Saturday, December 6, 2014

Tea Talk Sundown run for LOVE


A group of us Singaporean working in Hanoi decided to do a run to raise awareness of the work at Tea Talk CoRE Community. 

How you can participate?
1) Join us for the run.
2) Challenge your friend to donate a total of 1 million VND to support your run.
3) If you are unable to run, you can make a financial contribution and challenge your friends to give too.


All collected funds is for the development of Center for Counseling, Research and Empowering Communities (CoRE).  Sponsorship in all forms are welcomed; drop by at Tea Talk Café & Bakery or make a transfer to CoRE Community official bank account:

How to donate?
Vietnam
Bank name: Maritime Bank, Thanh Xuân branch
Account number: 037 01 01 000470 7 
Code: MCOBVNVXXXX       
Add: 190 Nguyễn Tuân, Thanh Xuân, Hà Nội     
Bank name account: Trung tâm Tham vấn, Nghiên cứu và Phát triển cộng đồng

USA
Click Here
Make sure you designate to Tea Talk CoRE

Singapore
Contact Michael Ong

Make sure to leave your name and email so a receipt of your donation will be issued to you.

Date: 19th December (Friday)
Starting time: 4 pm 
Meeting point: Ngo 612 Lac Long Quan (Near the two dragon sculptures)
Running route: 10 km (half way point is at Tu Hoa)



Thursday, October 2, 2014

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A friend that sticks closer than a brother.

Friends.  We all need friends.   Some friends are good.  Some are bad.  Some comes and goes like a breeze.  Some comes because they saw something I have but they don't.  Then they go because they discover that I don't have it either.  Others came and went away after getting what they needed. But I have a friend who sticks closer that a brother.  A friend who stayed knowing that I do not have much to offer.  A friend who stood in the gap when other fails.  A friend who stayed when others went away.  My friend in William Tan.  A friend indeed. My good old friend.  I am the good friend and he is the old one.

My good old friend William is on the right.  
On 3rd September, William celebrate his birthday.  I would like to wish him today because I want to be the first to wish him.  Well, you don't know William.  He does not want praises.  He hides behind doing good but appears like a bad guy in front of others.   He stood up for me when others misjudged me. He took the blame for my wrong. He serves when everyone is asleep.  Driving me and my family countless times to the airport in the wee hours of the morning.  He gave sacrificially, not wanting recognition.  He stayed in wake with me when my eldest brother Steven pass away. He visited my parents on my behalf when I am too far way.  He visited my dad in the hospital when I am still on the plane rushing home to visit my dad.  He gave me advice when I am down.  He puts across the truth in the most simple way.  He has no air about himself.  He may hate my for writing this blog to honor him.  But again, William is so forgiving. I sit here at my apartment in Vietnam thinking.  Wow, what a blessing it is for me to have a friend like him. Happy Birthday, my dear friend.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Everyone needs someone to listen to them

I become a para-counselor at Tea Talk CoRE Community as I joined the Let’s Talk program by chance.  At first, I simply wanted to experience something interesting and new compared to other activities I took part in. The idea that I could be able to learn about counseling and to practice made me feel excited. But soon enough, I realized that the work is not that easy like it might seem. Being a para-counselor requires many skills and knowledge, which I think that there’s still a long way for me to go if I wish to become one. 

When I finished the course, it was time for me to start putting into practice. I felt quite nervous and stressful as the thought that I was not ready and qualified to be a para-counselor stucked in my mind. But the mentors of ‘Let’s talk’ project, namely Mr. Michael, Ms Trang and Mrs Rhiana, did help me a lot, and then I overcame my worries as I started with my very first case. 

My first so-called client is a girl who is a student in my university. She read my suggestion on my facebook account that I was trying to be a para-counselor and if there was anyone who want to try having a talk, they could contact me. So eventually she sent me a message via facebook, asked if whether we could arrange a meeting or not. Subsequently we met up a few days later at Tea Talk café.
   
Her problem is that there is no one who is actually willing to listen to her story or can understand what she has to face. For 3 hours, we talked and discussed about her story. In the end of the chat chat time, I asked how she felt after our talk. She smiled while saying that it was a big help. And at that moment, I finally understood how meaningful my work was. I don’t know if I really did anything, but I know that she felt comfortable and relaxed because finally there was someone willing to listen to her story and try to help. So I started thinking that maybe sometimes the main point is about not about solving the problem, but about sharing the story, empathizing with your client’s feelings, and more than that, being there when they need you most. With that thought, although that was just my first step but I feel I can do this, to reach out for people in need. The Lets Talk program has gave me the chance simple to do that.

Quynh Anh
Tea Talker
Para Counselor


Sunday, May 11, 2014

妈妈,어머니, mẹ ơi, mum, ibu, mom, お母さん

Not everyone can have a car, nor everyone an iphone. But each of us has a MUM.  No matter how you turn those 3 letters around, mum will always be mum.  These are the 3 most powerful letters besides GOD.  

My mum is 76 this year and she is still as strong as ever.  At least in my mind, she never aged a bit.   Yap Soh Tin, my mum, was born in Singapore in the year 1938.  But her identification card says she was born in China.  My mum never knew her actual date of birth, just her year of birth.  She remembered, however, based on the Chinese lunar calendar, that she was born on the 4th day of the Chinese New Year.  

Mum never really went to school. The year 1950, at a tender age of 12, mum had to work to put bread on the table.  Or in the Asian context, I should say “to put rice on the table” as bread wasn’t the stable food in those days. My mum did the dishes, cleaned houses, and cooked for her siblings. My mum made pennies doing household chores for others.  But little by little, my grandmother was able to use the money my mum made to buy a television. To afford a television in the 50s, one would be considered rich.  
That is how hard my mum worked, yet she had no share of every cent she earned. My mum only envied her younger siblings enjoying the novelty of a new television. But my mum had to clean again.  Clothes to wash and iron.  Iron that used hot coal to heat up the plates.  That was my mum’s childhood.  A parentified child at the age of 12. My grandfather used opium and was practically not able to provide for the family. 

Growing up, I remembered my mum trying to make extra income by cleaning factories and people’s houses. I also remembered how my sister Mary and I had to help with the delivery of clothes that my mum helped to iron.  My mum worked hard. Very hard.

I recall vividly how my mum will ask the children to collect disposed detergent bottles.  We, the children will collect the disposed bottles home, washed it and fill it half with water and half with bleach.  Little did we the children realized that we were helping my mum to cheat.  Selling diluted detergent as concentrated detergent.  But that was how my mum knew to put food on the table.  With her hands, my mum successfully raised 7 children.  Today, she has 17 grandchildren and 1 great granddaughter.

Mum, you are the greatest.  Thanks for showing us what it means to love; love sacrificially. 

The love of a mum for the family.