Sometimes I wonder why we call this 'The Jerk Club',
When we aren't writing jerky stuff like "Cruel Intentions",
Nor is Sven even writing.

I digress.

In a bid to save myself from sinking further into autumn blues,
I aim to educate the public that I know in Singapore,
By writing about what is happening here,
Concentrating on the larger issues in life.

On the evening 2 days back.
Bought some bread from the local store,
A teenage girl walked past me singing,
"I am 19, and I live in the streets..."
She really did.

Yesterday morning on the way to work,
After my breakfast of honeynut crunch.
An old lady was going through the bin in Soho Square.
A young lady went up to her and said,
"Would you like this apple?"
That was when it occurred to me she was looking for food.

And everyday I walk past people lying on cardboard,
Or asking for loose change by the streets.
I used to think I might end up like that,
And friends used to tell me they hope I don't end up so.
Cos it's so hard to survive in London.
Except that I didn't have a sleeping bag as decent as theirs,
Nor a jacket and pants as thick as theirs.
Essentials on a street-sleeper.
With a roof over my head and a job,
I do know that I am quite lucky, in these ways.