Ramen and sushi

"Life is like sushi on a pikachu conveyer belt"

"They wait and wait till somebody pick them up and end their misery"

It ponders in my mind after the statement came in. Then I wonder to myself, what if the sushi nevers get pick?
Will they throw it away or they will be back tomorrow.....

"probably be sold later in a pasar malam later, in a dirt cheap price....."

Does it really matter? Well I thought to myself again. Are we all born into this world to be "picked up" or do we actually pave our own existence. Is our existence so meek and fragile that we can compare ourselve to a hand rolled of rice covered with a thin piece of green vegetation from the sea that has already seen its share, which ... excuse me, sun scorched baked and machined sliced? Then a shadowy figure appears!!!

"your wakayama ramen sir?"

"thanks"

Hmmm slurp...... is our life like a bowl of soup with condiments to compliments, the texture and flavour. Is this life?

Must life be filling and full of oddity and stock. Can life be both simple and yet exciting? Hmm.... i'll never know till I finish the bowl can I?

Slurp... ah.....
To be continued