I was sipping on Moët & Chandon,
eating exquisite handmade chocolates from Just William,
lying on the king size bed in my suite,
wrapped in my La Perla silk dressing gown,
watching Danger Zone on the plasma TV,
on my luxurious short holiday.
I couldn't sleep that night.
The images of the little iraq boy who died of blood infection,
and the malnutritioned little girl from congo who nearly pass on kept on flashing in my head.
I couldn't help but felt guilty,
while I'm spending so much on unnecessary shopping and indulgence,
children are dying/striving to stay alive because of poverty.
So, I sponsor children through World Vision.
I donate AU$39 each month (sometimes more if I get extra jobs/shop less) to each of my 3 sponsored child from Congo, Kenya and China.
But sometimes it boils down to the point that I doubt my own intentions of doing so.
Do I really care deep down inside?
Or is it merely a dosage of "feel-better" for my conscience?
Sigh.
My nose sours each time when I recieve badly drawn thank you sketches and birthday/x'mas cards from my sponsored child.
I really hope I did make a difference in their life.
Today, while making my last minute stop at Pitt St. Mall,
I picked up another child from Uganda from the World Vision stand instead of buying another pair of shoes.
Let's just hope if I do manage to stop my impulsive/compulsive buying,
I will not turn into an impulsive/compulsive child sponsor.
Making a difference in a child's life is only a click (and AU$39) away.
Click on the link below:
http://www.worldvision.org/
So, go do your thing.
(its tax deductable anyway)
I will not be coming home on 22nd Aug.
Due to the complications of my residency issue,
I'll be staying back instead of flying back and fro,
too much hassle.
Sorry Boo, for missing all your major gigs,
for not being able to be by your side when times are hard and work is tough,
for not being able to share our lives,
for not being understanding,
for throwing hissy fits when you're too busy,
for the constant extension of my stay in Aus.
Sorry Washi, for leaving you behind,
for letting u collect dust in the corner,
for not coming home on time,
for letting you remain a hermit.
Sorry TAG, for not being able to make it for your last night at Loft,
for missing Merdeka party,
for not marking my attendance on Fri night.
Sorry Dirrty, for not being a responsible muse,
for not being able to spend rainy Sundays together.
Sorry Bro, for not being able to renovate your new love nest,
for not coming home as promised,
for not gurni-sacking the French dude.
I'll be home soon (not as soon as desired, but sooner than expected) .
Wait for me.
