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*At chili's last thursday noon eating with my mother. Having glimpses of the tv, watching sports people. And suddenly, my train of thought ran "Those are the faces of passion. I hope to do something and be so passionate that it doesn't matter if it hurts." Then I looked at the crew of chili's  and thought "Those are the faces (albeit smiling) of labor. And apparently, right now, my face is that of labor. But I hope not for long."