Before they found Neo

In his left hand, Morpheus shows a blue pill. Morpheus said: "You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. (a red pill is shown in his other hand) You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes." Then he placed the pills on the table in front of him.

Neon looked at the pills, clearly undecided. "You are saying," Neon began, "that if I take the pill on the right, you will show me the truth of the Matrix..."

"Right", said Morpheus.

"...and I will wake up as though nothing happened if I take the left pill."

"Right."

"Now it's the right pill?" probed Neon.

"Wait, what? No, I mean it's correct. It's the left pill."

"So if I take the blue pill, I will know the truth of the matter?" Neon asked again.

"No no, if you take the blue pill, you will wake up tomorrow as though nothing happened. Oh wait, I see. Your right is my left, my left is your right."

Neon paused a while. "So I take the red pill on the left,"

"Right. I mean, correct." said Morpheus.

"...I will know the truth of the Matrix..."

"Right," said Morpheus again. Neon nods slowly.

"...but if I take the blue pill on the left..."

"No, the blue pill is on the right," interjected Morpheus.

"...I will wake up tomorrow as though nothing happened."

"Yes."

"Blue pill for truth..."

"No, red!"

"Okay, red pill for not waking up tomorrow?"

"No no! It's for waking up tomorrow as though nothing happened, not for not waking up."

"So the red pill is for waking up tomorrow?"

"Yes! Argh, I mean, No! Blue pill is for not waking up tomorrow!"

"So it's like a sleeping pill?"

"What?"

"The red pill is. Right?"

"No! No wait, left... right. Oh yes, you are correct, it's your right."

Neon sat up suddenly, a decisive light shining in his eyes. "Right, I want the right pill." And suiting his words, he reached for it.

"Wait. Stop." Morpheus began, his voice rising in his haste. "Are you sure you got it correct? Wait..... no... wait! Aww fu*k!"

Food

Suddenly have the craving for MeeHun Kuay at the Jurong West market, and for a Subway sandwich, tuckey slices with mustard sauce and olives. The latter, I know where to get, but the former, is probably beyond my reach. Just like the prawn noodles stall at BoonLay I have enjoyed when I was really young; both stalls are gone now, moved to goodness knows where.

I can almost imagine the thick and aromatic smell of the prawn noodles soup--almost imagine because that's all I remember of it; it's been so long that it is impossible for me to "almost smell" it, only "almost imagine" it. I can still almost taste the Meehun Kuay at the Jurong West market however, since it's just been a year since I had a bowl.

Which reminds me of a bowl of meepok I had many years back, at dunno where. It was really spicy, but it was so good that even the spiciness seems essential to the taste. I've only eaten it once, but the memory of it remained with me so far. I doubt I'll ever get to eat it again, since I have forgotten where it was located. Besides, the stall owner was an old man, and no one lasts forever.

Then there was the roti prata, with its incredibly strong curry, spicy yet not overpowering, and the crispy prata itself. I had that once only too, but the stall is still there i think. I don't remember where it is either, but I know I had it at a drive-around supper thingy with my friends--they will know where if I ask.

I wonder, though, if these food would be so special if they weren't so out of my reach now.