amazing morning.

first time in ages woke up at 6am... went to acs primary... auditioned like 11 classes of lower primary boys today with joyce. we almost fainted. exhausting lah. ok lah.. after a while it got boring... and my throat got dry after all the "lalala" with the boys... after all the scolding. after all the "stop giggling it's not funny" when they giggle after they sing... sigh.

tiredness led me to have foolhardy compassion.

was walking from acs primary to newton mrt station. this old man approached me and asked whether i can be a kind soul and spare him some money for lunch. I took a look at him, he looks like he's in his fifties or sixties. Bloodshot eyes. Stained teeth. He looks like he hasn't had a proper meal for quite some time. i asked him what he's doing around here.. he said he's looking for a job as a guard. he stays in yishun. i was struggling with the idea of whether to give him the money. i thought about how much i have in my wallet. i didn't take my wallet out. rummaging through my bag.. i gave him 4 bucks. i walked away.. thinking whether i've been conned. but i also thought about how i will feel if i didn't give him the money. the feeling will be terrible.

so now that i am home. i'm thinking of what that old man is doing now. whether or not he had a good lunch. whatever 4 bucks could get him at upper bukit timah. whether he fainted. whether i should have given him more.

sometimes i think too much.