stairways.

Well, since the holidays ARE here...personally I don't see why I can't steal some few moments of my time to blog. Okay, I want to get the audience back. (See the pathetic cbox)
Today was a rather meaningful day of sorts. I did CIP. This time round, it didn't involve going to the Old Folks' Home to give their homes a fresh coat of paint. It didn't involve doing beach cleaning. Instead, we got to taste what the salesman undergo. Ya, we sold Post=Its.
The objective was to raise funds for SPLAT which stood for Spirit. Passion. L???. A???. Transition. Honestly, I can't remember the full name. But I do remember climbing a lot a lot of steps. Both up and down the HDB block. Tiring? Of course. But it was worth while.
I met Olivia at Tampines before we both headed to the rendezvous point with Sharon. Met Joel there who happily ate his breakfast. I was dead hungry. -.- We were given a briefing about safety regulations and how guys were saddled with an extra task..Which is to protect the girls. -.- I was stationed at the back of the pack so that any girl who gets lost..I will lead them back on track. Gee, I sound like some life guru or something. Anyway, we set off. Joel and Sharon in A Group and Olivia and I in C group. It seems as though the event was predominately CJC though. Pity I didn't see Sittichai or any other Marists there. Heh.

We covered about 7 blocks in total? That is, the entire C team. I am not too sure how the others fared, but Olivia and I managed to raise about 50 odd bucks. Not too bad considering that it's a Sunday morning and everyone is either sleeping or at church or about to go out. Oh ya, it turned out that the Scouts and some other organization had been doing this a few days before..so ya, we were slightly unlucky.
Olivia handled the English community while I took the Chinese. And since most Singaporeans suck at their mandarin, she did most of the sales pitches. We also happened to meet an ex-offender...whom I nearly got into a debate with but due to my incapacity in the Chinese language, I couldn't say much. Dang. But he was a nice chap and paid 5 bucks for 3 Post-Its. Of course there was this pudgy fellow who paid 10 dollars and not asking for anything. A generous person ya but we felt bad and gave 6 Post-Its to him nonetheless. I think he was caught offguard cause he was bleary-eyed and all. Haha. It's for a good cause I assure you.
The 08S33 gang left early cause well, partly because none of us signed up for the4 afternoon session. I would have happily tagged along if anyone was there. But since I didn't know a single soul throughout the entire trip, I think I would be better off going elsewhere.
I played pool with dewei.

I think playing such games really churns out conversations that exceeds those spoken at the dining table. I mean, there I was trying to get the rotten ball into the hole and Dewei was there conversing with me about life's great issues. We both believe in a higher being though by the way, but the question of who believes it more..it's still unanswered. I think it's me though. Haha. I was okay talking about such philosophical stuff while playing pool. Oddly, it kept my calm even better than normal. Weird huh? But I was thrown off track when this few people came along and occupied the table beside u.s The women, for all their vanity, poured themselves with perfume and I was like gasping for air. It seriously screwed me up and I lost. Ah. He won 8-6. On a lighter note, at least I am getting better.
Ha.
Tired like crap now.