mm’s building is having a food drive for charity — they are collecting non-perishable food items, canned, dried, noodles, all sorts, and giving them to the needy. Somehow it feels better than donating money, I don’t know anyone working in the non profit sector, so I can’t tell which is better. We used to have similar food drives every Christmas at school, and we used to visit the pensioners at home too.

It’s such a pity how being charitable has taken such a backseat role in modern day life. It’s enough coping with politics and deadlines and traffic that we really do need to take a step back and ponder, what are we doing?

We went to 7.15am mass yesterday in remembrance of her sis. Yes we had to get up at the crack of dawn. But yes it was totally worth it, there was no question ever.

But what about all those other people who were there? They seemed to be there every morning, at least every time we go to this mass. They get up at the crack of dawn. They are the good sheep, the good Catholics. Why can’t I? Her mum asked which church I go to and I had to embarrassedly answer I don’t go. I wish I’d go more often, but I know for a certainty that this is all just talk.

Sometimes I wish I could chuck it all in and go work for a charity for a few months, kinda like the vso or msf. But I’m not sure if I’m tuff enuff to survive in those living conditions. Wishful thinking, again.