you and the donation bag you're holding for 5 seconds and walk away like I never said any Hi. I appreciate all the aunties and uncles who've chipped in some money to my donation bag and make it 0.3kg heavier each time. And these aunties and uncles don't look rich at all but see? They donated. I LOVE THEM! There were quite a number who were carrying louise vuitton handbag but they pretended like I never existed and continued walking with that ugly expression just because I wasn't carrying any LV handbag but instead was there doing some volunteery work in an ugly uniform standing in the hot sun almost begging for donations for St Luke Hospital. Stupid dumb ugly creature-ious people who only check out for the latest lv handbag. Dont you guys think I dont know those bag are just replicas. I can spot, you darn fakers. I get so frustrated that I just stop doing it and went to boyfy's house. Mind you. His family was at home. I rest for awhile and went back to Choa Chu Kang mrt station with boyfy to return the donation bag. 
TWENTY-ONE
09 june, 1992
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