the days have been ending around 3-4am every day for me. one day this week, i slept only at around 9am in the morning. today was particularly exhausting. i promise you, i have never been so tired in my entire pathetic life. x____x

i honestly KO-ed a few times today whilst selling flags.

on the topic of selling flags. hmm. :/

deb's twitter explains it perfectly. xD

basically, selling flags allows you to interact with many many different kinds of people. and since i like interacting with people, it would have been a really fun and exhilarating experience if i hadn't been feeling like a stonefish. =___=

today i interacted with the people from the heartlands--and collected a lot of money from them too!

compared to place like Orchard, Dhoby Ghaut and Bugis where people are considerably more apathetic and prone to ignoring flaggers, the people of Pasir Ris are rather generous. i got so many $2 notes, and even 1 $10 note! :O

but, of course, i got a lot of coins as well. which directly resulted in the super duper sore arm muscles of mine now. they're so sore i almost can't feel them anymore. they're like...detached...jelly.

holding that increasingly heavy metal can (full of MORE metal) up to people's noses, smiling and trying to be as polite as possible even though your wrists and arms feel like breaking from the strain of carrying that damn thing for 2 hours straight without putting it down is no joke.

enough about my phail nua weak arms.

about the people.

well. many of them were very cautious. they asked lots of questions to discern the validity of our volunteerism. i.e. they interrogated us quite a bit to ensure that they weren't being cheated of their money. of course, many of them donated generously after the interrogation. $2 at least.

however, there were some who spent quite some time asking about 10-15 questions, and only dropped 30 to 50 cents into the tin can held out beseechingly to their faces. which was. kinda ironically funny in a way. xD

"I really want to make sure I know where my money is going. I don't want to get cheated, or end up donating to a fraud and get swindled and donate for nothing. I really need to know where my money is going, so I can be very sure that it's being put to good, honest use."

*drops 30 cents into the collection tin*

xD

and of course there are people who stare at me, stare at the collection tin, then look away. what i don't get is why these poor people can't even understand the simple meaning of the question, "Would you like to donate to charity?" I mean. how difficult is it to put 2 and 2 together, when you see a student wearing a tshirt emblazoned with the words NUS FLAG DAY 2009, holding a collection tin, giving out stickers to people who put this fascinating thing called MONEY into the tin?

haha. people are so amusing sometimes. xD

i'm tired but still waiting for my hair to dry. Arts Oweek is going to sentosa tomorrow, but i don't think i have the strength or energy to go and spend a full day there playing meng games. sorry Shaddup. (my OG name) sorry OGL Julian. :(

i can barely move my limbs without experiencing some sort of pain somewhere. :/