Have you asked yourself why someone meant something, at all, to you? I figured it out. With words after so long. I figured Its because i could be childish and true as I am, and that person would accept it and appreciate these simple things of genuinity. And that tt person would listen, or read, whatever, you've got to say. No matter how banal or random it is. that makes you go only to this person. Because, that is the real me.
and someone like this is too special to let go. too rare and precious, like Angels. Not anything, but it just means so much to you, for you are sincerely grateful.

Today i received my maiden free cuppa frappucino from Starbucks' Christmas giveaway. It made me ponder whether people bothered about the cause of this event at all? But, by donating, arent we already doing a part to help the needy? Regardless of genuine compassion, or out of obligation, like that's the norm, the procedure to act accordingly to? Its so controversial i feel myself so XXX for even bringing up this issue. Because, the drink was free. and my friend and I simply took out some cash to donate. But I never bothered if I could have done more, if 2 bucks I've donated was sufficient? and if. queuing simply to enjoy this privileged free drink made us greedy Singaporeans? Did it? I'm ... confused.

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