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Saturday, February 24, 2007

Saturday wasn’t the normal day it meant to be. It was a life lesson that charged into me, overwhelming me. What’s so special about today?

Well ,it was the day that I had first contact with the patients from IMH ( Institute of Mental Health.)

The media portrays these patients as mentally unstable and liable to lash out without warning ,in other words , people who attack you indiscriminately. This creates a social stigma about these patients , making them feared and in the end, isolates these patients from the warmth of human touch. Sometimes ,they forget what it is to laugh, to cry ,to feel, to care and to love. They become machines , with just one job , to survive. Some even have families abandoning them, their faces in “shame”, is it so hard for them to say “My parent’s are mentally unfit” , is it so hard to create another place in their hearts for these so called “mentally unfit” people? One thing I saw that touched me was when one the patients ushered his friend towards the goody bag and helped him take one , it was such a refreshing reprieve from our fast paced selfish world , have you seen people jostling each other in trying to cut the queue? The kiasuness is simply overwhelming. Take almost any auntie in the streets and let her see a long queue ,without fail she will join the queue ,even if she doesn’t know what’s she’s queuing for. Compared to the IMH patients ,I would rather live with them than even be in a 50m vicinity with such a auntie.

Families now have the pragmatic concept towards the kinsmen. If he/she is troublesome , send him away. What happened to the love? What happened to the basic urge to care for your family? Sons and daughters , all grown up ,some see their parents as a burden , as a damper , as a useless tottering good-for-nothing. But what about when you were a child? Did they not care for you? Love you ? Provide for you? Slog their guts off for you so that you can study? Shake their heads in defeat even as you utter these heart damming words?

Is it so hard to return all these love? Is it so hard to even return a fraction of the love?

Must it be shame that you feel when you have such a relative?

Must these patients be so feared? Are we too stereotypical? The patients that I encountered were caring and kind. They had a twinkle in their eyes and their infectious toothy grin which they shared. They were not shy ,even during the sing-along session ,their songs were even better than any pop songs because , theirs came down from their hearts ,they wanted to engage with us ,to entertain us ,such generosity of the heart even when it meant sacrificing your self-esteem is something that is missing with everyone of us.


It was what i would call , a time to reflect on myself.


Friday, February 23, 2007
Rawrrrrrr



I'm back after shelving the mountain of chinese homework..=.=

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Short post =P


Monday, February 19, 2007
A nice song from High school musical.



Okay, I admit i was too lazy last night to write the full account. *Yawn*



Pfft, We went at 7, not much to see ,just wondering around and doing some sightseeing ,but i got a unexpected windfall, I SAW THE FIREWORKS UP CLOSE!! It went for around 10mins of which i was frantically clutching my phone and jostling around for a nice angle to capture the beauty of the sparklers.
Oh yeah. The people there stank. It was 100% ewww.. with all the mud sloshing around on the ground ,you would think that we were somewhere in malaysia. =.= Besides this ,it was quite nice ,i mean with all the eye candy around =] and the flavour of the crowd.
The cai shen statue is a must-have-to-go-according-to-chinese-supersition crap..there was this lady so dammn kiasu until i want to laugh at her , she took a umbrella there and inverted it ,hoping to like "catch some good luck" which is soooo not going to happen judging from the stares she recieved. One feisty lady went up to her and said in hokkenien " eh you very selfish leh can don't use ur umbrella?" Then she went like " Aiya only catching good luck mah" and ignored everyone from then with a simile.. I think she must have been a beggar in her past life to need so much luck =.=


pfft- Off to homework =DDDDDD


Back from the Bin hai wan..


One thing to say ,It was really packed!! People were packed like sardines...and the food there was quite expensive ,not worth it. $6 for a measly bowl of noodles ,daylight robbery!Here's some pics.

Me and sis
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Myself ,solo pic xD
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I feel that i have changed alot during the past few months..=/


Rawr ..Nothing much today ,woke up at 11:30 pro right?
xD ,Anyway had a really really late lunch =.= due to some adults who refused to budge till they beat me in poker which didn't happen ... xD ,then they went off to play majong which i don't know..Heh so here i am now after a rousing lunch =] Fwee~ Off to Bin hai wan =p




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