cyber preachers - suddenly these preachers appears from nowhere, after they thot that they have made it to the other side. they forward what they consider as good advices from the internet.... spreading the good news, the good advices, the good practices, the goodies are what they think that others should know, like reminding people to feel blessed with whatever they are having, not to strive for more... like telling people how to be conscious of green efforts.....there's two sides of the internet that both as loathful, one is cyberpreaching, the other is cyberfighting. so this afternoon, marathon man was having a good time quarrelling with one so-called mister goreng pisang in one of the forums about singapore gahmen..... he has forwarded an article written by a canada angmoh on the straits times, preaching the singaporeans to be appreciative of what the gahmen has done... marathon man told goreng pisang off, scolding him ^%$#@^*qp qp db, bd, (!) (!) (!)...... we singaporeans do not need angmoh preacher.....
after the fight, he felt very depressed.... why must cyber preaching be put down with cyber fighting??? was it the only way to handle case like that? could he talk nicely and convince goreng pisang? to forget about the incident and to get his mind cleared up, though it was still raining, he headed to the tree-top walk.along the way not far from the venus road car-park, he met an angmoh family, a couple with 2 kid's; one carried on the shoulder of the father, the other in the trolley psuhed by the mother. the path was very tracherous, the terrain very rugged. they were having quite a hard time to traverse such route in the tropical jungle, with such loads. raining in the rain forest made the surroundings very fresh and cooling, though. birds still chirping sparingly in the forest, monkeys still swinging from branch to branch, small streams and drain were filled with moving water. drops of water dripping down from leaves, branches, and tweeks onto marathon man's body, cooling off his heated self instantly. he met another jogger heading to tree top walk.
he arrived in tree top walk entrance at 4.40pm. when he landed his first step onto the hanging bridge - the feet felt the soft bouncing of the span, though he could not see the movement of suspension hanging wires. at one point of the bridge, he could see that he was surrounded by all trees whichever angle he looked to, no sign of civilization, like buildings, constructions, or any man-made structures except the bridge. walking further on to the mid span, he could see the macritchie reservoir, further on, he saw some high-rise buildings towards the north. he spent sometime relishing the scene around him, abovehim and under him and touching the leaves of some tall trees that were within his reach. he stepped out of the bridge before 5pm.
he met a yound couple at the exit, eating their fast-food dinner. imagine, it's a nice place to make out when nobody is going to come by. after 5, the one-way bridge closes, they could bring the sheet, and cleaning liquid, condums.... and it's a perfect place for an outrageuos rendervouz.
descending the countless step, and boadwalk, needed extra care, as his soles were worn out falt. slipperiness made him slow down his steps to walking pace. he stopped by to read the info-boards.... passing by jelutong tower, heading onto golf link boardwalk, very curious to see people still playing golf under the rain, also curious how it felt to look into the golf course from the outside.
he arrived at the uphill dirt path, where the steps were higher in size after all these years of pounding by the countless foot-steps from the joggers and walkers. the he came to another section of boardwalk, punctuated by short dirt paths. then into the short-distance jungle path before arricving at the dike, which opened for people to walk. he went down to the new pavilion where a fast food and drink stall sold drinks and some fast food, and washroom facilities were very neatly laid out. there was big news on the opening of these new facilities on the newspapers and tv just the other day. though he was not that impressed by what he saw on these upgrades, macricthie is still his refuge whenever he needs somewhere to purify his worn-out soul.
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