Tin Can

5 young gentlemen braved the early morning bath and

heed the shrieking of the alarm clock(mother/gadget).

They woke up and met at CCK MRT station at 7:30am.

Though some were late, they emerged unscathed

from their arduos MRT trip still with

goofy smiles plastered on their faces.

Upon receiving their oblong ammo, these fine young men

planned their points of ambush to inflict maximum

damage on their "prey".

They are none other than The Donation Collectors.

Comprising of ShiHan, Vico, Zaki, Yamin and me, we

terrorised office workers in the morning at Tg Pagar and

exchanged pleasantries and smiles to hopefully get

their silver coins and the occasional dollar note.

Many patrons kept about a 5m radius away from our

standing point but there were those with hearts of gold

who contributed merrily, relieved that it's for the

Renewal Self-Devt Centre RSDC and not a certain

foundation dealing with kidneys. =)

Some warmed us with their smiles and beauty whilst

others simply stoned and pretended we

were see-through as if we're

'No Smoking' signs at bustops. ( Hey, people are

still lighting up there!)

I can go on and on about each and every person I meet

but I'm not old enough to relate an old wives' tale.

Multi tasking seems to be the order of the day as we

needed to be able to talk to the people, jinglie our tin

cans, arranged our stickers on the radius of the tin can

and spot the hot chick within the vicinity.

All in a days job for The Donation Collectors.

Batteries not included.