korean food and tang yuan

Met up with D for dinner last night, and though I'm generally not a fan of Korean food, this beef and generic vegetable steamboat/hot shallow pot thing was quite good. Might end up being a convert. For anyone interested, the place is called Woo Jung, and it's at Tottenham Court Road, next to the bus station, underneath this big ass ugly building called Centrepoint (no, not the beige lego block on orchard road).

Went back to his cool pad, where N kindly offered to make us tang yuan, these starchy dough balls stuffed with various kinds of paste and boiled in syrup. All in all, quite a decent night, consumed loads of dead animal flesh, and good conversation.

We might start a bible study at his place on monday night. Think it's a great idea. A lot about christian living is fellowship. I never used to think much of it, seeing as all people tend to do is disappoint you, but recently, I've come round to the idea. It's all to do with accountability. We tend to lead our own lives, the way we want to, with our secret sins and skeletons in the closet. And even with the "fellowship" at church, there's no pressing need to share our lives with the people we meet on a superficial level once a week.

But what W said is right, who we end up turning into, is a function of the company we keep, and the books we read. And having friends that you can feel comfortable enough to be accountable to is more in important that it initially appears. To shake you out of your complacent, comfortable existence. Or even to rebuke you when it's deserved. Running the race together, it's easier to run in the right lane, than going solo.