Amira, you may be one crazy friend but you’re the best. Thank you for all the crazy moments we had together during secondary school and thank you for how you would always stand up for the girls when those bullies teased us. You are the strongest girl I know and may our friendship continue to blossom in the future!
Ever since my mum was hospitalized, her medical social worker, Jacklyn, has been very helpful and resourceful in applying for nursing homes and financial assistance. She never failed to check on the other family members if we are coping well with the hospitalization and ensured that we are mentally and financially well. Thanks Jacklyn for your professionalism in handling our issues and your understanding in our problems!
I remembered during my final year, I needed to get at least 4 As to pull my GPA high enough to get into the course in University that I wanted. I let my lecturer know about this and he took time off lecture periods to coach me in my modules in every way he could. He even gave me advices on how to excel on each modules. I am thankful for his sacrificies and advices.
My friend Nolene cooks the most delicious dishes. She often amaze me with new flavours although not all are successful. She is never afraid of failure but turns it around and sees it as new found knowledge.
My CO in Sispec is my idol. LTC Loh is like a modern day Rambo. A navy seal with many other badges. He was one of the team members that managed to capture the terrorist that took hostage of a Silkair plane. Everyone in camp have the upmost respect for him and regard his as one the best officer in the SAF, he is indeed my hero and Im sure for many others as well.
My foster mother was a quiet lady with a heart of gold. She adopted 2 children, including me at the age of 36, as she was never married. She loves helping others, even as she got older and weaker physically. She also encouraged us to help others too whenever we can. I remembered vividly that once my neighbour was running a high fever and no one was home, I ran home to tell my mother. She went over and carried my neighbour on her back to the nearest clinic, in time for treatment. I was so proud of her, even till today.
Chef Eric is my hero. He is a famous chef but he has no airs about him. He is very humble as a celebrity chef and never fails to crack a joke with the people around him. He is known in the industry to have a good heart and is always ready to help the less fortunate.
My mother is my hero because of all the sacrifices she has made all these years. She may not say much and she canes me real hard when I was naughty but it was all for my own good. Her discipline taught me how to be a better person. She always tell me that we must respect the elders, never to treat others badly and equally. She will also tell me that hard work will pay off as long I put my heart and soul to it.
I remember many years ago when my secondary school mate, Thomas suffered from leukemia, we were all taken aback and very sad. Aunty Vicky is Thomas' mother, and she will ferry him to and fro from school, and also to the hospital. Aunty Vicky was Thomas' pillar of strength and support. When we attended his wake, we saw how devastated and tired Aunty Vicky was. However, instead of us comforting her, Aunty Vicky came over to our table, and thank us for being his school mates and for making his last days happy and fulfiling. To me, that was a moment etched into my memory to have witnessed a mother's love so great as hers.
When I was young I love playing at the local cannel. I thought I was a strong swimmer but I was wrong. The rain became heavier and heavier and I was swept away. Luckily my neighbor uncle happened to be around, saw me I trouble and dived into the water and saved me.
When I shifted house I need someone strong and able to control the movers. I called the helping hands and realized they were ex convicts . They did such a great job that it's was just so inspiring. Why does it matter if someone is an ex convict? I wish more people can give more opportunities to them.
I was late for my flight, which was at 1pm. It was already 12.30pm and I had to rush to the airport. Frantically waiting with my luggage at the void deck, I tried to find a cab. After several minutes, a cab finally appeared in my sight, and I dashed towards it as fast as I could. To my horror, it was called by someone else. Just when I thought all hopes were lost, the cab stopped and the person came out, gesturing me to help me with my luggage. He was actually giving me a ride to the airport as he could see I was in a rush. I was touched by his actions and I could not be luckier to meet people like these in Singapore.