Saturday Of The Week
Finally! I have some time to write about the FUNTASTIC weekend!
Wait.
What I meant to type was fantastic. Shucks I'm too caught up with the McDonald's commercial where the models persistently use the word - 'funtastic', to advertise some rice burgers or something. You know the interesting thing about the word FUN? It - besides being the english word for enjoyable - is the warped translation of the mandarin 'rice'?
*distant silence*
Hey I didn't just type a whole paragraph of nonsense, it's actually partially related to my weekend. Which I would further elaborate sooooon. (Haha, Esther you must be laughing now)
Awesome service during saturday. It was about respecting and forgiving your parents, so that you could live long and prosper.
You know, sometimes without realising it, your parents change you? As in they transform your personality. I'm serious. You might not know it, but if you think about it really closely... all the times you quarrell, interact, laugh, bicker, and argue with them, you're just doing it on another ordinary human being. And we all change and shape our character through interaction with ordinary human beings.
Not to mention, you probably communicate with your parents more times in your youth than anyone else. We mature our character and personalities from young, through interaction. So add the two up, and you'll get where I'm heading.
Soooo... let's put what I've just said into an example. Everytime you get angry at your Mom or Dad, you're probably changing yourself to become hot-tempered whenever you get nagged at - by anyone else.
Everytime you try to be patient when your Mom tells you to go downstairs to get char kuey tiao for her, you're probably changing yourself to become more obedient to any superiors you meet later on in life.
You get what I'm trying to say?
Well, that church service made me realise that. And it made me realise how extremely escalated they must've felt when they first saw me. And how I've let them down time and time again by being mean towards them.
It's amazing how when you put yourselves in the shoes of someone else - especially your parents, you can imagine how much they LOVE you. How much they adored you when you were young and came to them crying, or how much they wanted to make you feel safe when you were 5 and you got frightened by something. All these emotions they felt, are so real, yet we never understood them and their ways, and we always whine about how they don't give us enough.
So after church, the cellies went to go eat. As usual it was Yong Jin, Ray, Liane, Esther, Cheryl and myself. And we talked alot about primary school life, that intensified into secondary school life. Funny things that happened during our times in school and such.. lol. And we went so Hiiiigghhh! It was hilarious.
So there was this specific stall that sold Mui FUN and Hor FUN. And it was written in English translation on their signboard. I've never came across a stall that labels their mui fun and hor fun in English. When you see a stall that sells fried rice, seafood etc etc. they would definitely sell mui fun and hor fun too, it's a chinese stereotypical way of hawkering. So what's the point of putting it up? Well anyway it was kinda weird, so I made fun of the FUNs in the menu. And say they are FUN food to eat! Literally!
I know how sometimes I can become excessively lame.
:P