well well, traveling to hougang isn't exactly that far. but still, meeting at 8am was agonizingly painful. for the first time in my life, i almost leaned against someone's shoulders while sleeping on the mrt today; guess that was how tired i were.

today's C.I.P. wasn't what i expected; i wanted something more engaging and fulfilling but it turned out to be like that time during Redhill. Today was simply helping out manning booths during the Community Centre's Open House, but all the residents wanted was to get their redemption ticket stamped to receive their free umbrella jeez. i can't say i haven't learn anything other than witnessing the ugly side of Singaporeans; so cautious as to not put themselves at an disadvantage at any time and try to grab as much material benefits as possible. i've seen heartwarming actions today, i saw a fostering community spirit within the residents; they were chattering with vibrance and vigour and also guiding each other around the event. most importantly, i saw different races mingling and interacting as one single conglomeration and even speaking each race's language; like the whole kit and caboodle. today's event though exposed my deficiency in speaking chinese fluently. so yeap, C.I.P. activities are rather meaningful and hope more to come.

potato? wth. i can't say i didn't feel disgrunted, i did. but then it just proved me wrong again; i'm not that good at handling such oppresive emotions as i thought i was, and most trufully i wasn't ready to let that dream be dashed. it wouldn't work out, it wouldn't work out. how many times have i told myself this and end up with a more crapulous development. this has gotta stop, i always wonder if i meant it when i say this.

okay. bye bye.