Thursday, January 31, 2008
Gong Xi Fa Cai!
Monday, January 21, 2008
I received a pleasant mail from DK on Jan 12, encouraging me to run and stay healthy.
It was a timely wake-up call.
With reference to the book/cd 'the secret', it was mentioned that we need to focus on what we want.
So, in Oct 2007 I got a scan pic of Meb Keflezighi featured on the cover of Runner's World Nov issue.
The idea is to focus on his fantastic body (stomach muscles and small waist) which is what I wanted.
I had replaced Meb's face with my not proportionate size face and pin the pic at the office cubicle, my face Meb's body.
Despite all the focus I still do not have the fantastic figure.
Perhaps its because I hardly did any exercise/runs.
Jan 15 morning - jog around the home, probably around 15 minutes, yes 15.
Jan 16 evening - jog 3 laps and walk 1 lap at KLCC park, yes 3.
Jan 18 evening - jog 3 laps and walk 1 lap at KLCC park.
Jan 16, the walk was to 'smell the roses' and I actually noticed quite a few things.
The senses do tend to amplify when I make an effort.
The smell of grass, wind/breeze, fertilizer, pesticide, etc.
I could hear the calming fountain and waterfall, yes there is a waterfall, birds, and all the surroundings.
The birds were tweeting pretty loudly, in communication with one another.
One of the birds (Proud Mary) was saying Hey I 'bomb' a walking target today!
There were many tweets of praises and amazement.
One bird said in awe Its not easy to hit a moving target, how high were you 20 or 30 feet?
Its more like 40 feet Mary replied proudly.
There was this one time I hit about a dozen moving targets! one of the birds (Kiasu) said.
Even louder tweets of praises and amazement.
Mary (limelight snatched) : How could you hit a dozen moving targets?
Kiasu : I had diarrhea.
Mary (still not satisfied) : How did you know you actually hit the target?
Kiasu : Same way you did. They all looked up.
Silence. Pause. Applause.
Hmmm...birds.
Jan 18, the walk was to 'smell the roses', again.
I noticed (and probably everyone else within 100metres) this couple kissing at the park.
Well it was more like the guy kissing the girl asking for forgiveness.
The girl looked very sad and distraughted.
Some onlookers were giggling and whispering to each other probably trying to guess what was going on.
Not to be left out, I made up my own assumptions that the guy must have done something seriously wrong
for the girl to be looking so distressed/worried/troubled, yes all that was on her face.
So I guess it must be one or all of the following severe offence :-
- the guy forgot to lift the toilet bowl
- the guy did not ask for directions to KLCC park
- the guy forgot what shoes the girl was wearing when they met 10 years ago.
School starts...by Newton Is Concern
Another year another war.
War in kindergarten that is.
As I pass the prisons (classrooms),
some of the prisoners (children) were screaming in excruciating pain,
emotional pain that is,
as none were physically tortured but some were threatened,
as though this pain was not horrible enough.
Stop crying!
I tell you stop!
Don't make me come over!
You gonna get it!
Shut up!
Enough!
The prisoner does not seem to understand.
More crying...
louder...
more tears...
more panic...
more fear...
more retaliation.
I think there is no other more disturbing sound than the cry.
Whether the crying is loud...
soft...
old...
young...
human...
animal...
flowing tears...
tearless(is there such a word?)...
weep,
sob,
whimper,
howl,
wail,
moan,
whine.
If vegetables could cry too i bet there will be less vegetarians.
Some prisoners use the cry as a weapon...
to weaken the soldiers (mommy and daddy).
From young,
the prisoner to be has slowly but surely mastered the art of crying,
the most irritating,
pathetic,
pitiful,
irresistable,
attention seeking cry.
The kind of cry that everyone else will turn around and look at the poor thing,
the innocent,
pure,
helpless,
and then stare down at the soldier,
the guilty,
wrongdoer,
terrible soldier.
Tears flowing,
cendol flowing,
saliva flowing,
eyes red,
nose red,
in fact most of the face is red.
And for better effect,
the prisoner does not wipe whatever is flowing.
At times when the cry is not working it is followed by coughing,
choking,
panting,
gasping for air,
vomitting and
the saddest look you ever saw.
By this time most of the soldiers are weaken and some will release the prisoner immediately,
some will promise to buy toys/treats,
the soldiers retreat and plan to go to retreats.
Some soldiers will not give in no matter what,
this is the way it is,
its for your own good,
you'll thank me later,
everybody must go through this,
this is life.
The remaining crying prisoners stretch their hands out the windows,
desperately reaching for freedom,
independence,
hope,
to be rescued,
save me...
help me...
please...
pleaseeeee.
Why me?
Why here?
Why now?
Why must i be prisoned?
Why is this good for me?
How can this be good for me?
Candy is good for me not this!
This is horror,
terror,
go look yourself in the mirror.
The soldier prepares to leave,
one last gaze at the prisoner,
the prisoner look intently at the soldier,
wishing the worst will not happen.
The soldier walks away,
leaves the prisoner,
the prisoner cries loudly,
a final futile attempt,
the soldier doesn't turn/look back,
the soldier is out of sight.
Pain...
grief...
ache...
hurt...
oh its penetrating into my heart,
mind,
flesh,
bones,
soul,
everywhere...
why why why...
this is madness...
insanity...
the prisoner does not accept it well.
The soldier thinks this is for the best,
the crying prisoner feels otherwise.
The soldier thinks the battle is won,
the prisoner feels war has just begun.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Happy New Year!
