jog in dairy farm crescent, pakis road, suasa rd,chestnut drive, st joseph church - oldest church in sg(?) - big hall, and the compound very spacious. chestnut terrace, chestnut gardens, cashew crescent, cashew link, chestnut ave, to chenghua park - come up to the northface100 run water station. ask the youngster who mends the station, "how many people running?"
"27, next year you can join also. but it's going to be 200 km."
marathon man takes a cup of water, and continues his journey going thru the underpass to hillview park. he meets a group of students doing tracking with their teachers.
he remembers how he was exhilarated when his teacher brought the whole kindergarten class for outing, in the nearby hills. there he played with his class mates.... and what was more fun for the gals and boys than to study one another productive organs.... a few boys and a a few gals would find an obscure place and started lifting up their pants and skirts, and discovering the differences between their little kookoos and pokpoks.... and in doing so, taking in much pleasure.
sexuality is not influenced by the genetic factors so much as it's more exposed to the effects from the surroundings. take for example, if a boy, when he is exposed to sexual nuances from small, he will be sexually active when he's an adult, no matter how his parents sexuality levels are. that's marathon man's theory.
now that marathon man is a man, he still thinks that sex is not that sacrosanct. sex is actually like child play, should be fun and should be carried out whenever and wherever deemed fit between a couple, a group of people.... like what he used to do when he was a kid.
but alas, the world is not a children's world. in an adult world, everything is possessive. you like a gal, you compete to get her to be yours.... and then, get stuck with her. she would not want to share you with others, neither would you like to share her with others. and gal-boy relation become very strict and has to toe many rules..... you cannot show interest in a suzy, lucie and poolsy whenever and wherever you like, unlike the monkeys in the reservoir, you see the male monkeys mount on whichever females they come across.... you see dogs in heat simply satisfy themselves with whichever partners they can lay their dicks on.....
the world is wrapped in a cocoon of civilized code of ethics... for the good of the society, apparently. and that leaves a lot of voyeurism and imaginations for people like marathon man to always trying to break these codes and get the kicks out of doing it - like the ancient romans and greeks, and the french before the revolution.... they were the masters of eroticism.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
T3, expo, sunbird, seabreeze, angin laut - bipolar
bipolar disorder - for days, you are high, then boomz, you hit the clift and fall deep into the abyss of depression.
everybody has mood swings, it's like a wave, it's characterised by the amplitude and the frequency.
for marathon man the amplitude rocks thru the roof, and the frequency seems getting higher and higher theses days. the low mood is preceeded by sever insomnia, and the next day, though almost worn out from the restless nite before, still feels the rampant heartbeats, and the urge to 'cheong'(go forward).... then fear sets in, fear of losing control of oneself, fear of going crazy, fear of not going to get rest, fear of getting the michael jackson syndrome...... then only after some hectic activties like another orund of golf, another round of running about, another round of bedxercise , or diy discharge.... then real tireness sets in, and the mood goes low, and lower, until the whole being just withdraws to itself, totally, and that's the time peacefulness comes, and self control regained, amid total shackness of the body which the spirit has to endure..... and drowsiness sets in nicely, and if this happens in the sun-down hours, and no other outside disturbances or worries racks the mind, a better nite of sleep would be enough to get the engine going again.... and the cycle repeats.
one thing about this disorder, is the heart runs wild, sometimes it pulpitates, sometime it's races very fast, sometimes it just gives you the feeling that, you are in cloud nine, though you know there's no reason for that at all.... the body juices that trigger the cloud-nine feeling earlier on do not know how to turn themselves off.... you need something to let the heart take its rest - and that something is panadol... it lets the heart take a breather, though the juices may still run high.... once the heart beats settle, the juices would turn themselves off - or the other round? remember, NO HIGH ENERGY FOOD, especially sugar, or caffeine type of food, no SALT.... just plain water and plain starch and protein, not even fruits. or just take bread and water - to let the body waste into total exhaustion....
today is the day.
to get totally exhausted he go airport, take sky train from t1 to t3, quite many shops in 2nd and 3rd floor, and 4th also. take mrt to expo - electronic sales, very crowded. buy uncle choo popiah, the skin is bean-cud skin, heated up in a heater, then put turnip and blue cabbage, raw, then 4 types of sources, ketchap, green and yellow mustand,and chilli, then some chicken floss, then turnip and cabbage again, wrap, with both endd open, then cut into 6 pieces..... look good, but the bite is soggy, and no taste - a let-down.
jog in sunbird places, and jalan laut angin and seabreeze rd.... until the sun go down.... until he has paced his heart into proper rhythm...
the heart is part of a large feedback system whose dynamics are nonlinear, nonstationary, and multiscale. as mathematicians well know, even simple nonlinear rules can lead to complex behavior - what fractals do - and the rules governing the heart are hardly simple. it’s an incredibly complicated system. consequently, the healthy heartbeat is one of the most complex
signals in nature.
heart beat dictates the mood swing, or the other round, like day comes first before nite, or the other way round..... marathon man wonders. and the wondering heart always tends to move out of sync......
everybody has mood swings, it's like a wave, it's characterised by the amplitude and the frequency.
for marathon man the amplitude rocks thru the roof, and the frequency seems getting higher and higher theses days. the low mood is preceeded by sever insomnia, and the next day, though almost worn out from the restless nite before, still feels the rampant heartbeats, and the urge to 'cheong'(go forward).... then fear sets in, fear of losing control of oneself, fear of going crazy, fear of not going to get rest, fear of getting the michael jackson syndrome...... then only after some hectic activties like another orund of golf, another round of running about, another round of bedxercise , or diy discharge.... then real tireness sets in, and the mood goes low, and lower, until the whole being just withdraws to itself, totally, and that's the time peacefulness comes, and self control regained, amid total shackness of the body which the spirit has to endure..... and drowsiness sets in nicely, and if this happens in the sun-down hours, and no other outside disturbances or worries racks the mind, a better nite of sleep would be enough to get the engine going again.... and the cycle repeats.
one thing about this disorder, is the heart runs wild, sometimes it pulpitates, sometime it's races very fast, sometimes it just gives you the feeling that, you are in cloud nine, though you know there's no reason for that at all.... the body juices that trigger the cloud-nine feeling earlier on do not know how to turn themselves off.... you need something to let the heart take its rest - and that something is panadol... it lets the heart take a breather, though the juices may still run high.... once the heart beats settle, the juices would turn themselves off - or the other round? remember, NO HIGH ENERGY FOOD, especially sugar, or caffeine type of food, no SALT.... just plain water and plain starch and protein, not even fruits. or just take bread and water - to let the body waste into total exhaustion....
today is the day.
to get totally exhausted he go airport, take sky train from t1 to t3, quite many shops in 2nd and 3rd floor, and 4th also. take mrt to expo - electronic sales, very crowded. buy uncle choo popiah, the skin is bean-cud skin, heated up in a heater, then put turnip and blue cabbage, raw, then 4 types of sources, ketchap, green and yellow mustand,and chilli, then some chicken floss, then turnip and cabbage again, wrap, with both endd open, then cut into 6 pieces..... look good, but the bite is soggy, and no taste - a let-down.
jog in sunbird places, and jalan laut angin and seabreeze rd.... until the sun go down.... until he has paced his heart into proper rhythm...
the heart is part of a large feedback system whose dynamics are nonlinear, nonstationary, and multiscale. as mathematicians well know, even simple nonlinear rules can lead to complex behavior - what fractals do - and the rules governing the heart are hardly simple. it’s an incredibly complicated system. consequently, the healthy heartbeat is one of the most complex
signals in nature.
heart beat dictates the mood swing, or the other round, like day comes first before nite, or the other way round..... marathon man wonders. and the wondering heart always tends to move out of sync......
Saturday, October 24, 2009
kallang river - the singapore gardener
go st michael's church. church is small but very active, alot of filipinoes, and also locals and chinese brothers and sisters. very nice grotoes. the whole building is compact but cozy.
the surrounding streets are bit congested but nice, with landed houses in jalan manis, jln taman, st francis rd, jln semerbak and not so few new projects of condos in the area.
kallang river lies beside. jog along kallang river all the way to boon keng road, nicely surprised to see the abc water project completed in kolam ayer - turns out to be very good - kallang river has become a river again, at least for this section; the river banks are no longer concrete retainers, grass grows on the sloped banks, and water plants sprouting out from the plastic rectangular pots in the river, taller-than-human-height plants line the path next to the river.... people fishing, and sitting on chairs along the river banks, chatting, kids running about. meet an old man, not friendly. ask him what fish he caught, he says - see for yourself. meet a malay boy - 6 years old, ask him got fish or not, he says - got. big ones? yes..... where? there - they are small lohans.
river vista is near finish, a good hdb project.
and now, the gahmen is doing up the bishan park - turning the lokang into another river which would be part of the kallang river upgrading project.
all these water and park projects are good for singapore.
we can discount the gahmen for all its mediocracy in other projects and endeavors, and its unfairness in dishing out justice..... one thing marathon cannot deny is gahmen's role in gardenizing this little red hot, making it greener and wetter and more marathonable.
now we know : a gardener is worth more than 1 mm, 1pm, 2 sm's, 93 mp's.... 1000 grass-root leaders and 5 million scratching-a-living creatures!
the surrounding streets are bit congested but nice, with landed houses in jalan manis, jln taman, st francis rd, jln semerbak and not so few new projects of condos in the area.
kallang river lies beside. jog along kallang river all the way to boon keng road, nicely surprised to see the abc water project completed in kolam ayer - turns out to be very good - kallang river has become a river again, at least for this section; the river banks are no longer concrete retainers, grass grows on the sloped banks, and water plants sprouting out from the plastic rectangular pots in the river, taller-than-human-height plants line the path next to the river.... people fishing, and sitting on chairs along the river banks, chatting, kids running about. meet an old man, not friendly. ask him what fish he caught, he says - see for yourself. meet a malay boy - 6 years old, ask him got fish or not, he says - got. big ones? yes..... where? there - they are small lohans.
river vista is near finish, a good hdb project.
and now, the gahmen is doing up the bishan park - turning the lokang into another river which would be part of the kallang river upgrading project.
all these water and park projects are good for singapore.
we can discount the gahmen for all its mediocracy in other projects and endeavors, and its unfairness in dishing out justice..... one thing marathon cannot deny is gahmen's role in gardenizing this little red hot, making it greener and wetter and more marathonable.
now we know : a gardener is worth more than 1 mm, 1pm, 2 sm's, 93 mp's.... 1000 grass-root leaders and 5 million scratching-a-living creatures!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
portsdown road - freak and serendipity
freak accident happens.
this morning marathon man was squatting down to pick up an apple-seed from the kitchen floor, when he stood up there was a big impact on the back of his head.... he hit the edge of the marble counter. at once, his morning sleepiness dissipated, and his hand reached to the back of his head.... not feeling any pain. but something inside was building up. he quickly grapped a piece of table cloth, dispensed some ice-cubes from the freezer, wrapped them in the cloth and put it on the spot where it was hit. the ice stayed on the head until the coldness of it hurt at the place where it was placed.
the rest of the day, he sustained the injury with not much of any obvious outter sign, but who knows what would happen later on.
anyway, he set out to do what he's supposed to do - he started his jogging from fusionopolis, the turqois building with a middle-eastern facade that houses the a-star hq. he went up nepal park, where he found all houses were under renovation, nearly completed, but un-occupied. he checked out biopolis. the place was a modern design in layout, other than the functional buildings, there were boutiqued plaza's and playground for the people working here, and some mid-rise housing blocks, newly completed.... he entered the food court in matrix block, to use the loo. he went on to woking road, whitchurch road where the colonial buildings stood without alterations, and without any recent touch-ups. some of these building were not occupied, esp near the railway. he passed by colbar - he met a couple taking wedding pictures, he moved closer to them.... and was surprised to find out that they were the same couple that he met in changi coastal boardwalk. he made a wave to the couple.... "hi.... how's the shooting going?"
"going fine.... we meet again. what a co-incident. you jog everywhere?" the man said.
"ya.... and for me to meet the same strangers in different places is really some thing that's against great odds."
"just like how i met my future wife.... i am an avid jogger myself, and like you i put my feet all over singapore. and one time i was been confronted by a loose dog from a terrace house with its gate open. just when the dog was about to sink its teeth into me, a lady came out and stopped its advance. and lo and behold, that was my future wife...."
he left the couple and continued to jln hang jebat. the place seemed familiar to marathon man, as he was sure that he did come here before, but it baffled his memory that he was here at any time before. probably it was because of the new portsdown ave cutting this area into 2 , confusing his sense of orientation. he strutted across the railway to an empty, abandoned field, the one he always sees when driving along queensway near mei chin rd. now finally he was stepping on it, and it was like a dream come true - it's dream-like, but this dream was not something that glamorous or romantic, or that meant a lot. nevertheless a dream it had been... it's just something you always wanted to find out what's it like if you are there.... and here marathon man was - serendipity like freak accidents happens at times when you least expect it - like how marathon man hit his head this morning, and how the couple came to meet each other.
this morning marathon man was squatting down to pick up an apple-seed from the kitchen floor, when he stood up there was a big impact on the back of his head.... he hit the edge of the marble counter. at once, his morning sleepiness dissipated, and his hand reached to the back of his head.... not feeling any pain. but something inside was building up. he quickly grapped a piece of table cloth, dispensed some ice-cubes from the freezer, wrapped them in the cloth and put it on the spot where it was hit. the ice stayed on the head until the coldness of it hurt at the place where it was placed.
the rest of the day, he sustained the injury with not much of any obvious outter sign, but who knows what would happen later on.
anyway, he set out to do what he's supposed to do - he started his jogging from fusionopolis, the turqois building with a middle-eastern facade that houses the a-star hq. he went up nepal park, where he found all houses were under renovation, nearly completed, but un-occupied. he checked out biopolis. the place was a modern design in layout, other than the functional buildings, there were boutiqued plaza's and playground for the people working here, and some mid-rise housing blocks, newly completed.... he entered the food court in matrix block, to use the loo. he went on to woking road, whitchurch road where the colonial buildings stood without alterations, and without any recent touch-ups. some of these building were not occupied, esp near the railway. he passed by colbar - he met a couple taking wedding pictures, he moved closer to them.... and was surprised to find out that they were the same couple that he met in changi coastal boardwalk. he made a wave to the couple.... "hi.... how's the shooting going?"
"going fine.... we meet again. what a co-incident. you jog everywhere?" the man said.
"ya.... and for me to meet the same strangers in different places is really some thing that's against great odds."
"just like how i met my future wife.... i am an avid jogger myself, and like you i put my feet all over singapore. and one time i was been confronted by a loose dog from a terrace house with its gate open. just when the dog was about to sink its teeth into me, a lady came out and stopped its advance. and lo and behold, that was my future wife...."
he left the couple and continued to jln hang jebat. the place seemed familiar to marathon man, as he was sure that he did come here before, but it baffled his memory that he was here at any time before. probably it was because of the new portsdown ave cutting this area into 2 , confusing his sense of orientation. he strutted across the railway to an empty, abandoned field, the one he always sees when driving along queensway near mei chin rd. now finally he was stepping on it, and it was like a dream come true - it's dream-like, but this dream was not something that glamorous or romantic, or that meant a lot. nevertheless a dream it had been... it's just something you always wanted to find out what's it like if you are there.... and here marathon man was - serendipity like freak accidents happens at times when you least expect it - like how marathon man hit his head this morning, and how the couple came to meet each other.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
changi village - sunset
after the big glass of home-made water-chestnut water from the changi village hawker centre, walking the coastal boardwalk would be the nicest thing to do.
no change from the last time marathon man was here. only thing was it's after 6. the sky was clear, the sun was fierce....until 6.30pm, when it tilted much nearer to the horizon. the sunset walk did not mean so much unless it's at 6.45 when the sun burned orange.... as it dived into the clouds. there's a tinge of orangeness spreading across the sky where the sun hid... the section of the waves originating from the direction of sun caught on the orangeness..... just after 1 min, the sun appeared fiercely orange from the bottom of the clouds...much bigger. you could see it continueing gliding down with every wink of your eyes... the colours of the clouds across the sky intensified and covered a wider space.... the sun continued on its path... 3 minutes later it lost itself into the clouds for the day....
twilight hour arrived.... the sea was calm... some people carried on with their fishing and crab-catching activties along the kelong walk. a small boat came near the shore, casting crab nets. a wedding couple and their photograper making their way home after a whole day's shoot.... and the world kept turning.
marathon man asked a neatly dressed guy who just arrived and started preparing his catch of the day, "are you staying overnight?"
"no, just for 3 to 4 hours."
"why you like fishing?"
"well, it's keeping me occupied."
"why at this hour?"
"it's dinner time for the fish."
"hah.... how you know?"
"nature says twilight is the time for dinner."
"never heard of that."
"me neither. but i thot, if twilight zone is so mysterious..... what's all these mysteries about? it's about survival? all levels of existence from all dimensions will find it their best time to show their being part of the universe in the twilight hour... and for the creatures in our dimension.... we eat to exist."
marathon man was already ready to replenish his life enegry, he walked back to the village....the diffused blue-sky lasted until around 7.20.... when lights from the shipyard and ubin, and the surrounding governemnt chalets made the waters shimmering, and nite fell eerily in changi..... the tree that was chopped down by the british during wwii because it was too tall a target for the enemies to aim at.
no change from the last time marathon man was here. only thing was it's after 6. the sky was clear, the sun was fierce....until 6.30pm, when it tilted much nearer to the horizon. the sunset walk did not mean so much unless it's at 6.45 when the sun burned orange.... as it dived into the clouds. there's a tinge of orangeness spreading across the sky where the sun hid... the section of the waves originating from the direction of sun caught on the orangeness..... just after 1 min, the sun appeared fiercely orange from the bottom of the clouds...much bigger. you could see it continueing gliding down with every wink of your eyes... the colours of the clouds across the sky intensified and covered a wider space.... the sun continued on its path... 3 minutes later it lost itself into the clouds for the day....
twilight hour arrived.... the sea was calm... some people carried on with their fishing and crab-catching activties along the kelong walk. a small boat came near the shore, casting crab nets. a wedding couple and their photograper making their way home after a whole day's shoot.... and the world kept turning.
marathon man asked a neatly dressed guy who just arrived and started preparing his catch of the day, "are you staying overnight?"
"no, just for 3 to 4 hours."
"why you like fishing?"
"well, it's keeping me occupied."
"why at this hour?"
"it's dinner time for the fish."
"hah.... how you know?"
"nature says twilight is the time for dinner."
"never heard of that."
"me neither. but i thot, if twilight zone is so mysterious..... what's all these mysteries about? it's about survival? all levels of existence from all dimensions will find it their best time to show their being part of the universe in the twilight hour... and for the creatures in our dimension.... we eat to exist."
marathon man was already ready to replenish his life enegry, he walked back to the village....the diffused blue-sky lasted until around 7.20.... when lights from the shipyard and ubin, and the surrounding governemnt chalets made the waters shimmering, and nite fell eerily in changi..... the tree that was chopped down by the british during wwii because it was too tall a target for the enemies to aim at.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
mount emily - faith
the two minars were fighting, pecking on each other while perching on the branch... then dropped down from the branch.... flapping their wings frantically, still trying to wrestle the other from the air....making lots of chirpings... landed on the floor... continued jumping on each other.... making more noises... finally broke up and took flights in different directions.... but not any higher before they landed on the ground again in different spots 10 feet apart, strutting back and forth, chirping meekly.... walked towards each other... like nothing ever happened.
marathon man always wonders birds enjoy the most freedom in the natural world -literally, the sky is the limit for these little creatures, the best of any form of lives on earth.
now, they have adapted themselves well to city life, what else is in their way for moving into another rung in the ladder of evolution.
the FLU!
have you ever wonder what's the purpose of microbes, bacteria, virus?
what actually is their role in the story of evolution? ultimately in the whole existence of lives - the meaning of life?
you see all organisms whether big or small are made of some basic living units.... the most fundamnetal of these might be in the scale of a virus. so we are a combination of virus, bacteria. then why would we be harmed by any virus or bacterial?
life is like : one form's existence has to depend on another's. big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps. and virus eats what? they eat everything else.... it so ironic, that the smallest has all others for their feast! are we canabalising on one another for sruvival, or are we actually helping one another to survive?
it's not so much how one form of life is more important than the others, ie YOU are no different from the VIRUS. but life as a whole makes part of the universe. imagine a universe without life..... and imagine a universe with life, be it just virus..... but ah, life evolves, even from as little as virus.... and nobody knows when evolution will stop. no matter how many times it wipes itself out, only a mere strain of virus survive the apocalypse, veaolution would carry on. (R U SURE you need that to survive?)
and in that sense, matter evolves.... from the first fundamental particles to the first protons, to the elements..... to the gasses, to the stars, the galaxies.... and to life....
is GOD the final desitination?
or the spirit evolves parallely along the matter/life evolution, in what we call re-incarnation?
or no matter how life or spirit evolves, GODhood is never reachable, but with a leap of faith, you can be with GOD?
marathon man seemed to catch a glipmse of the mystery of all things as he watched the two birds, tumbling down from the tree branch.... while mating... and they were the same ones that had a dig at each other just a minute ago.... only mount emily at twilight time could induce such neo-scientific and heretic thots...... and where's your faith gone?
marathon man always wonders birds enjoy the most freedom in the natural world -literally, the sky is the limit for these little creatures, the best of any form of lives on earth.
now, they have adapted themselves well to city life, what else is in their way for moving into another rung in the ladder of evolution.
the FLU!
have you ever wonder what's the purpose of microbes, bacteria, virus?
what actually is their role in the story of evolution? ultimately in the whole existence of lives - the meaning of life?
you see all organisms whether big or small are made of some basic living units.... the most fundamnetal of these might be in the scale of a virus. so we are a combination of virus, bacteria. then why would we be harmed by any virus or bacterial?
life is like : one form's existence has to depend on another's. big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps. and virus eats what? they eat everything else.... it so ironic, that the smallest has all others for their feast! are we canabalising on one another for sruvival, or are we actually helping one another to survive?
it's not so much how one form of life is more important than the others, ie YOU are no different from the VIRUS. but life as a whole makes part of the universe. imagine a universe without life..... and imagine a universe with life, be it just virus..... but ah, life evolves, even from as little as virus.... and nobody knows when evolution will stop. no matter how many times it wipes itself out, only a mere strain of virus survive the apocalypse, veaolution would carry on. (R U SURE you need that to survive?)
and in that sense, matter evolves.... from the first fundamental particles to the first protons, to the elements..... to the gasses, to the stars, the galaxies.... and to life....
is GOD the final desitination?
or the spirit evolves parallely along the matter/life evolution, in what we call re-incarnation?
or no matter how life or spirit evolves, GODhood is never reachable, but with a leap of faith, you can be with GOD?
marathon man seemed to catch a glipmse of the mystery of all things as he watched the two birds, tumbling down from the tree branch.... while mating... and they were the same ones that had a dig at each other just a minute ago.... only mount emily at twilight time could induce such neo-scientific and heretic thots...... and where's your faith gone?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
merchant court - goals
golf tournament at rcc for the suppliers, then concluded with a dinner at merchant court, a good idea to motivate the suppliers and to tell them that their supports were appreciated, and to give then the theme message all the suppliers that, they have to always hang on to their necks and walk on their toes and cut each others' throats in order to get business from the host - their customer.
the dinner started with the ceo of the company giving his take on the world economy and the company's forcast for the coming year - optimistic as ever from him - that's one thing about him that amazes marathon man. not a man of substance, but a man of great entertainment value.... what a ceo supposed to be - chief entertianment officer.
the dinner was interposed with speeches from his liutenants, the coo, talking about what he would expect from the suppliers, the procument vp, talking about her way of partnership with them....
many people toasted to one another.
and marathon man toasted to a lady opposite him, whom he just came know - the sales manager of his competitor.
"cheers..... to a good year ahead," he said.
"cheers. a good year ahead.... you really need it. for me i do well whether the year is good or bad...!" she said.
then as the dinner progressed, she got a bit tipsy....
at one point she stood up and said, "well, well, well, the year is drawing to an end, and look, what have i achieved..... the sales quota of course for the company.... what about for myself? i could not find myself a decent boy fren.... i can handle quota of millions, but when it comes to the quota of ONE good guy for myself, i suck! any suggesteion from you super salesmen?"
the whole table of men were taken aback, though saleamen are not supposed to faze at any situation.
"i have been working all my life selling million of dollars of product..... in my sober self...... now is the time that i would like to sell the good points about me.... listen ye...... to your princess of the sales world...... "
the guys were jazzed up by her out-of-whack behaviour.... encouraging her to drink more, and talk more.
marathon man, watched all these with discernment, said to her, "helena..... you drank too much..... here drink some juice."
"hahaha.... why you so good to me? are you impressed with my sales talk?"
"helena.... cool it."
"let her... drink.." david was not impressed with the fun being interupted. and the rest supported him, "ya.... buzz off, and let her have some fun...."
she turned silence, apparently the booze effect subsided and she was tired.
marathon man went over to her, "you need a lift?"
"ya, i think so...." she was glad that someone did ask her.
they left the dinner before the last dish was served.
he sent her to her home, before she went in, she said, "i'm sorry to have made myself a fool infront of you guys.... but thank you for your ...care...."
"don't mention it, though we r competitors in the market, we shoud not just live by the market.... we must remember we live in a society.... and that means we need to help each others when help is needed."
"that's my problem..... i fight for every sales, i fight for everything in my life, as if i' am standing on the edge of the rooftop, constantly fighting back the fear of falling from it. but wat actually i am fearing for? i have made some money, i'm healthy...... so let's enjoy what's good for now. and let tomorrow takes care of itself."
instead of entering the house, she entered his car, and they drove off to an off-site sales meeting. for that nite, the sales meeting would have only one goal - score as many goals as they like.
the dinner started with the ceo of the company giving his take on the world economy and the company's forcast for the coming year - optimistic as ever from him - that's one thing about him that amazes marathon man. not a man of substance, but a man of great entertainment value.... what a ceo supposed to be - chief entertianment officer.
the dinner was interposed with speeches from his liutenants, the coo, talking about what he would expect from the suppliers, the procument vp, talking about her way of partnership with them....
many people toasted to one another.
and marathon man toasted to a lady opposite him, whom he just came know - the sales manager of his competitor.
"cheers..... to a good year ahead," he said.
"cheers. a good year ahead.... you really need it. for me i do well whether the year is good or bad...!" she said.
then as the dinner progressed, she got a bit tipsy....
at one point she stood up and said, "well, well, well, the year is drawing to an end, and look, what have i achieved..... the sales quota of course for the company.... what about for myself? i could not find myself a decent boy fren.... i can handle quota of millions, but when it comes to the quota of ONE good guy for myself, i suck! any suggesteion from you super salesmen?"
the whole table of men were taken aback, though saleamen are not supposed to faze at any situation.
"i have been working all my life selling million of dollars of product..... in my sober self...... now is the time that i would like to sell the good points about me.... listen ye...... to your princess of the sales world...... "
the guys were jazzed up by her out-of-whack behaviour.... encouraging her to drink more, and talk more.
marathon man, watched all these with discernment, said to her, "helena..... you drank too much..... here drink some juice."
"hahaha.... why you so good to me? are you impressed with my sales talk?"
"helena.... cool it."
"let her... drink.." david was not impressed with the fun being interupted. and the rest supported him, "ya.... buzz off, and let her have some fun...."
she turned silence, apparently the booze effect subsided and she was tired.
marathon man went over to her, "you need a lift?"
"ya, i think so...." she was glad that someone did ask her.
they left the dinner before the last dish was served.
he sent her to her home, before she went in, she said, "i'm sorry to have made myself a fool infront of you guys.... but thank you for your ...care...."
"don't mention it, though we r competitors in the market, we shoud not just live by the market.... we must remember we live in a society.... and that means we need to help each others when help is needed."
"that's my problem..... i fight for every sales, i fight for everything in my life, as if i' am standing on the edge of the rooftop, constantly fighting back the fear of falling from it. but wat actually i am fearing for? i have made some money, i'm healthy...... so let's enjoy what's good for now. and let tomorrow takes care of itself."
instead of entering the house, she entered his car, and they drove off to an off-site sales meeting. for that nite, the sales meeting would have only one goal - score as many goals as they like.
Monday, October 12, 2009
serangoon - durian fiesta
eating durian had to wait for the mp.
it was 7pm, marathon man and her galfren arrived at serangoon cc, and took a loft to the level-6, the sky level. there were already 70 people there. marathon man headed to the counter where a few big baskets of durian were lying about. one of the red-shirt grass-root leaders told him, "take a seat first, we have to wait for the mp to come before start eating."
the view from the sky-level was 180 degree, though could not see buildings from orchard road any other signature buildings from the surrouding, nevertheless, it was a goo dview of the neighborhood flats and streets.
this morning he was jogging from poh huat road, park villas rise, park villas green, park viallas terrace, jalan ariff, jalan tani, florence rd, lim ah pin rd, joo hong rd, florence rd again, simon lane, da silva lane, kang choo bin road, parry road, glasgow rd, flower road, palm grove ave, jensen rd, highland rd.... came out to kovan mrt, saw the serangoon cc durian fiesta banner. took down the number, call in, and there were still tickets left. he bot the tickets in the afternoon, $15/person, bot 1 each for him an s galfren.
at 7.30pm the mp come and sat next to marathon man table. without any speech or much ado, teh grass-root lady offered the mp 2 d24 duirans. and the durian fiesta began!
grassroot-leaders serve every table with pre-opened durians.... but every time it was the same type of furain the d24 - firmer, big seed and thick meat. pale yellow in color, only a handful seeds in a distorted petite shell.
the creamy pulp jaded the taste bud and the tasting thots, after they opened the 5th durian. then he asked teh grassroot leader, "got maoshanwang or not?"
"yes."
"can get us one?"
"ok."
then came the maoshanwang - sysmtrical in an oblong shape, slightly bigger than d24, each compartment consists of 5 or more small seeds, but each seed was wrapped with chunks of golden yellow meat, not as frim as the d24, but sweeter.
he also asked for xo, but the guy said, "717 only has maoshan and d24."
after a few rounds of chomping, the mp stood up and walked to each table to talk to the eaters. she came to marathon man's table and asked his galfren,"where are you from?"
she said, "sembawang."
"hah.... sembawang, how come you are here?"she was surprised why some outsider came to her constituency and ate her durians.
she said, "my boy fren jogged this morning and saw the banner about teh durian fiesta, and he's a durian lover... "
"oh.... come take a picture."
mp take picture with her.
like the oppo constituencies are getting lift upgrade, the not-pro pap guy like marathon man also can eat the pap mp's durian. why not? eating mp's durian is like paying gahmen taxes, you do it, whether you are in the pap or oppo ward. anyway there's no free lunch, as they said - you pay for what you eat. so eat as much as you can.
in fact, serangoon cc holds a durian fiesta every year. this year they held it in oct, because accordingly the durian is better during this month.
how about a durian eating contest? say within 10 minutes, how much durian can one eat, weighing the durian before and after the eating to find out how much is eaten. eat the normal durian in the qualifying rounds, but the maoshan in the finals. bet it will be not only be an attraction for the locals, a good way for pap to rally the people, it would be an interesting way of getting the tourists to appreciate the stinky fruit. and there wld be one for the locals and one for all natinals, the singapore open durian eating competition. germany has its oktoberfest, singapore should have its DurianOK.fest. who say beers and durian cannot mix?
while the malaysians and indons are claiming laksa is their dish, we singaporeans apart from, bak-chor-mee-mai-terkua, and meesiam-maihum as our national dishes can also claim as the number-1 durian-eating nation.
it was 7pm, marathon man and her galfren arrived at serangoon cc, and took a loft to the level-6, the sky level. there were already 70 people there. marathon man headed to the counter where a few big baskets of durian were lying about. one of the red-shirt grass-root leaders told him, "take a seat first, we have to wait for the mp to come before start eating."
the view from the sky-level was 180 degree, though could not see buildings from orchard road any other signature buildings from the surrouding, nevertheless, it was a goo dview of the neighborhood flats and streets.
this morning he was jogging from poh huat road, park villas rise, park villas green, park viallas terrace, jalan ariff, jalan tani, florence rd, lim ah pin rd, joo hong rd, florence rd again, simon lane, da silva lane, kang choo bin road, parry road, glasgow rd, flower road, palm grove ave, jensen rd, highland rd.... came out to kovan mrt, saw the serangoon cc durian fiesta banner. took down the number, call in, and there were still tickets left. he bot the tickets in the afternoon, $15/person, bot 1 each for him an s galfren.
at 7.30pm the mp come and sat next to marathon man table. without any speech or much ado, teh grass-root lady offered the mp 2 d24 duirans. and the durian fiesta began!
grassroot-leaders serve every table with pre-opened durians.... but every time it was the same type of furain the d24 - firmer, big seed and thick meat. pale yellow in color, only a handful seeds in a distorted petite shell.
the creamy pulp jaded the taste bud and the tasting thots, after they opened the 5th durian. then he asked teh grassroot leader, "got maoshanwang or not?"
"yes."
"can get us one?"
"ok."
then came the maoshanwang - sysmtrical in an oblong shape, slightly bigger than d24, each compartment consists of 5 or more small seeds, but each seed was wrapped with chunks of golden yellow meat, not as frim as the d24, but sweeter.
he also asked for xo, but the guy said, "717 only has maoshan and d24."
after a few rounds of chomping, the mp stood up and walked to each table to talk to the eaters. she came to marathon man's table and asked his galfren,"where are you from?"
she said, "sembawang."
"hah.... sembawang, how come you are here?"she was surprised why some outsider came to her constituency and ate her durians.
she said, "my boy fren jogged this morning and saw the banner about teh durian fiesta, and he's a durian lover... "
"oh.... come take a picture."
mp take picture with her.
like the oppo constituencies are getting lift upgrade, the not-pro pap guy like marathon man also can eat the pap mp's durian. why not? eating mp's durian is like paying gahmen taxes, you do it, whether you are in the pap or oppo ward. anyway there's no free lunch, as they said - you pay for what you eat. so eat as much as you can.
in fact, serangoon cc holds a durian fiesta every year. this year they held it in oct, because accordingly the durian is better during this month.
how about a durian eating contest? say within 10 minutes, how much durian can one eat, weighing the durian before and after the eating to find out how much is eaten. eat the normal durian in the qualifying rounds, but the maoshan in the finals. bet it will be not only be an attraction for the locals, a good way for pap to rally the people, it would be an interesting way of getting the tourists to appreciate the stinky fruit. and there wld be one for the locals and one for all natinals, the singapore open durian eating competition. germany has its oktoberfest, singapore should have its DurianOK.fest. who say beers and durian cannot mix?
while the malaysians and indons are claiming laksa is their dish, we singaporeans apart from, bak-chor-mee-mai-terkua, and meesiam-maihum as our national dishes can also claim as the number-1 durian-eating nation.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
above the pacific - mile-high club
time is not normal on the airplane. when your watch reads 0900, the sky out there may be starry..... 35 thousand feet up there, the pressurised, space-limited cabin makes the minds very jittery. it's like an animal kept in a small enclosed cage, nothing much it can do...except going to the lavaratory.
it was past midnite local-time as defined by where the plane was flying over the vast waters of the pacific, after 3 hours of flight time enroute from singapore to the u.s. of a. the cabin was quiet, the lights all turned off. he released the safety belt buckle, stepped out of his seat, stretched abit, looked around, and headed to the lavaratoty.
she followed suit. making sure that nobody was noticing her move, she pushed open the door of the loo which he entered, and which was not locked inside. she entered, and he locked the door quickly. they were in business class, and one of the loos was bigger than the rest.... 2 times as big. with a lot of space for maneuver.
they rushed into embracing each other, he groped her boobs, she put her hands into his pants... both lips locked.... for about a minute or so.
she pulled out a plastic cup from her handbag, washed it and filled it with water, squarted up onto the toilet seat, doused her cleanly-shaved c-u-n-t with water, and washed it with the soupy cream...dried it with tissue paper. then it's his turn to washed his. immediately after the washng and drying up, she squarted onto the toilet seat... he lowered himself and wrapped his tongue firmly around the pearl of her oyster.... she let out muffled moans.... he fingered her to frantic ecstacy..... he entered her from behind, from below, and finally they exploded simultaneuosly into an intensely-climaxed orgasm , on a position where she was sitting on his laps, while he sat on the toilet seat, face to face to each another.... they cleaned up, and flushed away the rubber.
now, problem time - how to find out whether there's anybody waiting outside to use the toilet? only way to find out was to open the door. but then, they would be exposed. did they have to take the risk, or was there a better to way to find out?
he opened the door without hesitation anyway, for he knew that the chance of being caught was extremely low for two reasons :
1. he saw the next loos' vacancy light was on when he made his way to the loo; meaning anybody wanted to use the loo, would be using the next loo, and would not be waiting outside the one they were using.
2. and more importantly, the stewardess who's taking a rest in the seat outside the loos- maybe still awake - would not mind any of this hanky-panky business - for the airline knew very well, being in the business class, one of the privileges was :
to be the member of the mile-high club.
it was past midnite local-time as defined by where the plane was flying over the vast waters of the pacific, after 3 hours of flight time enroute from singapore to the u.s. of a. the cabin was quiet, the lights all turned off. he released the safety belt buckle, stepped out of his seat, stretched abit, looked around, and headed to the lavaratoty.
she followed suit. making sure that nobody was noticing her move, she pushed open the door of the loo which he entered, and which was not locked inside. she entered, and he locked the door quickly. they were in business class, and one of the loos was bigger than the rest.... 2 times as big. with a lot of space for maneuver.
they rushed into embracing each other, he groped her boobs, she put her hands into his pants... both lips locked.... for about a minute or so.
she pulled out a plastic cup from her handbag, washed it and filled it with water, squarted up onto the toilet seat, doused her cleanly-shaved c-u-n-t with water, and washed it with the soupy cream...dried it with tissue paper. then it's his turn to washed his. immediately after the washng and drying up, she squarted onto the toilet seat... he lowered himself and wrapped his tongue firmly around the pearl of her oyster.... she let out muffled moans.... he fingered her to frantic ecstacy..... he entered her from behind, from below, and finally they exploded simultaneuosly into an intensely-climaxed orgasm , on a position where she was sitting on his laps, while he sat on the toilet seat, face to face to each another.... they cleaned up, and flushed away the rubber.
now, problem time - how to find out whether there's anybody waiting outside to use the toilet? only way to find out was to open the door. but then, they would be exposed. did they have to take the risk, or was there a better to way to find out?
he opened the door without hesitation anyway, for he knew that the chance of being caught was extremely low for two reasons :
1. he saw the next loos' vacancy light was on when he made his way to the loo; meaning anybody wanted to use the loo, would be using the next loo, and would not be waiting outside the one they were using.
2. and more importantly, the stewardess who's taking a rest in the seat outside the loos- maybe still awake - would not mind any of this hanky-panky business - for the airline knew very well, being in the business class, one of the privileges was :
to be the member of the mile-high club.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
the moon - do wat u'r supposed to do
last nite, the sky was cloudy after the rain. they sat at the balcony, with a bottle of white wine, a mooncake cut into 8 small pieces......
"darling, for all these years, this is the only year that it rained during the mid-autumn festival. the mooncake festival without the moon, what can we do?"
"honey, we can just drink wine, eat mooncake and talk and do what we supposed to do afterwards."
"remember last year, we were in our garden, cherishing the full moon with a pot of green tea, and boiled small-yam?"
"yes, the yam was so simple in taste but intrinsically good, i did not believe we finished the whole dozen of them. and we were so full that we could not even do what we
supposed to do afterwards."
"and the year before last, we drank beer and had a a good steamboat... and we were so drunk that we ended up in each other's embrace.... and we did not do what we were supposed to do...."
"and this year, do you think we will get to do what we are supposed to do later?"
"why later, let's do it now."
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scroll down......
the centenarian couple took out a traditional lattern, lited it up and started singing :
(set your view - encoding to chinese simplied)
月亮代表我的心
1:
你问我爱你有多深
我爱你有几分
我的情也真
我的爱也真
月亮代表我的心
2:
你问我爱你有多深
我爱你有几分
我的情不移
我的爱不变
月亮代表我的心
3:
轻轻的一个吻
已经打动我的心
深深的一段情
教我思念到如今
4:
你问我爱你有多深
我爱你有几分
你去想一想
你去看一看
月亮代表我的心
Repeat 3
Repeat 4
你去想一想
你去看一看
月亮代表我的心
English Translation
The moon on behalf of my heart
1.
You ask me how deep my love for you is,
How much I really love you隆
My affection is real.
My love is real.
The moon represents my heart.
2.
You ask me how deep my love for you is,
How much I really love you隆
My affection does not waver,
My love will not change.
The moon represents my heart.
3.
* Just one soft kiss
is enough to move my heart.
A period of time when our affection was deep,
Has made me miss you until now.
4.
* You ask me how deep my love for you is,
How much I really love you.
** Go think about it.
Go and have a look [at the moon],
The moon represents my heart.
Repeat *
Repeat **
Hanyu Pinyin
ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen
wo ai ni you ji fen
wo de qing ye zhen
wo de ai ye zhen
yue liang dai biao wo de xin
ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen
wo ai ni you ji fen
wo de qing bu yi
wo de ai bu bian
yue liang dai biao wo de xin
* qing qing de yi ge wen
yi jin da dong wo de xin
shen shen de yi duan qing
jiao wo si nian dao ru jin
* ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen
wo ai ni you ji fen
** ni qu xiang yi xiang
ni qu kan yi kan
yue liang dai biao wo de xin
Repeat *
Repeat **
to all out there :
when age catches up, you realize you are but a half-moon..... do what you are supposed to do NOW!
"darling, for all these years, this is the only year that it rained during the mid-autumn festival. the mooncake festival without the moon, what can we do?"
"honey, we can just drink wine, eat mooncake and talk and do what we supposed to do afterwards."
"remember last year, we were in our garden, cherishing the full moon with a pot of green tea, and boiled small-yam?"
"yes, the yam was so simple in taste but intrinsically good, i did not believe we finished the whole dozen of them. and we were so full that we could not even do what we
supposed to do afterwards."
"and the year before last, we drank beer and had a a good steamboat... and we were so drunk that we ended up in each other's embrace.... and we did not do what we were supposed to do...."
"and this year, do you think we will get to do what we are supposed to do later?"
"why later, let's do it now."
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scroll down......
the centenarian couple took out a traditional lattern, lited it up and started singing :
(set your view - encoding to chinese simplied)
月亮代表我的心
1:
你问我爱你有多深
我爱你有几分
我的情也真
我的爱也真
月亮代表我的心
2:
你问我爱你有多深
我爱你有几分
我的情不移
我的爱不变
月亮代表我的心
3:
轻轻的一个吻
已经打动我的心
深深的一段情
教我思念到如今
4:
你问我爱你有多深
我爱你有几分
你去想一想
你去看一看
月亮代表我的心
Repeat 3
Repeat 4
你去想一想
你去看一看
月亮代表我的心
English Translation
The moon on behalf of my heart
1.
You ask me how deep my love for you is,
How much I really love you隆
My affection is real.
My love is real.
The moon represents my heart.
2.
You ask me how deep my love for you is,
How much I really love you隆
My affection does not waver,
My love will not change.
The moon represents my heart.
3.
* Just one soft kiss
is enough to move my heart.
A period of time when our affection was deep,
Has made me miss you until now.
4.
* You ask me how deep my love for you is,
How much I really love you.
** Go think about it.
Go and have a look [at the moon],
The moon represents my heart.
Repeat *
Repeat **
Hanyu Pinyin
ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen
wo ai ni you ji fen
wo de qing ye zhen
wo de ai ye zhen
yue liang dai biao wo de xin
ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen
wo ai ni you ji fen
wo de qing bu yi
wo de ai bu bian
yue liang dai biao wo de xin
* qing qing de yi ge wen
yi jin da dong wo de xin
shen shen de yi duan qing
jiao wo si nian dao ru jin
* ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen
wo ai ni you ji fen
** ni qu xiang yi xiang
ni qu kan yi kan
yue liang dai biao wo de xin
Repeat *
Repeat **
to all out there :
when age catches up, you realize you are but a half-moon..... do what you are supposed to do NOW!
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