ok before i start writing abt my great experience yesterday.. i found sth so unbelievable!!! i've got a blog in 2004!! n i din noe. no i mean i forgot all abt it. e last blog was Tuesday, August 31, 2004 9.05 pm. oh man!! suprise!! stunned!! haiz.. gonna delete it anyways.. haha.. so weird.. thought it wasn't mine.. but erm how can i assess into it wen i got e user name and password. haha! okies.. tts my findng this afternoon..

28th April 2007:

went to work at 9am. super tired! but haf to go.. cox i noe they're short of staff.. muz be responsible. but i dun like e feeling of 'not feeling like going to work' in e morning, or even e night before. tt somehow means tt u've lost interest in tt job. but i din! i mean i've always wanted to try to work as admin. and now i did it! but. maybe it's juz my brain. STM. anyway, i told them tt i'd to leave at 1230, cox i haf something on later. and so i left at ard 1240pm. went to tanah merah station. andrea, qixiang, zhi hui, marian n wen xiong already reached e old folks home (Moral Home). so andrea gave me instructions of how to get there. so e instrustion was.. turn right wen u come out of e station. so i did. and there was a sign blocking the way. and nobody's turning to tt direction. there's also an escalator down to a tunnel i think. and pple are heading tt way. so i thought for a while, den i decided to take e escalator down too. perhaps it'll bring me to e 'right' bus stop. haha. and yes! i did it! haha.. silly me..

bus 14 was realli a veri long wait. wen i get there, i'm stucked outside e home wif a few of e volunteers. haha.. cox e gate wasn't opened. and siew chin is not here yet! hah.. she's lost.. hehe she's even blurrer den me.. haha! she took like 4 buses to get to e home. anyway i'm so happy to see how. cox she's my parnter! we're paired to an old lady. she din seemed to like us at first, but then after much conversation, we did get along well :) and i spoke realli bad broken hokkien. haha.. e old lady had to mix chinese with hokkien to talk to me, so tt i can talk to her in chinese too. hehe.. sorri ah ma! :) but i love you! :) den.. firstly we sang songs wen e ah gongs and ah mas gathered in e assembly area. zhi hui and qixiang performed harmonica and we sang along. they're really great! i nv thought harmonica sounds so nice. haha.. [was worried abt sth then.] anyway after tt we brought them to e near by park. as most of them are wheelchair bound, we needa pushed them to the destination. and i can say tt it's not an easy job. i've done it before, as my grandparents needa use a wheelchair wen they go out. so yar.. i'm sort of used to it. but there's obstacles too. like getting down from a step it's not easy. so wen we reached e park, we strolled along.. den stopped at a shady place. [was worried abt sth still.] and once again, performed songs for the old folks. i can say tt e youngsters and volunteers enjoyed. but i dunno abt e old folks. haha! i noe they're sure hungry. hehe.. so we went back right after tt.. and served them dinner. some were veri impatient as they're veri hungry and their frens are being served first. haha.. andrea and her frens are entertaining themselves. haha.. with lots of old songs.. mananged to take a few grp pics though! and wif our name tags :)later on there's a de-brief and we can go! yeah! i'm so damn hungry cox haven eaten any except for a bread in e morning before i started work. so yes! i'm so hungry! but we still took bus 14 to town. long but enjoyable ride i can say :) [continuation of worrying.] i'm like a tour guide for my owner. haha.. muz bring her ard singapore next time. hehe.. :) den we ate pepperlunch!! yeah!! is wat i wanted to eat lar.. hehe.. a lot of mehs mehs in takashimaya. haha! den walked ard.. had ice cream.. and i had my churros! yeah! shared wif my owner :) after tt we walked ard in far east plaza. den went home. so tired! legs are giving way ard.. so tts abt it! :) rested not veri well but was so realli tired. [worrying in process]. [worrying stopped today afternoon]. tts all folks! :)

Lots of loves, hugs n kisses,

Sharon