i just watched the last episode of the FH kids and i miss them truckloads.
it was sad and so very touching but thank God that they have found the orphanage.

the sad thing is that throughout the trip, i never know much about the kids' family background.
it's hard to talk to them about family, parents and siblings, isn't it?

through the show, i know that the very matured boy, agus' mother and family are staying at the IDPs and what he really wished for was a complete family despite his many friends.

he was really nice to me during the trip. he was the few boys who played with me during the beach day.
(that beach day i spent most of my time with the same group of kids)

in s inga po re, you would expect the 13-15 year olds to be highly immatured and cheeky, possess little responsibilities and are mostly just out to have fun.
this may sound over-generalising, but i remembered when i was just 13-15, all i wanted was fun, fun and more fun. who will give a damn to other people except your own circle of friends.

yet, it was so different there.
the older kids, 13-15 year olds, assume the role of being big brothers, looking after the younger kids. they are responsible of the younger ones when the teachers are too busy.
whenever I had a hard time trying to maintain order, they were the ones who always stood out to help me.

i admire their strong character, their long vision and so much more.
i feel embarrassed for myself.

i am happy for mad. i see her finding joy in doing voluntary work.
it's not enough to do it once, do it twice. it should be part of your life.
and i see it in her life.

i always question about my intentions
and now, i can proudly say, it's definitely not for fame, not for recognition.

alright. i could go on and on on this.

anw, we went se nto sa today for training. lotsa ________ people.
i don't know which word is appropriate to describe them.
our training ended early so we went to the beach.
me and mad sun-tanned and reg and eunice went to the foodcourt to have aircon.

I AM ALL HOT AND REDD.

on the way back, i met a mad person on the bus (NOT AGAINNN!)
i think this is the 10001 times that i've met a mad person.
anyway, he wasn't a man. he was like a guy, like 15-16 year old? maybe 17?
he sat behind me and he was almost putting his face into my hair.
and he was like breathing onto my neckkkk??????

i got a little scared so i moved my head a little. yet, it was still very very scary.
so i moved to the next seat which is just beside lah!!

then this malay boy sitting behind the both of us (me and the mad boy) started waving his hand to alert me.

malay boy: i think u better sit on the other aisle's seat. he's a little mad.

me: oh. hmm. alright. i realised.

then i moved to the other aisle's seat. then the malay boy (got 2) keep asking the mad boy to keep quiet and keep still.

suddenly, the boy stood up and jumped to the seat where i was sitting. it's directly opp me across the aisle.

he started smiling at me and gesturing funny actions at the malay boys.
and the guy who was sitting in front of me previously was startled.

anw, we reached the gi an t bus stop and loads of pple boarded the bus. so this aunty sat beside him (the mad boy). he started making weird noises and banged his head on the window pane. the aunty was so afraid that she started crying after 2 stations.

he kept on gesturing to others that the malay boys are mad. anw, the malay boys were really nice. in order to prevent others from sitting beside him and get a scare. this malay boy went to sit beside him.

at that's all. cos' i alighted the bus.

super scary k. he was like less than 5cm away from my HAIR!! AND NECKK!
you can actually hear him breathe and FEEL HIS BREATH!!

i was quite traumatised. badly.

what are we supposed to do if we see a mad person?
who are we supposed to call? is there even a hotline to call?
why is he left alone?
why is no one looking after him?
and why am i like every other, ignoring him and giving him the coloured looks?

but, i remembered jiejie sayin that in this kind of situation, i shld do all my best to protect myself.
i still remembered that time i quarrelled with a mad man. and it was bad enough.

somehow, i wished i could do more. at least notify someone.

well, all is done. i hope he's fine.

a better day to tomorrow.
a better day to a better human race.