Random thought:

"Buddha jumps over the wall", in my opinion, is by far the BEST name that any dish can have. The name of the dish is itself a complete and grammatically correct sentence. Being the name of a dish, this makes it a proper noun too. This leads to interesting possible constructions of garden-path sentences such as:

"The Buddha jumps over the wall tastes good."

"I like Buddha jumps over the wall."

Seriously, how cool is it to have the name of a dish being a complete sentence? What's more, this complete sentence tells you nothing about the dish, which makes its name all the more cool.

Supposedly the name of the dish is meant to imply that the dish, which contains meat, is so good that even Buddha himself, an advocate of vegetarianism (if there's such a word), would jump over the wall to eat it. Good thing though that Buddha is mortal, otherwise that would constitute as blasphemy.

Perhaps the name of the dish itself pokes fun at Buddhism. The name does make sense, since Buddha doesn't have special powers, so he could only jump over a wall. But what if the one whom one wishes to suan has some powers? Let's see...

Moses parts the wall.
Jesus rebukes the wall.
Muhammad flies over the wall.
Xenu H-bombs the wall.
Xun Zi punishes the wall.
Lao Zi becomes one with the wall.
Mencius nurtures the wall.
Shiva destroys the wall.
Vishnu creates an opening in the wall.
Brahma... preserves his status of hunger.

I'm off for England tomorrow, not sure if I'll have internet access. Blog may die.

Random thoughts.

Hindsight bias: "I knew I loved you before I met you."

And the perfect retort: "Don't say you love me, you don't even know me."

Ok old joke.

The weather, in my opinion, has been PERFECT recently. Sunny and Windy at the same time! Sunlight supposedly has an anti-depression effect, and being able to keep cool in the blazing sun is just wonderful. Maybe it is the effect of PSLE Science on me, but it always reminds me that it's a good day to take out the laundry (despite the fact that I don't do housework).

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I've discovered the ultimate IM act-cute expression:

squee~ *dies*

I wonder if people with Prosopagnosia(inablility to recognize faces) can judge beauty. Could they be the "disinterested observers" that Kant seek?

Angst ahead. Be forewarned.
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I don't want to be a bad person. I try not to appear like one. But I could just end up not appearing like a bad person. I still have bad thoughts, and bad thoughts are punished by bad feelings.

Why do I deserve bad feelings? I have tried hard to be good. But it seems like there is more to being a good person than acting like one. Good people have good thoughts, that's why they behave well, right?

I have bad thoughts, and I am punished by bad feelings, but I have tried to be good!

Why do good people deserve to feel good? They are born this way. It so happens that good thoughts are what they think. They become good people, and they feel good. Not fair! I want to be a good person too! I want to have good thoughts like a good person, so that I don't need to try hard act like a good person, and still be good. I want to be a self that is good.

But changing the self is as foreign a concept as death. It seems like it is impossible to become a good person with good thoughts, since I am already a bad person with bad thoughts. Whether I act like a good person or a bad person, I will still be punished by my bad thoughts. Why do I still act like a good person, then?

Because doing bad things will make me feel even worse than thinking bad things. If I act like a good person, I will only be punished by bad feelings due to bad thoughts; if I act like a bad person, I would be punished for both my bad thoughts and bad action.

I don't feel good even if I act like a good person, because I don't have good thoughts like they do. But at least I don't feel worse than I currently do. Maybe if I do more good, they become a habit, then I don't have to listen to be bad thoughts and be punished by them so much.

I don't know who are the good people. But if I meet one, I won't know if he or she is a good person or not. His or her good intentions and thoughts will surely be doubted by my bad, cynical self. And my bad thoughts and actions will surely be interpreted as those having good purposes and good intentions.

In my world, I can't find good people. In their world, they can't find bad people. I am a bad person, and I feel sad for other bad people, because they are punished for their bad thoughts, and I don't think it's their fault. The good people, on the other hand, are glad that everyone is good, because they are rewarded for having good thoughts, and they don't have to work for it.

I want to be a good person. But I don't know how.
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Two incidences involving little kids.

When I was at Metro, I saw two boys, around the age of 5, playing on a chair. Then, a man came by and pushed a pram with a boy in it, and the boy looked like he was 4 years old. One of the boys playing on the chair pointed at the pram, and shouted, "Baby! Baby!" The other boy on the chair turned around, and also pointed at the boy in the pram, shouting, "Baby!"

I chuckled to myself, "50 bu4 xiao4 100 bu4."

The boy in the pram turned and just looked at those two boys. The man appeared embarrassed, and he explained to me, "He's not a baby, he's just lazy to walk." Then, the man pushed the pram along the aisle, and I heard him say, "They called you a baby. Why? It's because you are sitting in the pram. You are already so old..."(cannot hear) Then, he pushed the pram back to where the two boys were, and again, the two boys pointed at him and again shouted, "Baby! Baby!" It appeared that this time, the boy in the pram understood that he was being insulted by them, and he climbed out of his pram, walked up to them, and GLARED at them. Boy, did he look furious! The boys who called him "Baby" stopped immediately, and went behind the chair, staring at that boy. That boy continued glaring at them. This stalemate ended when the man held the boy's hand and walked away.

Really, that scene is priceless.

Today, I sat next to a little girl, about 4 years old. She smiled at me! Goodness. It brought joy to me.