March the first, they say it’s a “clean up australia day”, yet I didn’t see any “clean up” things anywhere. Or maybe I didn’t go to the place where they were. Or maybe I was wrong and the clean up thing is not happening today. I don’t know, all I know that I was registered for volunteer a day before D-Day and I noticed that we suppose to be gathered at pitt street at 8:50 am. So I was there 15 minutes earlier and waiting anyone to show up. But, no one’s there. bummer! I wasn’t sure what went wrong and I just to bother to make a call. So I wait for half an hour before I decided to go back home.

When I was in the neighbourhood waiting while enjoying my breakfast cookies, I saw a homeless needy. he was sleeping in the corner of the intersection. I saw him quite often when I happened to be in the city. I feel sorry for him, so I approached him and shared my cookies. Well, actually eventually I gave all my cookies to him because it wasn’t that much left. The moment after that I felt so great! Seeing that poor man smiled made me felt very happy. I guess people should be smiling all the time because that what gives the world a strength…

Before I took the bus heading home I bought a pack of plastic bags. I remembered that on my way to city that morning I passed a spot in my university where there are lots of crap. So dirty! and I don’t think anyone would want to clean that up. So I was willing to do that, ’cause no body wants to do that, I guess. 

In the end I got three full of crap bags just for one spot. Man, I thought it was gonna be easy, but apparently, harder than I thought. even thought what I did was just pick up most of garbage there, but I felt like I was working out. I was sweating just like those people who jog or sport. And definitely so tired!

a lot of small accidents happen when I “work” there. I got struck down in the hole, got scratch and bleeding because of the spiky tree and several times banging my head to the branch of trees. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with this kind of stuff now. I guess on some level, I am changed. But I don’t know this kind of change is a good or bad one. I don’t know whether I have to feel nobel or stupid, because I believe not many smart people are obsessed with this kind of things. And if that was true, then I definitely a stupid one.

I feel strange with myself at the moment. I guess, I’m back in the stress mode. I looked in the mirror and found that grey hair start to appear again. I remember that I have this phenomena when I was stressed because of my study. And after I finished my study I never had this greay hair anymore and I was enjoying being a volunteer. But then lately I couldn’t sleep well and something filling up my brain. It’s bothering me so much but i don’t know what kind of thought that actually exist in my brain.

*sigh*

Probably, it’s jus because I’m alone…