a sweet.Friday, November 24, 2006
I am sick of the food that I had to eat these days. While people dine on appetising/stimulating [stomach] home cooked food, served in piping hot condition, which forces one to lust for more, I'm "enjoying" my typical "Neighbourhood Food". If I'm not mistaken, I once remember a certain cartoon hero said that," there's a limit to everything and there's a boundary to tolerance that should never be trepassed." And this pile of bullshit " Neighbourhood Food" has culminated into a unbearable spire, making it worse than the whole of HC food added together. Enough is enough, and it's time to set things right! So I took out the underused wok that stood hidden in the kitchen and whipped out a sumptuous feast of pineapple rice with pork rib soup-just kidding. I just took more efforts to travel further to buy something new.
On this MRT journey to Admiralty to buy my dinner (apparently one stop from Sembawang, where I live), I noticed this lovely cute girl being carried by her mum. Out of the blue, as if some sort of fear just held her in a vice-like grip, she suddenly wailed and attempted to wriggle out of the embrace of her mum. She gave it all she had, the desperate flinging of arms, enthusiastic kicking of legs, and of course twisting her hips-but in vain. One of the commuters, obviously tormented by the psychological stress generated by her high-pitch cries, restlessly approached the little girl, with hands outstreched and fingers clutching a MENTOS mint sweet. [Hey, I accept Paypal Donations.] The sweet was obviously tempting and at that moment, one trickle of saliva can be seen trailing down the corners of her lips. The young girl, at her age, clearly has no willpower to resist such a generous offer, thus glady snatching the mint, and quickly putting it into her mouth, less it gets "stolen away". Then the wailing came no more, as the little girl slowly savour her precious victory.
As I reflected upon that incident, I realised that everyone has a similarity as that of the little girl. We all need something sweet to motivate us to achieve greater heights. We all need some rewards to congratulate ourselves if we did something good, and certainly we all need sweet memories of the past to inspire ourselves in the future. Such sweet rewards, motivations, or memories would not just walk up to us and say "hi", but like the little girl, we must stretch out our hands and reach for it.
If the little girl didn't reach out for it, she wouldn't get to enjoy the benefits of that sweet. If we didn't or wouldn't reach out, then we would never know the good things that are being offered.
