life in a village

Went to a village in Vietnam recently for volunteer work.
Stayed for 10 days and the 10 days allowed me to see how life was like, in a village.
Early working hours, cold showers, red soil under your feet, soiled clothes.
Will I ever get used to such lifestyle?
To lead a life without warm showers, no internet access, little source of entertainment and a lack of sanitary facilities?

I've been thinking. About the money I'm spending here. Is it necessary to spend it on such? And I feel guilty.. :/ (thinking of people in the village with little to eat and unwillingly parting 20c just to go to the public shower area to shower)

Let's all be appreciative of what we have, prevent wastage (of food or hard earned money) and give thanks to the Lord for what he has given us.

God has also given me a new interest in volunteer work, which, I hope I will and I shall continue to do in Singapore.

ID

Went to a home for the intellectually disabled recently.
The nurse kept reminding me how fortunate we are, to be normal, to be speaking well, to be walking well
I looked around the room and there they were, the elderly, engaging in simple manipulative activities, throwing and catching of ball and learning how to dress up.
Such simple things which we have learnt when we are young and take for granted.
Speaking can be a mean feat for them as they struggle to understand and process and also communicate their thoughts.

This old man who is considered high functioning was playing with LEGO blocks. He wanted the blocks across the table so he said, 'Lego, lego,' while reaching for it. The nurse brought it over to his side, took a red coloured Lego.

Nurse: What is this?
Man: Red colour
Nurse: Yes I know this is red colour, but what is the name of it?
Man: Red colour
Nurse: /takes a blue block/ What colour is this?
Man: Red colour

It made me laugh for a while but also think.
Let's all just cherish what we are given and have, instead of asking for more.

human trafficking

we live in such luxury and yet we still complain and keep wanting more.
and there we have people in poor countries struggling to feed themselves and then deceived into selling themselves. 
we decide our own path, our future but those people? they are poor and they take up anything that is offered, just for money. 
can we all appreciate what we have and stop asking for more?

let's do this.

I want to be a person who give thanks for every minute of my existence on this world.
I'm here for a reason and I want to make changes in people's life.
I'm working towards it^^
I can do this. 

Gift.

I recently took up drum lessons. Now i'm going on my fourth class. I hope I can do this well and play in the church. not that tambourine is not nice but..3 tambourines..really.. .__.

I've been trying to look for my talent. Like how everyone is gifted in something. I'm trying to find mine. I was in a choir for 4 years, i kind of liked it but i don't think i can sing well (enough). I tried to learn guitar since 4 or 5 years ago and i'm trying to pick it up again but it's not easy seeing that i love to paint my nails...(life) Now i have an interest in ukulele and i have been practicing a few songs with it. It's much much more convenient (and easier) than picking up a guitar. I can play a few songs and that's about it, i don't know what to do with it. AND now drumming. Maybe i've found what i can do best^^ The teacher said i have a good sense of rhythm (which is good..i guess).

Mum.

Thank God for my mum.
She has been through so much suffering and torture and difficulties in her life, not once did she ever give up. and i thank God for such a brave mother.
Please continue to be with her and with us.

no.

people always say God is unfair, the world is unfair, everything is unfair.
Nope. all wrong.
God made normal people; normal, with hidden ingrown talent. He also made special people; special, with obvious overflowing talent.

Children with special needs has a flair in an area most of the time, be it drawing, dancing, music or even blessed with a good memory.
A child in my class is suspected to be a boy with autism. Let's call him H. He isn't able to speak clearly like children of his age and rarely socialise with the other children in the class. Despite the fact that he is suspected to have such a condition, H has an excellent memory and is able to remember Chinese words that his friends don't know. It is also heartening to hear that his classmates take good care of him (the girls adore him, that's what my teacher said). They were supposed to draw something but H took a blunt pencil and he did not know what to do. I told him to sharpen it and gave him a sharpener. The boy sitting beside him offered to sharpen his pencil (without prompting from anyone!!) and when he was done, H was told to take another pencil by the teacher. That disappointed face given by H's classmate was so...funny? hahaha so i told him to use it instead. :')

I'm not sure if the classmates know that he's special (they probably don't), but it is wonderful to see them caring for their classmates.

every single children is special and i thank God for that.