Thursday, July 19, 2007 . 2:53 PM
Deying commented that i haven't been updating my blog. I haven't been updating bcos i'm kinda loss for words, nothing worth blogging about. She said i always have alot of things to say, i observe things and i'll think about them and i'll write them down. Labels: life
I take that as compliments lar hor.So i gez it's time to write something. I have some sad thoughts. Sure you wanna hear? haha..if not you could skip this entry.
1st of all, i've been feeling tired every single day. Every morning i wish i could juz sleep more before going to work,every night i'm so tired that i couldn't do anything except sleep or watch tv (watching tv doesn't need too much energy...). At the present state, i feel rather contented being able to go home n pig out. I do have many responsibilities at hand. If someone had known me for a long time, they would be astonished at how packed my schedules r like now, and the no of responsibilities i have .I'm such a lazy idiot. It's amazing how my life turned out to b so.....er fulfilling?so packed? haha..
So i need to have better sleep, earlier sleep, more rest to handle everything that i've got to handle. I can't do my QT being so tired. I can't do housework being so tired, I can't even dance properly, can't even drive properly, can't even lead the cell grp properly being so tired. So bottomline, i got to make sure i rest enuff and b disciplined enuff to rest enuff.
Enuff said about being tired.
I was at bukit timah having lunch with my friend, Keith. It was a raining day. We were sitting there chatting, looking at the rain and the carpark below the hawker centre. An old uncle came and asked if he could clear our table of plates and bowls. And we continued chatting while he was doing it. I noticed he was doing the clearing and cleaning mostly with his right hand. Then i noticed that his left hand's palms and fingers 'curled' up in a clench, typical of a stroke patient. He went to his trolley of plates, took some dirty plates with his right hand and walked with a slight limp to the nearest stall, tried to open a container's lid with his not-so-feeble left hand, struggling with it for a while. Then the lid opened, he dumped the dirty plates in and closed it with his right hand. He walked back to my table, limping alittle on the left..and cleaned my table with a cloth in his right hand. I found it hard to chat with Keith. I was looking at the uncle all these while. I felt so much sadness.
The thing with me is ..i feel alot for old pple. I think it's cos they remind me of my dad. When i see them limping away, i feel upset about it. They may b juz anyone of us when they were young, dashing, beautiful,strong, healthy, but look what happened to them when they aged? Doing tedious cleaning work in hawker centres. I identify alot more with stroke patients. Amazingly, this uncle is still working. Even though he's been thru a stroke,at least he could still use his left hand, even tho it's really not feeble enuff..it's a tougher job for him. I can't help thinking y he needs to still work when obviously, it's better for him to recuperate etc. I've seen uncles, in a worse state, struggling to walk around with their limps, their 'paralysed' hand holding on the plastic bags that holds their grocery shopping. 1st thought was, wow, uncle still can take care of himself even tho he suffered from stroke. 2nd tot is...he's doing all these still, does it mean he doesn't have pple to take care of him. Watching them struggle ..is quite a painful sight.
Watching elderly doing cleaning jobs at hawker centres is also quite a disturbing sight. Why are all the old pple in SG working? Do they really need the money? Or they have nothing better to do and they need the money? To be fair, there's nothing much a senior citizen can do here....except to work..and at the same time, they can earn some money. It's not like they have a garden to nurture plants, pets to keep, places to go walk walk (except malls..) So it brings back the question of what the gahmen is really doing...for her citizens lor... If u ask me, i don't really wan to retire here, unless i'm super rich. Look at wat happens to the old pple, you roughly can guess what would happen to myself and everyone in the future (except the super rich) as well. I think, only the wealthy can afford to live a comfortable retired life here. And what? 20% of the population belongs to that wealthy percentage? The 60% of us in middle class who may have the little enjoyable of having some money and prob don't need to work in hawker centres and the remaining who are too poor to even retire.
I wanted to talk to the uncle cleaning my table. But i don't know what i could talk to him about. I gez...my father is still lucky afterall. But his stroke condition is much worse than them. He has pple to take care of him and he doesn't need to struggle around with daily activities or even work. No wonder my mom sometimes get so pissed with the fact that he got himself so lucky, sick oso got pple take care...
