Feb 17, 2009 15:24
On Valentines day, I went to Crowne Plaza Hotel at Terminal 3 for dinner. My client and her fiance invited me for the "dish-tasting" (no other way to translate it ah). So the two of them, me and another friend conspired to consume food priced to the tune of
460 dollars.
I must say the process was far more fascinating and satisfying than the outcome.
Sunday was interesting in that I kinda sat in with the Sec Ones. There is a sense of achievement watching Swordfeesh and its subsidaries (lol) go about leading. I hope they really grow to love the kids.
I realise I know so many different people from different backgrounds. I end up absorbing a bit of what they represent and at the end of the day, I don't really know who I am anymore. I was a heartland neighbourhood kid in every sense of the word. I was bought by conservative parents who would never have anticipated their son ever becoming a Christian.
My parents grew up in poverty. To them, every single cent is precious. And above all, the most important thing is self-preservation. It's ok to give to others, but only after taking care of yourself and your family. Sometimes I wonder if radical love isn't so radical after all. Perhaps the more we learn about our faith, the more we realise its many conditions.
My parents don't talk much about feelings. To them, feelings are a luxury. When you're hungry, you have no choice but to find some work and earn a living. You cannot feel that you don't like the job. When you're really hungry, you will eat most things placed in front of you. You cannot say you don't feel like eating carrots or broccoli.
The world keeps changing. But sometimes after all that change, everything is still the same.
I'm not going to be the same. I will change for the better because I know I must even if I don't feel like it
Seth