sight

i dunno bout you. bt i often observe things dat are happening around me, and make assumptions, reasonings and imaginations out of it.

it was a normal day when i waited for the 372 bus dat goes from city, back to my place in malaysiia hall when i suddenly saw a couple of oldies,.. standing not so distant from myself. the husband kept on looking at a note on his hand. perhaps he jotted down the number of bus they shud be taking. maybe m just being paranoid or sumtin but i hate it evrytime i see that kind of scenes. u knoww.. old people. looking messy. helpless. trying hard to travel from one place to another.

maybe that was just me. bt try looking at a different case. have you ever come across a street or a mall where the cleaner is a tired-looking old man/lady? i bet u hav. i bet $100 bugs for dat!
it feels soo wrong. at dat very age, they shudnt be like dat. by dat time, they shud be happily staying at home, playing with their grandchildren, gardening, do the stuff they really enjoy doing. bt cleaning a garbage site?? that is so sick to look at. SICK!

right there n there, i swear to myself dat there's no way my parents wud go through such thing like that. n i pray to God i wud never be like those kinds of children who just give hundreds of excuses.
"u dont understand, they're so hard to look after"
"we're busy. we just dont hav the time"
"they dont wanna listen to us. what else cud we possibly do?'

yeah right. how else do u think ur parents took care of u? it is as exact hard as how u think of looking after em. n i still pray though. that i would never forget what i write today.