Hey hey. I'm gonna update! =)Wednesday
Yesterday my class went to an old folks' home to do some good charity work. It was a new experience for us. I have been there before to perform some songs for the elderly with the whole Guitar Ensemble, and I really didn't like seeing those poor elderly, looking so miserable and lonely. It was like, "Urgh, my heart hurts", again for me. We met more elderly and our mission was to talk to them and show them what we have done in our sketchbook and all. It was rather weird to talk to them as we didn't really know what to talk to them in the beginning, especially some not really sociable elderly. The first elderly for me was a lady. She seemed interested in my sketchbook, which was about sceneries, and we talked about how the lakes and the leaves and the flowers are so beautiful. And to make the talk seem long, I asked her whether she have seen those sceneries...Lol. Then while Amelin and Wan Teng showed her their sketchbooks, she sort of figeted here and there. I asked her whether she was all right and she said that she felt like sleeping. We were like, "Err, ok, have a good sleep."
The rest of the journey through the old folks' home was enjoyable and saddening. Enjoyable, because some of the elderly liked to crack jokes and talk to us and one of them even knew how to write and read and was trilingual. One of them kept asking for presents, and Amelin was like, "Er, yeah, we're coming again tomorrow," when he asked us to give him presents the next day. I didn't feel good because it was an empty promise, but what to do? Sigh. One of them could not speak, but was cheerful. I showed him my sketchbook and he kept on pointing and signing with his hands to show he's very interested and all. =) And saddening, because as we walked past the corridors, we peeked into the rooms, and mostly were elderly with drips and looking very deathly. And some elderly we approached were either deaf or mute. ='(( Sigh, and one of the elderly kept on calling us to bring him home, bring him home. And that he will give us money, he kept on repeating what he said. We were alarmed, of course, and the nurse tells us to just leave him alone. Honestly, if he doesn't wish to stay, why don't they send him home?
Sigh. How I wished the poor man who desperately wanted to go home could fulfil his wish. It's like so saddening. His pleading eyes and incessant pleas...
Oh well. I guess I would not be updating much anymore, because you know, the tests are
coming. Not so minor, yet not so major. But still, I have to study. So there. =)
Oh by the way, you know, I'm back to specky moi. Because my mom thinks that contact lenses can make one go blind. Boo.