I had another steamboat at my small uncle's house today for lunch. This time, however, the steamboat was held on a smaller scale. We had a lao hei before we ate and my aunt who had already attended six other lao hei was more than experienced to do a proper lao hei by saying the appropriate Cantonese words as each ingredient was added to the pile of vegetables.
Valentine's day is coming and I will be spending it with a bunch of guys. Nothing much I can do about it, since I am stuck in camp. I remembered that when I was still in NJ, valentine's day was friendship week. Then, my classmates exchanged Hershey''s kisses and cookies. Of course, some had more than chocolates and cookies. I also remembered when my secondary two Literature teacher, Mrs. Nath wanted us to pen down our thoughts on what love is especially since valentine's day was approaching, I wrote with much conviction that "Love is a drug." It threw her off...just a little bit I guess.
Well, since I don't have a valentine, I guess, valentine's day would just be another passing day for me...
Recently, I received several similar messages from my classmates and friends from NJ. Apparently, Mrs Che, a biology teacher from NJ has been diagnosed with leukemia and requires either B+ or O+ blood. As I received more of such messages from my friends, it reminded me of something that I came across from Tuesdays with Morrie.
"Have you really ever had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine? If you are lucky enough to find your way to such teachers, you will always find your way back. Sometimes it is only in your head. Sometimes it is right alongside their beds. "
"A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops." Henry Adams
--to my friends, have a sweet and lovely valentine's day.
