all that jazz - meaningless

it was a hectic nite, the last nite. ipad reported issue, and all are thrown into a frantic, fire-fighting mode......

it drizzled in the morning. thot that the day was going to be wet. but started t-off as scheduled at 1225. and it got hotter as the day moved on. they took less than 5 hrs to complete 18 holes.

then they had dessert in the half-way house. and james paid, probably out of guilt for his late turn up. they ordered green bean soup. steven said, " i prefer red bean soup."

james said, "green bean is better, it cools down and cleanses the system. red bean is hot."

khoo said, "you know green bean soup, in the china town hawker centre, they sell with smelly grass, and cured orange peel. it taste different. i like it."

"smelly grass is not grass, it's a kind of small leaves on a branch, like malungai. it smells and taste bitter. i also like it." marathon man said.

"why people like smelly things ha? like durian, i cannot tahan."

khoo said, "well, smelly scent and yukky taste are acquired thingie..... you have to condition your mind to accept it - you have to tell yourself that it's good for you... like drinking beer or alcohol, or smoking, they are repulsive to the natural self. but to prove that you are a mature, cool guy, you drink and smoke..."

james said, "talking about that acquired taste. lately i acquired a hobby, that not many would do."

"what's that?"

"talking cock."

"i thot everybody likes to talk cock."

"maybe, but t like to talk to the cock. i just bot a rooster and keeping it as a pet. and talk to him, everyday."

"did he talk back?"

"oh ya! he said, cock, cock cock."

"well do you know what it means?"

"of course, it doesn't mean anything, else it would not be talking cock."