3.9.06

Human hearts

Today is Tulip Hearts Day.

After hours of selling handmade tulips to raise fund for the Children cancer foundation, not only have I realized how many kind loving people there are out there, inevitably it has also shown me the ugly side of the human race.

You have voluntary people coming up and happily hand you the money without anything in return, you see people donating as a form of purchasing the tulips, you also encounter tourists doing you the favour in return for helping them with directions, you see loving mums doing their part so their little children can pick one of those colorful tulips, you witness one or two good boyfriend(s) willingly chipping out for their girlfriend (I've to say this is rare, especially you local men, aren't you kind enough?)...

Unfortunately you also meet people whom treat you invisible, pretend to be deaf or couldn't speak our language (obviously I know he speaks one of the languages, com' on I'm biligual okay!), you have people with eyes constantly on their mobile phone as they walked or staring into the sky, you sometimes have those polite rejections of "No, thank you" or "Sorry" but most of the time you don't even get a sign of "No thanks" but only faces that showed "I have the money but I'm not donating!".

Where is the simple sign of courtesy even if you can't do a little part of contributing, at least smile and say "No, thank you." It doesn't cost a thing yet it would bring a little sunshine to people whom are doing the effort of selling under the hot sun!

Anyway, today I'm giving the prize - Best Lamest Excuse to this foreign old lady whom said,"I'm going to take the plane later." Hello? Does a tulip weigh 20kg, or maybe she needs another 2 bucks more to buy a drink at the Changi Airport?

It's a fun experience, but I still think it is kind of sad to face the world of reality... At least I still believe there are still a lot more compassionate people out there whom have bought the tulips from the fellow fundraisers. I hope...

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