That day...

I saw an old uncle at the MRT selling Tissue Paper.

Observed him for one hour while waiting for Fatin.

Respect.. Every single time, every single wave of pedestrians crossing over the road, he will stand up, hold the tissue with both hands, showing his ulmost sincerity in selling the tissues to any passers-by under the hot son.

I could tell that he got difficulties standing for long hours. Yet he still forced himself to do so. And on an average of 30 minutes, he will only get around 1 or 2 customers. All he had with him was this folded chair, and a bottle of half-drank mineral water, lasting him for the day. He doesn't even want to waste the leftover water, because hes drinking it so sparingly, to a point he drink the water i can't even tell the water level goes down.

LOOK I KNOW IM RETADED OBSERVING UNTIL THIS EXTENT...But but...

At that moment, i just feel that he is the man. He don't care about what other people think of him, and he probably doing this for the sake of the family suffering from poverty. The uncle seem so desperate, he just keep repeating his rountine time and time again, and everytime no one approach him, he will sigh and sit down, preparing for the next batch of pedestrians to cross over.

I feel so sour inside,

i wish my 2 bucks can bring more than just a moment of joy and laughter for him,

i wish i won't see another old folks or disabled selling tissue papers on the street,

I wish i can do something more,

I wish to grow up to be a great person who can impact someone positively, who can make the world a better place.

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Never forget the reasons why i started dancing:

Not only to do my friends and family proud,

more than just self-pleasure and passion,

But to express the music and bring joy to people : )

My life,
TO BE CONTINUED.