Not saying anything at all

Is sometimes worse than being blunt.

Destiny

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

Excerpt from As a Man Thinks by James Allen

Let a man radically alter his thoughts, and he will be astonished at the rapid transformation it will effect in the material conditions of his life.


Men imagine that thought can be kept secret, but it cannot; it rapidly crystallizes into habit, and habit solidifies into circumstance. Bestial thoughts crystallize into habits of drunkenness and sensuality, which solidify into circumstances of destitution and disease: impure thoughts of every kind crystallize into enervating and confusing habits, which solidify into distracting and adverse circumstances: thoughts of fear, doubt, and indecision crystallize into weak, unmanly, and irresolute habits, which solidify into circumstances of failure, indigence, and slavish dependence: lazy thoughts crystallize into habits of uncleanliness and dishonesty, which solidify into circumstances of foulness and beggary: hateful and condemnatory thoughts crystallize into habits of accusation and violence, which solidify into circumstances of injury and persecution: selfish thoughts of all kinds crystallize into habits of self-seeking, which solidify into circumstances more or less distressing.


On the other hand, beautiful thoughts of all kinds crystallize into habits of grace and kindliness, which solidify into genial and sunny circumstances: pure thoughts crystallize into habits of temperance and self-control, which solidify into circumstances of repose and peace: thoughts of courage, self-reliance, and decision crystallize into manly habits, which solidify into circumstances of success, plenty, and freedom: energetic thoughts crystallize into habits of cleanliness and industry, which solidify into circumstances of pleasantness: gentle and forgiving thoughts crystallize into habits of gentleness, which solidify into protective and preservative circumstances: loving and unselfish thoughts crystallize into habits of self-forgetfulness for others, which solidify into circumstances of sure and abiding prosperity and true riches.


A particular train of thought persisted in, be it good or bad, cannot fail to produce its results on the character and circumstances. A man cannot directly choose his circumstances, but he can choose his thoughts, and so indirectly, yet surely, shape his circumstances.

Circle

The next worst thing to things getting worse, is getting stuck.
Well, technically the longer we're stuck, the harder it is to get out of it. So in that sense, things are getting worse.

I thought I moved forward. But then, I regressed.

Now I NEED to move forward again. Hopefully by two steps. Or at least 1.5, or maybe 1.1 steps.

On side note, I hate performing terribly in exams despite what I thought was full preparation for it. Luckily, it's a redeemable exam.

Now press on towards taking 1.1 steps forward!

Evidence of self-absorption?

To not matter to those who mattered.

This thought itself could be counted as yet another evidence.

1 Corinthians 13

¹ If I speak in the tongues^[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. ² If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. ³ If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,^[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.

⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰ but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. ¹¹ When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. ¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

¹³ And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Reminiscent of kamikaze

BBC News - Japan pensioners volunteer to tackle nuclear crisis

Whoa. I'm not sure about how the logic works: that older people are less likely to be affected by the radiation. Regardless of age, they'll have a higher likelihood of getting cancer / dying earlier for sure.
Nonetheless,
salute their selflessness.

This post was trivially edited to correct the totally-fail grammar.

Studying is boring

But it is a privilege too.

Make the most of it.

Turn to who?

When all around,
there's no people to turn to,

turning to just one
and just that one
is enough.

For at the right time,
when asked
what is needed
what is best
is always given.

Now.
Already.
All the time.

Let us run with perseverance

"And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,
fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.

For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. "

Extract of Hebrews 12:1-2

I remember (the first part) of this saying. It was on the wall of the swimming complex in school. Very conveniently within eye view of those are running and panting, - very encouraging when we complete our routine 3 rounds of 400 m jogs ("runs", really, we cannot take longer than only 2:20 per round), or as we run the 2.4 km for the NAPFA test.

Another quote on the wall of another building in school is this:

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint

Isaiah 40:31

(:

I love my Fridays and Saturdays.
Hope to keep the same level of spirit on Tuesday-Thursday.

Etiquette for a Lady

is an amusing blog.

Here's some quotes from there.

Otherwise we become robots.
and should try to bring them up instead.
The strongest relationships have a depth that requires such sight.
When the unacceptable past or present become reasonable.

You know you're 'too nice'

when people start taking you for granted.

Grr.

That said, here's a quote:

The basic difference between being assertive and being aggressive is how our words and behavior affect the rights and well being of others. - Sharon Anthony Bower

The Missing Piece Meets Big O

Short comic - click on the pic to follow the link.

(:

"On Work" by Kent Nerburn

jcwy: Something to think about.

I often hear people say, "I have to find myself." What they really mean is, I have to make myself." Life is an endlessly creative experience, and we are making ourselves every moment by every decision we make. That is why the work you choose for yourself is so crucial to your sense of value and well-being.

No matter how much you might believe that your work is nothing more than what you do to make money, your work makes you who you are, because it is where you put your time. I remember several years ago when I was intent upon building my reputation as a sculptor. I took a job driving a cab, because, as I told people, "I want some job that I will never confuse with a profession." Yet within six months, I was talking like a cab driver, thinking like a cab driver, looking at the world through the eyes of a cab driver. My anecdotes came from my job, as did my observations about life. I became embroiled in the personalities and politics of the company for which I worked and developed the habits and rhythms of life that went along with my all-night driving shift. On the days when I did not drive and instead worked on my sculpture, I still carried the consciousness of a cab driver with me. Whether I liked it or not, I was a cab driver.

This happens to anyone who takes a job. Even if you hate a job and keep a distance from it, you are defining yourself in opposition to the job by resisting it. By giving the job your time, you are giving it your consciousness. And it will, in turn, fill your life with the reality that it presents.

Many people ignore this fact. They choose a profession because it seems exciting, or because they can make a lot of money, or because it has some prestige in their minds. They commit themselves to their work, but slowly
find themselves feeling restless and empty.

The time they have to spend on their work begins to hang heavy on their hands, and soon they feel constricted and trapped. They join the legions of humanity who Thoreau said lead lives of quiet desperation - - unfulfilled, unhappy
and uncertain of what to do. Yet the lure of financial security and the fear of the unknown keep them from acting to change their lives, and their best energies are spent creating justifications for staying where they are, or inventing activities outside of work that they hope will provide them with a sense of meaning.

But these efforts can never be totally successful. We are what we do, and the more we do it, the more we become it. The only way out is to change our lives or to change our expectations for our lives. And if we lower our expectations we are killing our dreams, and a man without dreams is already half dead.

So you need to choose your work carefully. You need to look beyond the external measurements of prestige and money and glamour to see what you will be doing on a day-to-day, hour-to-hour, minute-to-minute basis to see if that is how you want to spend your time. Time may not be the way you measure the value of your work, but it is the way you experience it. What you need to do is think of work as "vocation." This word may seem stilted in its tone, but it has a wisdom within it. It comes from the Latin word for calling, which comes from the word for voice. In those meanings it touches on what work really should be. It should be something that calls to you as something you want to do, and it should be something that gives voice to who you are and what you want to say to the world.

So a true vocation calls to you to perform it and it allows our life to speak. This is very different from work, which is just an exchange of labor for money. It is even very different from a profession, which is an area of expertise
you have been sanctioned to represent. A vocation is something you feel compelled to do, or at least something that fills you with a sense of meaning. It is something you choose because of what it allows you to say with your life,
not because of the money it pays you or the way it will make you appear to others. It is, above all else, something that lets you love.

When you find a vocation, embrace it with your whole heart. Few people are so lucky. They begin their search for work with an eye to the wrong prize, so when they win, they win something of little value. They gain money or prestige, but they lose their hearts. Eventually their days become nothing more than a commodity that they exchange for money, and they begin to shrivel and die. I often think of a man I met on the streets of Cleveland. He was an assembly-line worker in an automobile plant. He said his work was so hateful that he could barely stand to get up in the morning. I asked him why he didn't quit. "I've only got thirteen more years to go to retirement," he answered. And he meant it. His life had so gotten away from him that he was willing to accept a thirteen-year death sentence for his spirit rather than give up the security it earned.

When I spoke with him I was about twenty. I was young and free; I didn't understand what he was saying at all. It seemed incomprehensible to me that a man could have become so defeated by life that he was willing to let his life die as he held it in his hands. Now I understand too well. Lured by what had seemed like big money at the time, he had chosen a job that didn't offer him any inner satisfaction. He lived a good life, rolling from paycheck to paycheck and getting the car or the boat that he had always dreamed of having. Year by year he advanced, because businesses reward perseverance. His salary went up, his options for other types of employment went down, and he settled into a routine that financed his life. He married, bought a house, had children, and grew into middle age. The job that had seemed like freedom when he was young became a deadening routine. Year by year he began to hate it. It choked him, but he had no means of escape. He needed its money to live; no job he might change to would pay him as much as he was currently making. His fear for the health and security of his family kept him from breaking free into a world where all things were possible but no things were paid for, and so he gave in. "I've only got thirteen more years to retirement" was a prisoner's way of counting the days until the job would release him and pay him for his freedom. Most people's lives are a variation on that theme.

So few take the time when they are young to explore the real meaning of the jobs they are taking or to consider the real implications of the occupations to which they are committing their lives. Some have no choice. Without money, without training, with the pressures of life building around them, they choose the best alternative that offers itself. But many others just fail to see clearly. They chase false dreams, and fall into traps they could have avoided if they had listened more closely to their hearts when choosing their life's work. But even if you listen closely to your heart, making the right choice is difficult. You can't really know what it is you want to do by thinking about it. You have to do it and see how it fits. You have to let the work take you over until it becomes you and you become it; then you have to decide whether to embrace it or abandon it. And few have the courage to abandon something that defines their security and prosperity.

Yet there is no reason why a person cannot have two, three or more careers in the course of a life. There is no reason why a person can't abandon a job that does not fit anymore and strike out into the unknown for something that lies closer to the heart. There is risk, there is loss, and there likely will be deprivation. If you have allowed your job to define your sense of self-worth, there may even be a crisis of identity. But no amount of security is worth the suffering of a life lived chained to a routine that has killed all your dreams.

You must never forget that to those who hire you, your labor is a commodity. You are paid because you provide a service that is useful. If the service you provide is no longer needed, it doesn't matter how honorable, how diligent, how committed you have been in your work. If what you can contribute is no longer needed, you are no longer needed and you will be let go. Even if you've committed your life to the job, you are, at heart, a part of the commercial exchange, and you are valuable only so long as you are a significant contributor to that commercial exchange. It's nothing personal; it's just the nature of economic transaction. So it does not pay to tie yourself to a job that kills your love of life. The job will abandon you if it has to. You can abandon the job if you have to.

The man I met in Cleveland may have been laid off the year before he was due to retire. He may have lost his pension because of a legal detail he never knew existed. He may have died on the assembly line while waiting to put a bolt in a fender. I once had a professor who dreamed of being a concert pianist. Fearing the possibility of failure, he went into academics where the work was secure and the money was predictable.

One day, when I was talking to him about my unhappiness in my graduate studies, he walked over and sat down at his piano. He played a beautiful glissando and then, abruptly, stopped.

"Do what is in your heart," he said. "I really only wanted to be a concert pianist. Now I spend every day wondering how good I might have been." Don't let this be your epitaph at the end of your working life. Find out what it is that burns in your heart and do it. Choose a vocation, not a job, and you will be at peace. Take a job instead of finding a vocation, and eventually you will find yourself saying, "I've only got thirteen more years to retirement," or "I spend every day wondering how good I might have been."

We all owe ourselves better than that.

By Kent Nerburn

Saved

Today, my head was saved by my helmet. I was cycling a bit fast. As I turned in at a junction, I was surprised to see another cyclist coming in the opposite direction. So I further slowed down and turned at the same time, and heard the cracking of leaves as my bike wheels crushed lots of dried leaves on the ground.

Next thing I know, I was lying sideways on the ground. And I got up rather quickly. My head felt slightly dizzy, and I realized that my head, protected by my helmet, (thank God I obeyed the Australian safety rules) had hit the ground. With the helmet on, the bump on the floor felt like one of those hard (accidental) hits on the wall / under the table.

The helmet was only lightly scratched.
Thankfully, this place is so cold, so I was wearing my long jeans and hoodie, so I didn't get scratches, just an abrasion on the knee.

So today, my helmet saved me. Could've gotten a concussion without it.
I'm so going to ALWAYS wear the helmet from now on, especially this autumn when there's so much leaves.

--

I was saved on Good Friday.
My soul is also saved, thanks to what made Good Friday, Good Friday.

Now everyone can be an astronomer

A cluster of stars appear in a small portion of Kepler's full field of view of the Milky Way
NASA / Ames / JPL-Caltech

Read about Hunting for Planets from the Comfort of Your Own Home from the TIME Magazine.
Or jump straight in at PlanetHunters.org!

Now everyone can be an astronomer! (:


As long as they don't have midterms due soon. :\

Mid-Teaching Break Thoughts

1.
The investment trading project is so very annoying.
The January effect and the size effect doesn't seem to show in the ASX data!
We're back to square one. Awesome.
And I don't quite get the lecturer's explanations. Argh. Oh wellz.

2.
Lots of work to do besides the above.
Lots of midsems to prepare for.
Clearly, it is a teaching break, not a study break.

3.
haih. if only blogger has a feature like wordpress, that features password protected posts in public blogs.

4.
this holiday has been pretty good.

5.
The river is flowing.

Time to Grow Up

Indah water is coming!

Peace

by Dana

Growing fat

On Wednesday, there was an easter outreach. I had 5 chocolatey muffins and 3 easter egg chocolates.

On Friday, I had no mood to cook lunch so I had some a custard tart and a muffin in the civic. Then there was the Chinese dinner with the seniors. There were like a lot of dishes: chicken soup, vegetable, sweet sour pork, braised lamb, crispy chicken with skin, tofu, and a vege+meehun-like thing. Was really full. And was really happy to get that much of Chinese food at an ok price of 17 dollars.

Then on Saturday, there was a malaysians' picnic day. We had chicken rendang with rice, and chocolates and snacks. And later in the evening, we had caramel tart (as a birthday cake thing) and hot cross buns and bacon with bread.

And on Sunday, I ate the chocolates that were given free on Saturday while studying: Turkish Delight, Snickers, some crispy chocolate thing. And then there was pot luck dinner. A huge amount of baked rice (made with the white pasta sauce) and vege and fish and green bean soup.
And then at night there was free hot chocolate/tea/coffee (i only had hot choc) as well as tim tams.

I am so overloaded with high-fat food.

I don't think the twice a week exercise is enough.
Must abstain from free food!

Or wake up early on another weekday for exercise.

Quote: Difficulties

Difficulties are things that show a person what they are.
Epictetus

Read more: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/e/epictetus.html#ixzz1HVbquSKU

10 words you need to stop misspelling

Just had to save this link. haha.

10 words you need to stop misspelling
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling

Essay Completion Happiness

I'm soooo satisfied that I'm done with the essay. I think it is of at least decent quality given that I've put in at least 18 hours into it.

First essay, and research-like work done in a long time.
Hopefully it is better than the last one.

Now I've to get back to school work.

Cow Milk

So here in Australia, milk is really cheap.
The price of the cheapest meal here (half-foot Subway) is like AUD3.50.
The price of the cheapest meal in Msia is probably something like roti telur which is about MYR 2.00?

The price of the milk here is AUD2.00/2L to AUD2.30/1L = AUD1.00 - 2.30 per litre == MYR3-6.30
The price of milk in Msia is MYR7.00-9.00 per litre.

And so, I've been eating cereal frequently. Because it's a cheap and nice breakfast.

However, after reading this, and recollecting my aunt's advice against drinking milk, I think I'll buy less milk.

Yeah, drinking hormones with the milk isn't a good thing.

Wear your ACS

I didn't see anyone wearing it. :(

However, apparently some wore an ACS tie, which probably wouldn't be noticeable from afar.
And I found out a fellow resident in my hall went to the same church as me for two years. Haha.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'll be flying to the furthest place I've been in 10+ years.
It's a bit exciting, but not too much.

I've met most friends I wanted to meet already. There's still two I wanted to meet but did not. But it's okay. Through these friendly gatherings, I confirmed what I thought was true, that I wasn't very close to them, or at least, was no longer able to berbual-bual happily with them. It's sad, but life's like that I suppose. I'm happy that a few of the rapports are still quite alright or better.

There was a silent moment during a meet-up, as I pondered in silence about what was said. And I guess looked at my friend, who went "awkward moment". Then it became from quiet moment to awkward moment. - It was a bit funny for it wasn't really awkward. Can't there be more conversations where there's some silence in between? But I guess playing a game that affords those silent moments would make my friend feel less awkward. Haha.

Anyway, home is good. I think I enjoyed home enough this break. Three pariah dogs definitely took a nice portion of it. ;)

Hoping to enjoy tomorrow and the days ahead, with as much diligence and discipline as I had in sec 4, or more. After all, as Julia Child said, it takes discipline to have fun. And hard routines become easy after a while.

Oh! I just realized I forgot to post dinner recipes here.
Ah. But I still remember them, so it's ok. Otherwise, I'll ask a friend. At worst, I'll check youtube. Heh.

Nitez.

Men's and Women's Brains

Hahaha. A friend just shared this youtube video. It's good for defending that men's brains aren't better than women's, and vice versa.





If you, like me, do not have good internet connection / cannot load videos, i found this page for the deaf that has the funny script (video is still better as he explains with his funny tone).

Seal-Dog

My dog, the one in my display pic, just gave me an-almost-heart-attack this evening.

When I arrived home, as usual, I see Tom Tom and Timothy eagerly waiting for the gate to open their path to adventure in the wonderland that is my neighbourhood. They never quite understood that my mom thinks it's not safe to wander about with proper human company (you have to keep alert for potential snatchthefts! vans!) or by them-tiny-selves (they don't know how to watch out for traffic!) in Selangor.

So I parked the car outside and opened the gate a TINY bit, well not that tiny since my big tummy could fit through the gap. Of course, even as I entered, the little monsters tried to exit through the gap, which I blocked with my big legs, until I got through it.

As I auto-closed the gate, still blocking the two monsters' path, suddenly Tom Tom did some lightning sliding maneuver past my legs to the gate's gap.

Here comes the heart-stopping part. The heavy-weight metal-super-strong gate could not close - it stopped short, blocked by Tom Tom's nose, and Tom Tom yelped like a seal! YES a SEAL! (Upon further research, I think he sounds like the seal pup. Click here and listen to harbor seal pup. It's so strange, it's alarming.)

I was super shocked, and pressed the gate buttons a few times, hoping there'd be no bloody cut in his nose, till the gates finally reopened.

And OFF that IDIOT Tom Tom went. It seemed like his injury wasn't that bad eh. And a neighbour who was just getting into his car asked what happened. Yeah, his awful seal-like-yelp attracted neighbours and he just ran away from the scene just like that.

Upon catching him, he totally resisted me, as usual; who likes their adventures to be interrupted? And my neighbour told me I had to pat him and reassure him I'm not going to punish him to get him to be less resistant. I knew better that his priorities are 1st to adventure, 2nd to food and only 3rd to master.

And so I had to carry this monstrosity all the way back home. I think he must be like 25 kg or something. After some checking of his gum that appeared just slightly reddish, I declare him healthy enough to skip the vet.

Moral of the story:
1. Dogs' noses/jaw/mouth are very strong.
2. I must hold the dogs upon entry, before starting the auto-close.
3. My dogs are risk-takers, except Timothy, who's clearly risk-averse.
4. Courage the cowardly dog should continue to be kept in the wet kitchen in the evening. Handling three dogs upon entry would be too much.

Rekod Nilam

Books I've already read recently:

Rick Jordan: Percy Jackson and the Olympians series:
1. The Lightning Thief

2. The Sea of Monsters

3. The Titan's Curse

4. The Battle of the Labyrinth

5. The Last Olympian [downloaded free ebook!]

6. C. S. Lewis: Till We Have Faces [downloaded free ebook! It's not available in stores anyway.]

7. Mitch Albom: Tuesdays with Morrie

Books I might read in the near future
1. C. S. Lewis: The Four Loves
2. Harper Lee: To Kill a Mockingbird
3. Mitch Albom: Have a Little Faith


**
Reflections on books read:

The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series are enjoyable to read. It's something like Harry Potter, with more sarcasm, and a lot shorter. I still think Harry Potter was more fun, simply because the stories were longer, and there was better plot build up in the Harry Potter series. Or maybe I'm biased because I read HP before watching it, rather than vice versa for Percy Jackson. Or maybe because I'm getting older and the magic/nostalgic thing isn't there with the Olympians. It's a highly recommended light-read book.

Till We Have Faces is pretty interesting but dark story, that seemed to be pagan, but isn't quite.
It is from the tale of Psyche and Cupid, that focuses on Psyche's older sister, Orual. In this book, the characters are often grey. I want to read it again, this time without withdrawing from the story at the key parts. It's a very highly recommended book, as a book that is pretty easy to read, yet heavy, passionate, and dark.

Tuesdays with Morrie is the popular book about Tuesday meetings between a student and a dying teacher. It's a good read full of the old man's ideas, which you can ponder for its truth. Morrie really focuses on being human, human affection, and empathy. It's a good book for living while imagining the dying moments ahead of time, and thinking about how you'd live, given all that.


Edited on 25 Jan 2011

Are you happy

Malaysia Budget Quiz

As I took a better look at the Singapore Budget Quiz (for which MOF collaborated with my NUS Economics Society)...

I thought that it will be awesome if there's a Malaysia Budget Quiz, to raise awareness about how our budget is worked out among the youth / Malaysians in general.

Hmm. It just needs a group of people to make it work.

Letting the puzzle fit by removing a strange piece

I'm kinda happy I left that group which I stuck around for too long.
There wasn't really a place for a stranger like me.

Seeing their recent pics, the group looks sooo right, now.

Hard- vs hardly-work

"Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty... I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well."

- Theodore Roosevelt

At the same time, it's also desirable to just marry rich man's son, or even better, don't bother marrying a rich man's son, just lead a simple life that requires little money (if you know how to stop comparing financial wealth with everyone you meet). And laze and sloth.

But the first is more noble.
Anything worth doing is often not easy, and is often more fruitful and satisfying.

In any case, aren't we not to envy? But I think Theodore more likely meant 'admired'.

Mee Hoon Koay

Ok. Since I'm going to live in a self-catered hall in Australia, I've got to learn how to cook my favourite foods.

The first that came to mind was mee hoon koay. ANd before I forget how to cook it. I'll record it here.
So. To cook for for lunch + dinner / for two people :

Part One: Prepare flour
1. Beat up 1 egg
2. Add this beat up egg to 6 spoons of wheat flour.
3. Mix mix mix. Add a bit of water, mix mix mix. Too sticky? Add a bit of flour. Mix mix mix until it's right (Lazy to describe what is right, but it looks like how it looks like when the mi hun ke aunty tears it apart on top of the pot)
4. Now keep it in the fridge temporarily.

Part Two: Prepare the rest
1. Stir fry some garlic (chopped to small pieces preferred) with oil.
2. Add one and a half bowls of water (if cooking for one)
3. Add in the meat(chicken?) / yong tao fu stuff.
Recommended to add in: anchovies (yum - can add in after frying also), some concentrated chicken stock, cooking wine, fish balls, dumplings, fish, whatever lah

Part Three: Adding in the flour (The most time consuming one :( )
1. Now take out the flour from the fridge.
2. Flatten and tear the flour to pieces like the usual mi hoon ke.

Part Four: Finishing steps
1. Add in vegetables (balanced meal! don't be carnivorous!)
2. Taste the soup. Add more chicken stock / soy sauce if it isn't tasty enough.

Done.


Summary of Ingredients
1. Wheat flour
2. Egg
3. Chopped garlic
4. Anchovies
5. Yong tao fu stuff, chicken
6. Vegetable
7. Cooking oil




Okay. I still haven't tried cooking dinner. That's next.