Lunch was beef noodle at Amara food court...been a long time. Behind the layer of cloudy steam....pink-cheeked lady was polite and patient, serving customer by customer with a warm smile and a gentle voice. She didnt seem like she belonged there. I asked for more sesame oil and she poured a sauce plate of it for me...unusual. Notwithstanding the amount of s.o. she gave, the world will be a better place with more polite people like her around.

Had another good lunch...todays' topics were Gerald's experience of the 3rd kind in his own bathroom (he put himself on repeat mode apparently) and poking fun at Amy's 'lil gestures and liners she used ever so often subconsciously....and yup, subconscious is good most times coz it presents the truest of oneself.