Buskerssssssssssss.

Just got home from a eventful MRT ride. See, there was this bunch of Malay kids sitting on the floor, playing 5 Stones, and generally taking up too much space. I spent like my whole journey observing them, cause I'm a pedophile and gay not.  They had this innocence about them, something which I miss.I miss the times when I didn't know anything about the world, and lived alongside Wolverine and Gambit figurines. I miss the times when hanging out with friends meant going to the void deck and rolling down slopes, getting dirty as hell. I miss the times when liking girls meant you were different, and disgusting.

I miss the times when I could just be myself, and not bother about anyone else.

I've been spending much recently, $30++ on a meal with a pretty girl, donated $10 to an ex-convict for 5 pens which I'll probably never use, and another $5 to a busker. There goes my savings.

I donate to buskers,not to beggars. There's a difference between them. And to me, there's no difference whether I donate $5 or 50 cents. It's the thought that counts, anyway.

Beggars are those that do nothing, and expect to get other's loose change. So what if you are missing a leg and an eye? That's life, get over it. You can't live on pity forever.

Buskers, on the other hand, put in time and effort to put on a performance for complete strangers, hoping to get something out of it. They may not be disabled, and some may even hold normal jobs. But they put in effort, and it shows. 

Buskers are also generally much nicer people compared to beggars. When you out a $2 note in a beggar's basket, some stare at you as if asking," Why did you put only $2 when you have a $10 note inside your wallet?"

Buskers, on the other hand, look you in the eye, and say "Thank you very much!" There's this sense of warmth from them, perhaps due to their frequent interaction with people.

Raaaaaah. 3 more days to Friday, and I'm still stuck on that drawing thingy. Die much.