okay so it was my usual jogging session at the park (and i thank God for my performance because i can feel my fitness back up again despite my stints). during the jog, i saw a foreign worker, possibly a sri lankan, sitting on one of the benches. i was surprised that he was still there when i was heading home. i walked past him and seeing him forlorn and alone really got me thinking. he came here to earn some money for his family, in a place foreign to him, working his ass off at the expense of his life because there he was on a sunday night, sitting alone without the comfort of his family when he goes home because he would probably be sleeping in a shit ass container or something. i swear, if i were to be in his shoes, i wouldn't last a day. the scene was so depressing that it was ironically picture perfect with him sitting alone on the bench made of marble, cross-legged, staring down, showing solitary at it's best. one might wonder what was in his mind. life certainly is a bitch.