cambodia - part II

argh! i give up, tried posting the pics, but some dun load even though i got the confirmation that the pics been posted. well nvr mind, i shall elaborate on some thoughts i gathered from the trip

1. a child-like mind
you cant reali find that in singapore. when we visited the villages, we gave out balloon scultures to attract the attention of the kids. some of us were newbies to making balloon sculptures and made real ugly n out of shape ones, but the children received it gleefully. i had quite a few asking for more balloons from me, the way they asked was really polite and grateful. i can hardly imagining singapore kids doing that. no matter what we were giving out, the kids were fighting to take it. cakes, candy, balloons... they had so little, everything we could give them, they received with open hands...

the more interesting thing is that, they share! no matter what they received, they would share with their friends. some were even reluctant to remove the toys from the plastic packaging. what toys did we give them? inexpensive, 10c a piece parachuting soldied with a plastic sheet that opens as its parachute. and it opens... if u saw their faces when they had that toys, u wud have thought someone had given them an xbox or something.

i'm not realli blaming singapore kids, i mean, who can blame kids... their personalities r a product of the environment. but i cant help questioning, why r singaporean kids less grateful? i think its becos they already have so much.

the same applies for grown-ups like us.

we have so much, yet we want more. the more we have, the more wants we have... it's almost pathetic. here we r talking about that bag, that watch, that designer label wallet that we're lemming. making internet purchases or hundreds n thousands... buying shoes clothes...

the children there walked about the village grounds barefooted.

for once in my life, i hated the fact that i did not have humongous cash reserves. i regretted not working hard. i wanted so much to come up with some money to buy shoes for them, clothes, mattresses. but i couldnt... mayb this is my calling... i thought to myself, to bless but where was the money going to come from? i m stil waiting for God to answer this question of mine...