okay so it was my usual jogging session at the park (and i thank God for my performance because i can feel my fitness back up again). during the jog, i saw a foreign worker, possibly a sri lankan, sitting on one of the benches. i was surprised that he was still there when i was heading home. i walked past him and seeing him forlorn and alone really got me thinking. he came here to earn some money for his family, in a place foreign to him, working his ass off at the expense of his life because there he was on a saturday morning without the comfort of his family when he goes home because he would probably be sleeping in a container or something. i swear, if i were to be in his shoes, i wouldn't last a day. the scene was so depressing that it was ironically picture perfect with him sitting alone on the bench made of marble, cross-legged, staring down, showing solitary at it's best. one might wonder what was in his mind. life certainly is hard.

so yesterday, i went to watch a play called 'temple'. it's quite weird and retarded. the plot is too complex that ms lee only understood 20% of it. anyways, i think i manage to get a rough idea .there were seven characters, escaping from the corruption or fear of the outside world.and they were like seeking refuge and having shelter in a sports hall.not really sure whether it is abandoned. they shut the doors to prevent the corruption from the outside world from entering. they claimed that the hall became it's sanctuary and assumed they have gained immunity. but in the end, they were just desperate despairing people unsettled in the place. so in the end, they open the doors as the corruption exist in their own bodies. so really, very confusing.]

school's starting and i'm dreading it terribly. nationals starting and i cannot wait to play. hah, who am i kidding?