Pre-schoolers with ping pong ball in spoon
Michael, Tee Keat and I were manning a games stall which was quite fun initially. But we soon realised that the kids weren't the type that gave up easily. They'd just keep on coming back for more and more and more. It was almost as if they lived out the words of Rocky Balboa "Its not how hard you can hit, or how much you can hit, but how hard you can get hit and yet move in the right direction". They were so persistant on coming back for more that it got quite tiring towards the end. But everything was made worth it when we ate satay kajang at the end of the sports day.
It was worth all the effort =D
One of the Chin refugee children and her family will be leaving for the US of A tomorrow. Its a weird feeling- knowing that they'll be headed towards a better life where their status as refugees will be acknowledged but at the same time, feeling worried about how they're gonna fit into the more sophisticated society there. It brings me to wonder if I had done any good trying to educate them in the past weeks. Could I have done more? I can only hope and pray that they'll be fine over there.