Every night I head out of work thinking "what do I want for dinner tonight?" usually in the same spot underground towards the subway. Somehow I find great delight in this nightly thought for many reasons: 1) I really like food, a lot a lot, 2) food options in singapore is great and cheap, 3) gives me something to think about and plan for the night. But above all, it makes me feel blessed, blessed that I have the luxury of thought and execution. Luxury and the freedom to eat virtually anything I want - except for a nice chile relleno (mexican food). However, this happy thought doesn't come without a price. As I think of how blessed I am, I can't help but think about the peeps I know on the skidrow, in kenya, uganda and peeps I don' know in parts of the world that go hungry at night. I have always known that the issue of poverty has never been about the lack of resources but the distribution of them. Few hoarding much. Not to oversimplify the problem but it's true. There is enough resources in the world for everyone to eat well. Take any country in africa as an example. Contrary to popular belief, most countries there are rich in natural resources and yet it is known for it poverty (among others issues). A lot has to do with corruption and again, inequality of wealth distribution. It may seem that I am secretly arguing for socialism. Maybe so if that is what it means. All I know is that it doesn't have to be this way. so I get lost in important thoughts like this often and I try not to just keep it there... just in my thoughts that is.

on a happier note, i have no midnight calls. my first night off this week and tomorrow is friday - oh joy, but then again... weekends are not what it use to be.