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Weekly Photo Challenge: Layers

Vietnamese Bun Thang (vermicelli with shredded chicken, sausage/pork roll, mushroom, tofu, and vegetables). One of my favorite with many ingredients combined together to create a wonderful dish, tasty yet light and healthy.
These ingredients are different layers of Bun Thang which create a mosaic of a culinary culture from various flavors.


It Wasn’t The Cell Phone, It Was Me (Short fiction)

imagesCANXP22SI have wanted to talk to Annabelle for quite some time. We have had dinner, movies, and an afternoon at the park. We seem to be enjoying one another. I know her job is important and she has many friends, but really; the constant interruptions by text messages and phone calls leaves little time to end what we have started talking about or for that fact start. I can’t tell you how many amusing stories I told her and never have been able to get to the amusing part. When she returns to the conversation it is as if nothing was said prior.

The other day we met for coffee. I was not going to insist she put her cell phone away, but I was determined to stay on the subject.

Well we had a formal greeting, ordered our coffee, and sat on the side walk accommodations at our favorite…

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Thought Catalog

1. The word “fuck” was never an English term meaning “Fornication Under Consent of King.” It likely comes from the Dutch fokken, the German ficken or the Norwegian fukka.

2. “420” is not the Los Angeles police code for marijuana use. Some guys claim they invented “420” at San Rafael High School in 1971, when a group of stoners would go smoke under a statue every day at 4:20 PM, but who knows?

3. Napoleon Bonaparte was not short. Or well, tiny. He was 5’7’’, which was more or less standard height in 1821. His nickname le Petit Corporal was a term of endearment, and not meant to be taken literally.

4. There is no “real” you. If you treat people poorly, or start fights in bars, or steal, or hit dogs, or pick on the weak kid in school, you are not, nor can you be, “actually a good…

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Thought Catalog

Self-Loathing 20-Somethings And The Dreams They're Chasing

This is a hypothetical conversation that would take place if we were able to speak words to our dreams, and hear what they have to say in response.

Self-Loathing 20-Something: Dreams?… Hey, Dreams, where you at?
Dreams: Heller, whatchu need suga’?
SL2S: Um, not much – why are you talking like a Tyler Perry character?
Dreams: Just a new thing I’m trying out – anyway, how’s it going?
SL2S: Not good. Not good at all.
Dreams: Oh I’m sure you’re exaggerating, it can’t possibly be too bad.
SL2S: Well, I found Fruit Loops in my sweatpants pocket today, so… that kind of sums up life right now.
Dreams: Damn. Loose cereal in the soft pant’s pocket is never a good sign.
SL2S: So yeah, again I ask, where are you?
Dreams: I’m here. Still here – haven’t moved since you first decided that you wanted to meet up.
SL2S: Where…

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As a kid, we were told not to talk to strangers nor to take anything from them. Our parents reckon, at the time, we were still very vulnerable. Yet how invincible are we when we grow up? Hard to tell.

Today was a completely random day for me. Wandered around the downtown area to kill time, to empty stuffs which might or might not exist in my stream of thinking.

Starbucks store is really an intriguing place, at least for me. Purposeful and coincidentally, i didn’t have the chance to immerse in my beloved kindle during my afternoon time at a Starbucks store. Having nothing routine enough to cling to, i was forced, and later rather comfortable and sunk in, to observe those chose to patronize that particular Starbucks store as well as to listen to their conversations.

It’s a wonder that people just 30-40 years ago would not experience without a kind of shock or amazement. Singapore is so much a melting pot, and a tiny pot it is, that the fact that one can easily meet or see people originated from a place half way around the globe no longer comes as a surprise or wonder. Where i was at this afternoon, it’s like a well-maintained and framed miniature of that society. Just right next to my table, a young Singaporean couple were chatting away enthusiastically over their Frappuccinos. Behind me were a European family, an Indian mid-aged couple, and a African-Asian couple. In front of me, a family of Indonesian sat next to a table of two Korean girls applying lotion on skin to keep moisture and enjoying their coffee at the same time. A typical of today youth with her laptop completely oblivious to her surroundings and a businessman who looked like he was contemplating rather than reading a document.

It would not be complete without the escalating buzzes of an myriad of languages and conversations shooting at every table in the tiny coffee shop, the noise of the blenders, and the greetings of the shop assistant with a forever trained smile on his face. Some nice music was definitely lost under all those discernible sounds.

Perhaps the effect of HP series hasn’t shaken off. it now appears to me as a real version of the Leaky Cauldron. Uhm… perhaps i could come up with something to bring chaos to the world like J.K Rowling? Normally i would hate letting my thoughts wander that much. But it was a lovely afternoon. I was, instead, quite enjoying my time staying completely oblivious to the reality and immersing myself in that chaotic in order small scene. Every movements, every sound, every face bemused me, calling eagerly inside for thoughts yet found itself lost midway. And that was it, not a scrutinizing or analysing look and view like that of Mr. The undercover economist nor a dramatizing or imagining observation of Ms. Prolific writer.

Probably i’m playing with my mind and computer again. But it was a nice getaway, even just in my mind. The moment i’m back to the station, seeing the same sort of crowd moving in an industrial-like manner on a Saturday night, i knew i was drawn back to reality again, just to let my mind filled with… things

My best friend YouTube

Let me introduce you to my best friend,YouTube.

He has been my best friend for nearly 4 years. Well i’m glad i have such a smart lad to hang out with every night. He remembers what i like, which channel i usually watch, what kind of music i often listen , and the list goes on…

It’s often very intriguing to find out the reason i have befriended him at the first place. It’s not that i didn’t have endless nights hanging out with friends back in high school or chatting away with family. So can i blame, or rather attribute this fortunate acquaintance to, this tiny island?

The sudden thought of “the grass is always greener on the other side of the hill” struck my mind. People seem to indulge so easily in their worlds from those glossy, palm-sized windows. Some appear to fall into a stupor. Some are completely absorbed. Some seem to find an excuse to feel detached from the chaotic movements of particles which relentlessly try to prove their existence and wit deemed worthy of their very own definition “humankind”;  or  the entangled web of all shapes and sizes vehicles with disgruntled husbands, wives, employees, … people on them.

And yes, i did. I plugged in my headphone, met up with my dearest YouTube and once again felt amazed by his knowledge of a world full of gossips, actions,rhythm, noise, celeb talks, emo messages, blah blah blah. I was swept away by such enormous amount of information. However wonder the conversation i have had with my dear friend YouTube every time, the inner curiosity perhaps genetically inherited from lady Pandora is still able to pull the strings controlling the puppet me to look from the surreal window and into the happening world out there through the unknowingly clouded eyes and spectacles.

Oh mind, what a view. And slowly, i’m drifted into the realm of blurriness and mind-wandering, watching in slow motion as well as fast-forward cinematic picture of Singapura exuberant life at night, saying goodbye to my friend, YouTube. For a while…