December 2, 2013
I’ve been identified as a foodie. I can understand that. I take lots of pictures of food. But I also take lot of pictures in general.
So, for the record, I’m a Phoodie, not a Foodie. I like taking pictures of food. About half the pictures of food I have taken, I did not eat. While I enjoy food, I’m not the guy who will queue even 5 minutes for the best char kuay teow on the island.
I appreciate decent food and great service in an ambiance I appreciate. I’ll pay for that.
Interestingly, a one picture I posted years ago which garnered a lot of likes (crab linguine) was probably the most vile thing I had ever tasted. But the picture looked good.
So yeah, don’t use to my pics as an indication of what’s good.
I’m a Phoodie, not a Foodie. It’s a photograph.
(PS I’ve never read the term Phoodie. It may be a first. If it goes viral, remember, it started here first.)
November 27, 2013
It’s not often I would admit liking a rebuke. Last night, I went to a dear friends’ place for dinner. They have 3 kids who are fond of me. I usually see them a few times a year. For a variety of reasons, I apparently hadn’t been over for the whole year.
As always, it was nice to be there. Before dinner, mommy and daddy called upon the 9-year-old daughter to say a prayer before the meal. This is how the prayer went:
Dear Lord, thank you for bringing Uncle DD back after more than a year (emphasis hers, not mine). Thank you for friends and family and this meal. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Ooops. Kena whack. I promised to be a more regular visitor in 2014.
But to be honest, being scolded in prayer never felt so good. Aw.
During dinner, she asked me when I was leaving to make sure I wasn’t going to eat and run. She later on thanked me a few times for coming. Yes, I stayed until after her bedtime.
November 17, 2013
Every victory must be celebrated – no matter how tiny it is.
I learned that from my interviews with the people who work at the St. Andrew’s Autism Centre. The guys who work there have a difficult job. Their work is largely uncelebrated. I was astounded when I learned what they do and the challenges they face.
I won’t go into details. It’s not relevant. Why? It’s not because what they do is unimportant. It may be counterintuitive but their challenges are not relevant because what they do is supremely important. But the people who work there do it for the passion to serve people with autism. They do it because they are called to serve and love – not because they need to be celebrated. They celebrate each victory in their jobs because it is important to them. Each incremental victory keeps them going.
When I reflected upon that, it was a “wow” moment for me. It struck me that all of us should celebrate our victories no matter how small they are.
It was also at that moment I learned that people with autism are no different from me.
Oh yes, we are different. But no different in that I face challenges, sometimes bigger than the challenges they face. And when I have a small victory, I will celebrate. It will keep me going to finish well.
Watch this. It reminded me that the things we do may seemingly go unrecognised – not necessarily. So to the guys at St. Andrew’s Autism Centre – jia you!
November 14, 2013
If you’re given one chance, even if it comes at you from out of the blue, grab it with both hands and make it count like your life depended on it.
This guy did.
I don’t like using the word “epic” a lot. But I’m giving this guy the honour.