About 3 or 4 years ago, there was a stall that sold Hand-made noodles(手工面) near the Choa Chu Kang Bus Interchange, which I regular eat from. Almost daily without fail I would order dumpling noodles, and eat it with chilli sauce. One day, after eating there for like 10 times and she can recognise me already, the lady boss told me that the dumplings are traditionally eaten with vinegar and ginger. I tried it once, and I got addicted. After that, she'll always give me vinegar and ginger, while she gives other people chilli, since that's what they usually want anyway. Sadly, the stall is no longer there.

However, some time later (like, 1 or 2 years later), there is this stall other near to the Choa Chu Kang Bus Interchange that also sells Hand-made noodles(手工面), and I would order the dumpling noodles. Without fail, the waitress(can tell she's from China) would serve me the dumpling noodles together with a saucer of chilli sauce to my table. However, I still prefer to eat dumplings with vinegar, and I'll walk back from the table to the stall to get a saucer of vinegar, pouring a black liquid from a red jar into a saucer. And without fail, she'll turn to me quickly and say an a surprised tone, "那是醋啊!" (That's vinegar!). I would always reply, "对啊!"(That's right!) and walk back to my table with a saucer of black vinegar. It kinda made me wonder that perhaps, the dumpling with vinegar and ginger thingy isn't really a "traditional" thing after all. But heck, I just like eating it with vinegar anyway, traditional or not.

Sometimes I wish that the waitress would recognise me, and just give me the vinegar instead of chilli, or at least not look so surprised when I pour myself a saucer of vinegar. I always feel a tinge of guilt when I waste the perfectly good saucer of chilli. But today, when I ordered dumpling noodles, she gave me vinegar and ginger instead of chilli sauce! Pleasantly surprised, I couldn't help but show a wide grin, and she returned with what seemed to me the most sincere smile that I've seen from her.

Man, that really made my day.

Oh my!

There's no "I" who can force myself to do something; the parts that makes me want or not want to do something are just different parts of me. What with "fighting spirit" to overcome the odds and the external influences! I have not fully realised the implications of a soulless self. I'm gonna take a while to get used to it.

Can I know the right path and want to take it?


Ah crap, I'm getting existential all over again.

Somehow, happy songs don't sound the same when you are sad.

Still, "You are a Pirate(Lazytown)" is a pretty darned jolly song!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFzylCng2Zc

Random:

If Sophia is a philosopher, is she also a narcissist?

"I knew I loved you before I met you;
I have been travelling faster than light"

So...I...won't...he...si...tate...no...more...
no...more...it...can...not...wait...
I'm...sure...~!

"In my world, there would a big fan that would blow away the dust, so that they sky would alway be blue."

"In MY world, I would be piloting a huge robot that can destroy everything with missiles and shoots laser beams, so that the factories producing pollution would not be able to pollute anymore."

Anyway, the Horlicks song is getting better. It used to be just reciting how much nutrition it contains. Now it's about growing up healthy so as to fulfil the kids' ambitions! Pretty nice.

Random stuff:

"Which is the part that you don't understand?" is not the same as "Which part of this do you not understand?"

When you see a Youtube video that is rated 3 stars, but you think it deserves 4 stars, would you rate it 4 stars (to chip in your vote) or 5 stars (so that it receives 4-star rating)?

A series of random thoughts.

Ring, Ring! Hello, General Lee speaking?

Our robots are going to fight your robots. Our robots are strong. Our robots will defeat your robots.

If a bunch of surgeons refuse to perform an operation, do you call it a surgical strike?

"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck would chuck wood?" You stumped me.

"A rhombus is a rectangle that a bitch would draw."

"Some say it's a promethium tip, others say it's a tritium tip. Nevermind, we'll call it the pritium tip."

I just had like the weirdest dream last night. But because there is no way for you to know if I really dreamt it, I could have just made it up and you won't know. And my brain probably made some stuff up so that everything appears to make sense.

In the world that I was in, I was just a normal working class guy who only reads news when everyone starts talking about something. In that world, world war 2 didn't happen. Capitalism and communist coexisted in different countries peacefully, and both systems were successful in their own ways. No nukes were ever launched, and there was widespread use of nuclear power everywhere. (This was the context, not the things that I had witnessed, but the things I assume to be true and obvious all these while.) One day, a dirty bomb was set off in some country. It shouldn't have be a very big issue, but it was realised that there was a lot of radioactive waste that went missing. (I read these on the news) So far nothing exciting happened to me. I read about all those things on the news.

It gets really weird here. Somehow, around this time, my friend realised that she can create a portal that allows you to teleport people somewhere else, but she can't teleport herself. With some practice, she could teleport more and more people, and she published videos of herself doing this onto the web. As she got more internet fame, she received a letter from the military (I'm not sure if singapore, or any of the countries as we now know existed in that world, but it was the local armed forces.) that invited her to some ulu place, but told her not to post this on the net. Excited that she has a chance to serve the country, she promptly went, but I went with her because it's such an ulu place.

(Can't remember how we got there.) Escorted by uniformed personnel, we entered this room deep in the building that seems really well secured. An important looking guy (I couldn't recognise ranks, because I had never served in the armed forces before), along with a few other less-important-looking guys came in, and seemed really interested in her ability. He asked her to demonstrate her ability, and which she cheerfully did so, teleporting the less-important-looking guys around the room.

After a few demonstrations, she got really tired. At this point, the important-looking-guy admitted that they had already known that people with her abilities exist, but they had always managed to control them before they managed to publicise this. Nobody in the world is supposed to know that such abilities exist, and they had always been planning to use these people to assist the special forces in infiltration ops. They also had intelligence that the agency responsible for the dirty bomb is actually a well organised terrorist group, and they have assessed that they are capable of crippling nations if they have the ability to teleport people. As the terrorists know where the organised armies are, but not the other way round, the existence of the teleportation ability is a far greater advantage for the terrorists than for the armed forces. As such, the armed forces is trying to round up all the people with this ability, and kill them to prevent the terrorists from having the chance to make use of them. So, in the room well secured by military personnel, my friend and I braced for imminent doom.

And I woke up, feeling very confused.

My purpose of life: To matter to those who matter to me most.