Was having dinner at home, eating fried rice by my mum and yong tau foo from jurong point foodcourt.

The tv was screening's Belinda's documentary, its about a programme whereby she visits Singaporeans that are away from home and she went to Africa. There was this self-less lady, who tried to help the poor Africans in the country.

She said, "I know there are a lot of many who need help and I can't help all of them. But knowing that I have the ability to help some of them, helping one is better then helping none".

And they interviewed this African single mum with 5 kids, the kids do not even have a single piece of clothings. They were so happy when Belinda pass them some old clothings donated by others. It pains my heart, it really did. Looking at my dinner, I didn't have the appetite to eat anymore.

I suddenly feel so shitty, I am always complaining about what I don't have, yet I didn't realise there are many many more out there who doesnt even have the simple luxuary of having a meal.... it hurts me even more.

I guess I need to be contended with life. Happiness can be very simple if you are contented with you have. The world can be a more beautiful place, if everyone care a little more for one another.