It’s a far cry from my constant complaints of being broke. Because when I say such, it only means I can’t take a taxi going to work or buy the bag I’ve been hawking on for the last few weeks.


When they say so, it means not being able to eat for the day or go to school because there isn’t enough money for transportation.


I’m new at this and any attempts to preach would only be hypocrisy. But a good friend once told me that sometimes it isn’t a matter of finding the answers but asking the right questions.


Maybe it’s about time to start asking.


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Thank you to my Tsinelas companions, Insoy, Chowa for bringing in the supplies and the USC Tsinelas Chapter for bringing in the fun and dedication.


Thank you to those who showed their generosity and instant support for our cause. We’ve fitted them for their uniforms already, which wouldn’t have been possible without your help.


To Jerr, Peter, Heini, Cherie, Maris, Nang Tin, Clarice, Gale, Sarah, Miss Jax, Miss Yum and Sir Alex, Thank you so much! Having people like you makes me believe in the innate goodness in man.


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For the next week, we're hoping to raise enough resources for more uniforms, shoes and school fees.


When we ask for assistance, it isn’t just money we’re asking for but a recognition that the problem really does exist.


Please do not hesitate to contact me if you want to join or assist the cause. Believe me when I say that whatever you're willing to give will go such a long way.


Salamat kaayo. Para sa mga kaoban natong Cebuano.


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