this is the centre in which we pack the food into plastic bags
me & rachel <3
me & yi ting <3
me & wan ting <3

Hello again! :) This is post is meant for Sat 1 Dec. I've been busy with the above. Today was the day that we went to marsiling road, and packed the food into the plastic bags.

Boy, if i'm not wrong, maybe each plastic bag was about 5+, 6kg? And so, each team had about 3-4 peeps. My team consisted of Rachel, Wan Ting & Candice. We were supposed to give the food to the needy families in person..our list : 9 units. Rachel and WT went their way, Candice and I went our way. Our list had 3 Malays and 1 Indian Muslim, so hey, it was up to me to speak while Candice helped to knock. :)

The owner of the first house that we went to was an Indian Muslim old man by the age of 88. He kept looking down at the red plastic bag and asked me what was inside. I felt pitiful cos he is partially blind, and he has a daughter who's mentally challenged. So i told him there was rice, a can of sardines, a can of baked beans, instant noodles and a can of condensed milk. All these needy families that we went to all had one thing in common : they had no income. Yes, im serious here.

Did i mention that each of us had to carry 2 plastic bags weighing about 10-12 kg in total? We were lucky there were lifts. We went to 3rd, 5th, 7th and 10th storeys. The alley ways were abit dark and I walked fast, holding those heavy bags in both hands while struggling to hold the list. And, i had to check for the unit number too.. The corridor was quite long. Seriously. We even had to walk from one end to the other at certain times.

As i talked to these family members, i realised something.. these surge of gratefulness and a part of me just felt emotional i guess.. I must remember that they are much more pitiful than others; learn to be grateful with what you have. After i completed the tasks, Candice and i went back to the centre below. As we sat in the room, i thought to myself, "it didn't matter how heavy the plastic bags were, even when i was sweating, what matters is that i had helped the needy in a certain way. it's not much, but it's something."

Every bit of kindness helps, so do an act of kindness, and u will feel a sense of happiness and satisfaction within you. :)

Oh, i wana end with this bit taken from Nora's : "I wanna make a tee that says 'Please don't talk to me in Mandarin. I'm Malay.' " lol. (I'm not racist btw.) it's like everyday or so that people think im Chinese- kinda-tingy. Just because of how i look. But it's okay, although it gets on my nerves at times. But hey, something different happened at fc6 the other day.

I was paying for my drink when the aunty said to me, "Wah, hen piao liang. U Malay right? Very pretty ah.." I just blushed and nodded and smiled and thought, "Yay, she knows im Malay". hahahaha..