Home Creation was a blast in several ways. It was a blast that sent a splitting headache, the alarm begging for me to be awake at 7 in the morning (I know 7 isn't exactly the middle of dawn) and it was on a Saturday. That detonated the bomb on my Saturday morning, usually reserved for recuperation of fatigue and exhaustion accumulated along the week. But the biggest blast came as a shock; an eye-opener and yet a sudden realization. All these while, the scout headquarters have been deploying scouts on Jobweek, "advocating" the need to "nurture and breed" scouts of "high moral standards" and to "inculcate tenacity though sheer labor". That's the facade; the truth, they just need financial assistance and rather than embezzlement or money laundering, what better way than to employ child labor while preserving their authority.

Blasphemy or not, let's hypothetically assume those are the actual motives of Jobweek. Behind-the-scenes, scouts frantically search for prime locations or "goldmines" in a bid to win the unspoken competition aroused by Jobweek. In such attempts to find affluent locations, we unknowingly shun the poor and avoid the needy. And the homeland we envision in our heads is one filled with rich and ridiculously generous individuals who will fling their wealth at us, straight into the "green card".

Which leaves those lonely citizens waiting inside their one-room flats for a visitor. Each day, they anticipate eagerly for a knock on their door; perhaps a delivery of food/supplies, or even the sound of good news. But every March Holidays, they spend a Christmas without Jingle Bells, they spend Chinese New Year without red packets, and they spend each day without a genuine visitor.

And what Home Creation has taught me, be it our own hard labor or those shadowed instances where other gracious individuals come down each week to dutifully hand over rations and supplies to the needy, is that the greater your predicament, the greater your resilience and fortitude.

We set out hoping to convert their "shabby pigsty" into an immaculate home. We aimed to do so with love.

But the disabled wheelchair-bound lady who kindly rejected our services because she "could manage" touched us. And that was the love we were searching for.