obscession

jog from queensway, along the lokang parallel to commonwealth road, into stirling road, meet a chinese lady carrying a baby with her mother who carries a floating tube. she asks marathon man, "may i know where's the swimming pool?"

"i 'm sorry, i don't know. i don't live here."

there's a man approaching, i said, "ask him, he may know.... hello, you know where's the swimming pool?"

"there. go straight..turn.."

come to queens the 40-story condo. very nice. go into angora close, some landed houses. go into sherpherd's dr, barbaury walk, merino cresent, a pleasantly surprise find of a mossel of landed housing estate, with both sides of the road planted heavily with trees and palms, within a realm of tranquility that likens to a cul-desac surroundings.

the mrt line is not far away, but you would not hear the noises from the wheels brushing against the rails. then he goes into alexander road, stops over in dawson place, a small mall, with an ntuc supermart and some common shops. he takes a leak in the loo, continues on from dawosn road to margaret drive, then down to tangling road. before he can decide where to head to, the sky opens up, and he has to dash to the nearest bus-stop to take shelter....

the pouring rain sweeps across the road, blowing up dusts and debris from the road, bringing in a gust of warm and moist air. marathon man sweats, the lady beside him is obviously affected by his sweaty look and scent. she says, "you, sweat alot, very good."

"i'm just too hot a person to handle."

"no sweat for me... i am a hot gal myself. when i look at hot stuff, my juice will flow, like you would sweat."

"ah... so you are. can i have your number?"

"well, i didn't mean what you think i meant."

"what actually you meant, then?"

"i know, you thot i meant that i'm an outgoing kind of sarong party gal..... do i look one?"

"ah... at least you sound one."

"oh... you mean the way i am talking to you, a stranger?"

"well... you should know better."

"ok. i agree i'm a loose mouth. but not loose in conduct. in fact when i said i'm a hot gal, i just meant i like spicy hot stuff...."

"then why juice flowing?"

"salivating lah. where's your mind into?"

"hmmm.... i must be too obscessed into that thing."

"well.... i don't blame you. which man wouldn't when a well-build lady stranger like myself takes the lead to talk to him?"

"tell me, you think life is some kind of an obscession? like some men, like myself obscessed with beautiful ladies.... you obscessed with hot spicy stuff?"

"i don't know frankly. i am not obscessed with knowing what life is all about. i only know spicy hot stuff gives me a kick. that's all i need out of my life."