me, church kitchen, coffee milo tea , lots of cups, my watermelon sponge and my world of thoughts. (:

today i was helping my mummy in de church kitchem washing and washing and washing many many cups non-stop like a washing machine. believe me, its hard work. As the many cups filled with half-finished milo and coffee came in together with plates smudged with smelly oil, i learnt to appreciate all who wash my plate and cups daily. Be it susu or the canteen aunties or uncles, i'm ultimately grateful. Thus, i've yet again found another reason not to waste food; it will be absolutely horrible having to wash plates with leftover food on it. yepp(:

Moving on...many a times my mother would go into her ultra-stress mode and it affects not only herself but the whole family. sad enough, she doesn't understand that point.Alot of people are getting stressed lately and due to that, no one actually stops and think for the people around them. Because of that, people don't bother to be grateful. and its sad. The world is such a sad place and i'm trying to make it a nicer place to live in, a place where people can be less fake and more natural. But it doesn't look like i'm making any progress ): no point harping on it though.

When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
-i bet you never knew, that every single word was sincere.