quit the whine

Ok, I should quit whining about my barely-there life. On the way for lunch, I saw an elderly holding tight to another woman whom I presume to be her daughter who looks to be intellectually challenged. On another note, I recall this middle age selling tissue papers while holding a baby presuming months old. It is very disheartening to believe that Singapore somehow is not the rich prosperous land that she is assumed to be. Somehow these people have fallen through the cracks, and day to day survival is an issue. I have more than enough to eat and god-damn it, a job to whine about.

Whining is only for the fortunate.