Uncle from Punggol. When I saw him, he was like the happy person I've met. He was smiling to everyone and make a thumbs up sign like seems everything are okay. Uncle was a stoked patient and his half  body  is like a lifeless thing attached to his own extremities.

I've found him cool and kind. When we're about to leave at The hospital, he was crying while talking to one of the nurses there because he thinks that no one there will want to see him, that was cute hahaha. Uncle bit disoriented sometimes and confused but most of the time he was alert and responsive. 

He had 4 childrens and I see them as a united family. And I witnessed also how they are concerned to their parents and How they loved them. His daughter "Charlene" I like her because I know how she love his father and I saw it when she's  talking, cuddling and touching him  They're like cartoons and they are very funny.  Auntie also is a funny person that's why I'm shocked when her daughter tells me that auntie was a schizophrenic and uncle had depression before. Now there was no traced of being like them before and now they are okay. I asked Charlene how she managed that situation since she was living with them alone because all of his brothers are been married and living with their own family. She was like a wonder woman taking care of her parents while she also needs to work. It was like a big challenge for her the past 2 years when the time her mom got a mental ill and her dad has a suicide attempt. And that times she also wants to break down because everything are her responsibilities now. How tough it is right?! 

I admired those people who taking care their parents when they are old enough. You know here in Singapore eventually when they get married they want to have their own house and their parents will be alone at home or they send them on a nursing homes. The family ties here is somehow not that strong.  But us Pilipinos, we can shout all over the world that we have strong family ties. And that's one of our traits that we're proud of.

when we went in Malaysia, that was my first step in Malaysia :D

I spent 12 days for this service, 12 hours per day. You know how boring it was. Like most of my time I was sleeping but of course after my duties for uncle.

Uncle is a Muslim and the rest of his family. And my perception about Muslim is bad. They face of terrorism and war. And I know I don't have any rights to judge anyone of them or any religious sect and also these people as well. But because of the news and all of the violence involving these particular religious groups it makes me believe that they were bad and disease in our society. But you know what, when I was there in their home, I've never felt any discrimination or any bad treatment from them. They're nice and friendly like a typical family. They talked so nice, asked me for my needs and make me at home.  

They cooked curry puffs and that was so nice, I like the most is the potato curry puff and sardines are so spicy for me, but it also taste good. And his son lend me a book written by Jodi Picoult "the pact" and I enjoyed it, the story was sad and the most melancholic story that I've read so far.  And auntie always brings chicken rice for me when they went outside. I like the most is when I talked to his daughter, his daughter was a bit mentally challenge but it was a long time ago. We talked a lot when we have spare time and of course, uncle, he's very nice to me like when he sees me feeling sleepy, he told me to go sleep and don't worry about him :) 

Now I've learned to don't judge people unless I know them but although we know them, people do things bad because they need to or they don't have choices instead let's understand each other. Every one of us are different and that difference makes us unique but that uniqueness isn't excuse to judge anyone.