for a person who spent his entire childhood in chinatown.....i'm used to seeing old aunties and uncles collecting cardboard or newspapers along the roads of chinatown...for me its something that i have seen too many times.....and thats why...i dun feel anything weird or peculiar becos that was what i've seen since i'm small....and hence..i never wanted to know the actual story behind it cos its just a plain normal sight...all i know was that these elderly have no kids take care of them and they depend on the money from selling the cardboard to keep themselves alive...sometimes i pity them..but seldom would i feel like there is something that i can do to help them.....
but today...something in me told myself that maybe perhaps...i could do something...i was watching channel 8 program about the story on these old ppl going around to collect cardboards....and then i started to see the familiar sight that i've always seen since i'm a little kid.....and the story behind them....sometimes...i really wonder...what if i'm not born into a family that i am in now...what would my life have been in different.....i look at the tv screen..seeing those elderly going around collecting the cardboard...i asked myself...if i'm them..would i be able to do it as well....my answer is very simple....I CAN'T....
they do not accept any help from the government...becos they believe that as long as they are still able to work...then they can take care of themselves....but for me..i dun think i would be able to survive one day in their shoes....not to say their entire life....hmmm....maybe when i go back to chinatown the next time...i'll a good look and these ppl...and admire their will power and perserevrence....who knows...i might even lend a helping hand (monetary wise)....
k..thats just a small little thot...
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