was walking along the corridors of S4 tutorial rooms on thursday when this student clad in white-uniform passed me a brochure with a tiny yellow-ribbon. He shyly explained that 'today is international childhood cancer day' and just as I was about to take out my wallet, he walked away.
Apparently, many projects undertaken by organizations nowadays are more to raise awareness on issues society at large need to be educated, and not so much of fund raising. It makes perfect sense!
I remember taking part in a couple of Flag Day events. Those we have to carry containers around shopping malls to ask for cash donations. I always make an effort to research on the organization I'm helping... cos it only makes sense that you know where the funds are going yah? (or at least where it is suppose to go- ) but apparently, many doesn't give a damn about it. for them, it's just the minimum cip requirement.
So, I think that projects to create awareness which lead to genuine contribution makes perfect sense. *cheers-
Apparently, many projects undertaken by organizations nowadays are more to raise awareness on issues society at large need to be educated, and not so much of fund raising. It makes perfect sense!
I remember taking part in a couple of Flag Day events. Those we have to carry containers around shopping malls to ask for cash donations. I always make an effort to research on the organization I'm helping... cos it only makes sense that you know where the funds are going yah? (or at least where it is suppose to go- ) but apparently, many doesn't give a damn about it. for them, it's just the minimum cip requirement.
So, I think that projects to create awareness which lead to genuine contribution makes perfect sense. *cheers-
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I don't remember myself being a 100% healthy kid. But I'm no doubt blessed with the abilities that i truly appreciate.
I had an operation to remove a bump on my neck when I was a baby. I don't remember details. But since then, mum treats me differently. In her eyes, I'm always the weaker link, physically.
I use to be a frequent visitor of the children and women hospital when I was young. I have this condition call 'heart murmur', so i'm allowed to skip all PE lessons in primary school and this unknown vocabulary remained a mystery until I have access to the internet.
A heart murmur is an extra or unusual sound heard during your heartbeat. Murmurs range from very faint to very loud and sometimes sound like a whooshing or swishing noise. Normal heartbeat sounds—"lub-DUPP" or "lub-DUB"—are the valves closing as blood moves through the heart.
I conclude that its nothing serious after the doctor said I can stop seeing him. I was 16 then.
Despite that, I'm still forced to go to big hospital. That's for my backbone. Apparently, the metal ball in that instrument refuses to balance when it's placed on my back, so I have to see the specialist. I'm pretty scared then, cos cousin mei ann had problems with her back and she had to insert a metal bar to keep it right. *shivers*
I was traumatized by the first visit and insisted on not going back thereafter.
So till now, if there's a problem, it remains.
Hopefully oxygen all these years had made it skew towards the right direction.
I had an operation to remove a bump on my neck when I was a baby. I don't remember details. But since then, mum treats me differently. In her eyes, I'm always the weaker link, physically.
I use to be a frequent visitor of the children and women hospital when I was young. I have this condition call 'heart murmur', so i'm allowed to skip all PE lessons in primary school and this unknown vocabulary remained a mystery until I have access to the internet.
A heart murmur is an extra or unusual sound heard during your heartbeat. Murmurs range from very faint to very loud and sometimes sound like a whooshing or swishing noise. Normal heartbeat sounds—"lub-DUPP" or "lub-DUB"—are the valves closing as blood moves through the heart.
I conclude that its nothing serious after the doctor said I can stop seeing him. I was 16 then.
Despite that, I'm still forced to go to big hospital. That's for my backbone. Apparently, the metal ball in that instrument refuses to balance when it's placed on my back, so I have to see the specialist. I'm pretty scared then, cos cousin mei ann had problems with her back and she had to insert a metal bar to keep it right. *shivers*
I was traumatized by the first visit and insisted on not going back thereafter.
So till now, if there's a problem, it remains.
Hopefully oxygen all these years had made it skew towards the right direction.
With all that, I've develop this phobia of going hospitals or even clinics... just people in white robes scares me~ I guess that's how childhood fears can impact a lifetime.
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