I dont usually blog about charity work I did for fearing of vanity (kwang kwang), but this event has got a lot of happenings to be shared that I am risking being vain here.
The event meant was the "Wishes Come True". It's roughly the same with the previous one-
Adopt A Child programme; sans ridiculous wishes, well got some, but luckily there's a cap on amount you should spent.

On da way there.. Cantik cekak, boleh pinjam?
My daughter (like yo yo jer daughter, beli 3 barang dah boleh consider daughter) came from the Rainbow house. There are 6 of them in a family. There's Jacklyn (12), Joshua(11), Jeremiah(10), Jonathan(9), Janet(8) and Bel Bel (Jasbele - 6) Singh. A productive parents I should say. Nonetheless, they're all very adorable especially bel bel. And that comes from a guy who doesnt like children to begin with.
Just like 90% of the kids that nite, they are not orphan. Just underprivileged, well except for Gvrpvri Foundation kids. The Gvrpvri's have they our luxury bus, and some wore branded items which, even myself couldnt afford it.

Sekadar gambar hiasan.
From the picture on the board, Janet looked chubby, therefore when I first saw her, I was surprised (not to mention I bought the wrong size).

At first, it was a little bit awkward for me, to let my guards down (to show compassion) let alone towards the children. To the point she even got close to the other's kid 'parent'.
Dont rely on the committee though. They just dumped you with those children and expected you to be kind to them.
Only after im comfortable enough I did open up bit by bit. And boy, what a chatterbox she is!

And the best part is, she called me 'kor-kor' (means brother... not father or pakcik). Kor-kor this, kor-kor that, even introduced me to her siblings "This is my Kor Kor, he's so nice!"

Badut pemalas. Instead of irritating others, they just took a nap.
After some dinner and exercise (bhagra dance), we bid farewell....

Unsure when will I see them again.

Nurrul with one of her kids.
Some observation made during that nite:
1. The malay kids were introvert (in a negative way). They wont mingle around, they dont speak, when you asked them question, they acted like 'tuli' (dumb).
2. The juviniles (12 yrs and above) were tarts and ingrate. Luckily didnt sponsored any. Ask CT, she had one. heh heh.
3. Some were outcast. They looked trauma and gave a hard time to the 'parent'. Cant blame them, they had rough childhood.
4. Some sponsors just bought the presents and never showed up. As if its not bad enough for the kids to be abandoned by their own biological parents, they were abonded again that nite, watching in tears as others were having a blast with their sponsors.
5. None of the management group sponsored. The one who did claimed business expense. Cheap!