I went to the class CIP today half heartedly in the morning because i only slept for like 3 hours and SOMEONE accidentally poke her satay stick into my thumb nail(#%@#!) while competing for the BBQ stingray during midnight supper in Chomp Chomp yesterday night. It hurts quite badly when anything comes in contact with it that i haave to place some fugly plaster on my thumb.

The CIP turned out to be interesting and meaningful though. We went to the Red Cross home for the disabled, turns out its a home for mostly people who are mentally disabled. The guys went to do some sai kang like cleaning the leaves while the girls went to help bring the disabled people down to the open for some fresh air. My heart sank when i walked past the rooms, there's actually children inside that have the severe illness. I avoided looking at most of them cause i didnt want to be emotionally fucked and didnt want to look as though they're exhibits.

Dominic,liyi,huiyi and me interacted with this guy called christopher, apparently i thinnk he's the onnly guy who is more "normal". He has this super memory in which u can just tell him any date on the calendar and he will tell u the day of it correctly.. well at least most of the time. At the end, he wanted us to get him Sesame street Number with words DVD, 3 hours one somemore lol. We told him we would try to find and buy it for him.

It makes me wonder what gives this people the will to survive or are they just simply living it without their own knowledge. One thing i know for sure, the thing that Christopher looks foward to everyday is us giving him the sesame street DVD. And i wonder what would happen if we go there again empty handed.

Too much thoughts