Okay, I feel really bad right now, I admit I'm very guilty of not donating to streetside beggars because - well the story's kinda stupid now, but it really made a big impact on me. There was this guy on a wheelchair, he only had one leg, the other was amputated, and he used to wait outside Bugis MRT selling tissue and my sister, her friend and I would always donate a few dollars and not take any tissue because we could tell he really needed it. But then a few weeks later we went back and were going to donate again but hooked onto the handle of his wheelchair was a plastic bag was two boxes of cigarettes and that one incident really lost my trust in them - I've always hated smoking and I really couldn't accept the fact that the money we donated for him to support himself was spent on killing himself, bit by bit. But one person can't represent them all, /:
