A Momentous Corn
When i was a kid, Saturday afternoons were always spent having piano lessons at Yamaha at Marine Parade. And i hated it. I always felt i couldn't play as well as kor-kor and the girl with long curly hair. I always felt i didn't practice enough. I was always worried the teacher wouldn't be pleased with me.
So piano lessons always gave me stressed-induced stomach aches, even before i started primary school. (and there i was, wondering why
kids cry over math questions . Hypocrite!!)
It didn't help that i was very susceptible to motion sickness, and the journey from Realty Park to Parkway Parade was quite a torture for me.
So Saturdays tended to be a stressful time for little YanYan.
Saturdays weren't ALL bad though. We had a few happier family rituals. Like going to McDonald's, going to Toys R'Us, and eating buttery corn-on-the-cob from Parkway Parade.
But one day, the car-sickness plus piano-lessons-stress proved too much for me - i took a whiff of the buttery corn and i puked big time.
Ever since then, for at least 25 years, i have not had corn. (popcorn not counted)
Until this afternoon.
I was having lunch with Glory, and she was going "Commm, commm, commm" She had already finished one serving of corn and she wanted more. Now, she has been having corn almost everyday, and sometimes twice a day. And
still she was asking for more.
Pure, unadulterated desire. That's always the best advertisement.
So i simply had to try.
i plucked up my courage and reached for the corn.
"I'm going to eat the corn!" I told Florencia, perhaps hoping she would hold my hand to give me moral support or something.
"Glory eats a lot of corn," she told me matter-of-factly, oblivious to the battle that's raging inside my head.
I looked to Glory for support, but she's already attacking her corn with gusto.
I'm facing a 25 years old phobia and that's all the support i get?
I half wanted to call my daddy but decided against it. He might have company and what would they think! A thirty year old woman calling her daddy in the middle of a work day reporting that she's gonna eat corn? That'd be strange.
I stared at the corn. The corn looked very pretty and yellow. And the kernels seemed to be saying, "We're juicy and sweet!" (No, really! Really! They did!) And their voices drowned out the lone menacing voice repeating the decades-old refrain of "Eat it and puke! Eat it and DIE!"
And then I did it. I bit into the corn.
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Well... it was okay. I didn't hear choruses of angels, i didn't start floating or swooning or anything like that.
But neither did i puke! And that's something.
HAH! I win! Liberation! Victory! Oh Yeah!
I'm gonna tell my daddy tomorrow! =)
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It's usually not with eloquence and clever arguments that people are won over.
But when you love passionately, and unabashedly show your insatiable desire and devotion, you make others want to take a bite.
That was how i came to know Jesus too! =)
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