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When you have limited movement, it can be
really depressing staying at the hospital. Every day, the routine would be the
same, even during festivities or public holidays.
was near Christmas in 2016, that my sister suggested that we make some origami
Santa to lighten the mood at the burn ward. In honesty, I wasn’t really keen on
folding origami but my sister was insistent that we can give them to the
patients in the burn ward.
After a few days of folding, we finally had enough origami Santa for
everyone. She then bought chocolates and sweets and we pasted an origami Santa on
each gift. The small gifts were then distributed
to the nurses on shift and all the other patients. It wasn’t much, but it felt
good to spread a little joy and have small talks with other patients in the
Last year, even though I was already discharged from the hospital, we
decided to prepare the same gifts again with more goodies added. We made them looked
like Santa carrying a sack.
This year, instead of the
usual origami Santa, I have decided to put the goodies into normal plastic
packaging instead. It saves a lot of time. I made around 35 packs in total.
As my sister is currently in Singapore, I had
to WhatsApp her the photos. When she saw the pictures, she exclaimed, “Nothing
“It is ok. It is only once a year,” I
During this holiday season, we
should be thankful and grateful for the company of family and friends.For some, the holiday season can be a
depressing time without anyone to celebrate with. It is indeed a gift to be
with love ones during this time of the year.
On a journey of uncertainty, confusion, chaos and emotional turbulence, that is when we turn to Faith. Some lost Faith when they did not get the answers they wanted or what they prayed for did not manifest. Some Faiths however strengthen despite the journey appearing more unknown and uncertain. To me, Faith is a personal journey. No one can tell you what you should do with your Faith. It's yours alone and not for others to dictate what it should be to their understanding. To their belief system. To their comfort zone. For God would show the ever faithful His Answer, His Direction. His Guidance. I remembered my Faith was weakened in the month of April 2018. Patrick's jaundice did not appear to be growing any better. In fact, it was steadily increasing in bilirubin. My mother questioned on why is he not getting any better. Sometimes I do not know how to answer her. How could I give her a definite answer when the doctors could not? On average, I had been sleeping 3 hours nightly bec…
The birth of Patrick changed my marriage life from the two of us to the three of us, a family. We were excited, happy, worried followed by all kind of emotions for our baby son. So many things to learn, to experience. Breastfeeding, constant thoughts on our baby's well being especially when his jaundice appeared to rise during his first month. The lacking of sleep. There were moments I observed his breathing while he slept. We were amazed by every new mannerisms that Patrick displayed. We were so charmed when he first smiled to us. I would observed how gently my husband would treat Patrick and how Patrick would looked up to him, listening to his every word.
We were enjoying ourselves as new parents until something happened in the middle of November 2017 that changed our lives forever. "There is something not right with his stools."
My sister in law remarked to me while I tiredly changed Patrick's diapers. Mentally I can be exhausted as new mothers would be. We visited my s…
When I saw Patrick's stained fingers, I observed closely it was blood. I assumed the stain came from his ears again. I observed - no wound. I checked on his arms and legs. No wounds as well. I was puzzled where the stain came from. Then I had a sudden thought - check his diapers. When I saw the bloodstain on the diapers, I panicked and called my husband to come upstairs quickly. When he reached the room, I told him Patrick is bleeding. "where?", he asked "Anus." I pointed to his diapers and then his anus stained blood. It had never happened like this before. Usually there were droplets of blood together with his stools. Even that rarely happened. "Is it starting?", my worried thoughts came. When I glanced towards my husband's face, he too have similar thoughts. "It" refer to liver damage. My husband advised me to clean up his anus. After the blood stain was cleaned, my husband took a closer look. "There is a cut near the anus hole." …