sorry....

keranji park is not a very developed park. there's small patches of greens for people to roam, and two sides of the road that forms the dyke have chair for people to sit down and enjoy the jb view, or the reservoir view. the kranji reservoir sits tranquility on the northern part of singapore, with the people coming here to take it all in, the sunrise the sunset, the sea the wetland and the open sky.

marathon man bot a can of beer and a glass of thick home-made barley, mixed them up with alot of ice..... seeping the concoction in the seafood eating shop next to the park, after his hour-long jog around the area. memories of the past began to float into his mind.... the years of innocence and spontaneity, the peak of youthful joy..... and the encounter of The Sorrows of Young Werther ..... he moved on..... like many other things in life, he had to choose not to stop living because he did not get what he wanted.

after so many years, she said sorry.....although nobody was in the wrong, that sorry did mean something for him. for at least she did not forget him.

the sun set over the wetlands..... shades of fiery colors in the sky making the trees a silhouette gently swaying with the wind. the tide moved in...... some foreign workers were busy picking up some sort of shell-fish, cum swimming in the twilight sea.


the moon rose, it was a full moon, the sky was very clear. as the eating shop became more crowded, marathon man has finished seeping his barley-beer and his mind running out of memories to reminisce..... he had to call it a day, and a part of his life.