Pearl’s Hill Care Home Outing (20 May 2017)

A Saturday morning well spent with some residents of Pearl’s Hill Care Home!  Thank you very much for letting us join this outing and have the opportunity to take our dear residents out to People’s Park Complex Food Centre in Chinatown for breakfast and some shopping at Sheng Siong!

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Group photo of the Pearl’s Hill Care Home residents, staff, and volunteers, taken at People’s Park Complex Food Centre in Chinatown.

IMG_80980Auntie T and I both had porridge with century egg and we had kopi-o after.  She loves hot coffee!  She requested for a drinking straw, how clever!

IMG_80990Auntie E is unable to eat by herself so Pres helped feed her her yong tau foo.  Yum!  He got it from our favourite stall!

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After their lunch, we brought Auntie E to Sheng Siong for some shopping!

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Auntie T wanted some chocolates!  She is supposed to be on soft diet and nothing too sweet but today is her cheat day, she gets to have some chocolates!

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With our dearest Auntie E and Auntie Tt after our breakfast at People’s Park Complex Food Centre in Chinatown.

 

Blessed are you when you enjoy the company of elderly people.  They are always ready to share their rich experience and wisdom with young people. ― Lailah Gifty Akita

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Why We Enrolled in Haircutting and Reflexology Courses

The children and the elderly have a soft spot in our hearts, both Pres and I and if we could visit an orphanage or a nursing home every month, gladly we would!  But it is no easy to pull off any charity event here or outside of Singapore given the hardly sufficient skill sets that we have.

The impression would always be that those who are in the medical field have that edge when it comes to doing outreach and charity work.  While Pres may be a licensed First-Aider (is that how it’s called?), I could barely stop feeling fidgety when getting some jabs at the local clinic.  Imagine that.

So in 2013 when we first said YES to joining a group off to Myanmar for a mission trip, Pres and I had this conundrum – what value do we add to this group exactly that they would not regret giving us slots, which other volunteers with way useful skills that we so do not possess, would have gotten easily?

This made us decide to enroll ourselves in haircutting courses early 2013.  The mission trip was scheduled first week December so all Saturdays until December, we attended haircutting classes in Serangoon and Tampines community centres.  Pres was always the only thorn among the roses in all our classes but he didn’t mind!

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Thankfully, we finished basic and intermediate haircutting courses in time for our mission trip to Myanmar.  We visited a Karen orphanage in South Shan State, home to 70+ kids, some 14 hours away from Yangon.  We miss the kids at the orphanage as well as the villagers there and we hope to visit them again soon!

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Pres & Ivy

Then in 2014, we started looking around for reflexology courses we could enroll in and only this one reflexology school replied and accepted to teach Pres and I.  We would go for our classes after office (8ish) twice in a week and for our make up classes, we would be there on weekends.  We have been eyeing nursing homes here in Singapore to visit next so we could spend some time with the elderly there.

Master Lai, who speaks very scant English was our reflexology instructor.  Lucky that another instructor, Ms Orifiel would always translate for us!  We would typically take turns on who was to give and to receive massage during class.

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Pres somehow managed to find his way to teach (am using the term loosely!) me and our classmate Susie how to locate the pressure points!  Master Lai probably went for his tea!

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Free neck and head massage, thank you very much!  I’d need to hold up our cheat sheet each time, though!

But the best part of taking reflexology classes, we got to practice on my Mom and my Dad at home!

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To make an elderly person happy is the noblest act a young person can ever do!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

Update 7:  Little Angels’ Cemetery in Nha Trang, Vietnam (8 October 2016)

Mr Tong spent his savings for a piece of land, turned it into a cemetery, and since 2001, he has been giving proper burial to aborted foetuses from abortion clinics in Vietnam.

Day time, he works as a construction worker. Nighttime, he makes his rounds to the hospitals to collect remains of aborted babies so he could bury them in his cemetery.

Some two hours away from the orphanage is this beautiful and quiet garden, the resting place for our little angels.

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We lighted joss sticks for our little angels

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Most of our little angels here would have names given by Mr Tong

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Some of our little angels here are lucky – they get to be visited by their Moms and Dads once in a while

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With two of our girls from the orphanage, we lighted incense sticks for our little angels

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Some babies from stillbirths and miscarriages are also here.  Their parents had requested Mr Tong if their babies could stay here and be playmates with the rest of our little angels

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Mr Tong has this little corner in the orphanage.  This is where he prepares our little angels for burial

IMG_7062Both aborted on 7 October 2016, babies Maria and Guise sat quietly in their clay caskets.  Our prayers are with these little angels and their families.

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Babies Maria and Guise were both buried on the day of our visit to the cemetery

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The cemetery at nighttime

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I feel the greatest destroyer of peace today is ‘Abortion’, because it is a war against the child.  A direct killing of the innocent child, ‘Murder’ by the mother herself.  And if we can accept that a mother can kill even her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill one another?  How do we persuade a woman not to have an abortion?  As always, we must persuade her with love.  And we remind ourselves that love means to be willing to give until it hurts.” ― Mother Teresa