Friday, June 29, 2007

IT’S ONLY NAUGHTY THE FIRST TIME

28 June 2007
Sunny Thursday (32 Degree Celsius)
Afternoon @ 1940 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: California by Savage Garden
Mood: *Duh Day*

Today pretty bored, yup, to the point of boring myself to death, I deicide (against any judgement haha) that I should continue my long lost composition of sex, always my favourite topic. But I do know of one chap who pretends he doesn’t, but that’s another story… Beside, the weather is B.E.A.Utiful HOT (think 33 degree). Cow, I can go on forever but need to exercise some self control, if not, instead of a 2 page blog, you will be reading a book, but more of that later.

I have a long time back touched on the Man’s origin, its roots and now, let focus on a more controversial topic, that of Rape. First, a Disclaimer, not that I am fucking rich, sitting on good pension or portfolio, though that might make some sense in my later years but for the sake of being socially responsibility (read ball-less). Seriously if you ask me, there are a lot of pretty disturbing humans just roaming around, and if you take everything I wrote at face value, and actually use it against better moral call, then assuredly I say; it would be FUNNY if that is a joke.

Moving on, Rape as define, is a crime where the victim is forced into sexual activity, in particular, sexual penetration against its will. I prefer gender neutrality instead of specific, as we now know; both male & females are equal opportunists as well as victims. The following are gist of the evolutionary theories and not any attempts to justify such acts. So if you do engage in it and stupidly got caught, don’t quote me. Moreover, I wouldn’t save your ass unless of course you are Kate Beckinsale or Peanutz, haha. Moreover, nowadays many scholars (of both genders) have generally agreed and opposed the underlying notions that our forebears’ actions have any consequence on our relationship. Ah, that’s comforting to know…

To explain this interesting phenomenon, let’s do a little bit of history; the act of rape itself, which until late Middle Ages, only carry a fine which is paid to the victim’s father for the “damage” goods. But Rape, whether in the course of war or history have far reaching records; from the Bible to more recent atrocities such as Nanking massacre and in various war crime tribunals. Generally, there are about 4 classes of rapists; Power Assertive, Power Reassurance, Anger-Retaliation and Anger-Excitation. Though most are self explanatory, emphasis are on Emotional Excitation perpetrators. They are deem to be the most dangerous as studies have profile them to be charismatic, charming, usually in seat of power and of course these in a way clouded their reality, have funny fantasies and really think they are entitled to it and even able to get away with such acts.

We are however, not alone in this activity. One is the realisation that many human activities, not all of them savoury, happen for exactly the same reasons as in other species. For example, rapes and murder are also widespread in the animal kingdom. All have their own evolutionary logic. No one argues that they are anything other than evolutionarily driven in species other than man. Yet it would be extraordinary if they were not so driven in man, because it would mean that natural selection had somehow contrived to wipe out their genetic underpinnings, only for them to re-emerge as culturally determined phenomena. So what is stopping us? Self control and Guilt. Hmm, fuck the Guilt thingy.

Some studies indicate (though controversial) that it is an attempt by the male of the species to increase his reproductive fitness when he is lacking in ability to persuade the female by non-violent means (Thornhill & Thornhill, 1993). Of course, such argument is flaw in so many aspects; similarly, victim-blaming adhere along the same rationale. It is argued some sociological models suggest that it may be genetically-inbuilt for a certain proportion of men and women to act in ways which would tend to raise the chances of rape occurring, for instance, wearing of sexy clothes, and may even be a biological feature. But studies as we all know, are better left for further investigation (usually flawed).

Studies of animal behaviour conveniently refer to the top male in a group as the “alpha”. Such dominant animals keep the others under control and father a large proportion, if not all of the group's offspring. One of the curiosities of modern life is that voters tend to elect alpha males to high office, and then affect surprise when they behave like alphas outside politics, like Clinton for example. But in the days when alphas had to fight rather than scheme their way to the top, they tended to enjoy the sexual spoils more openly such as Genghis Khan, a man reported to have had about 500 wives and concubines, not to mention the sexual opportunities that come with conquest. Hence, the notion of evolutionary trait sticks on and under very unique circumstances it would seems.

Psychologists have also determined that rape fantasies are relatively common across populations. A common assumption that people aroused by rape fantasies must be more likely than others to commit the actual act, or that women with rape fantasies actually want to become victims of violent sexual assault. This does not correspond with observed scientific evidence, however; while rapists usually fantasise about rape, so do normal, psychologically healthy people like you and me for instance.

A proportion of violent sexual assaults end with the death or serious injury of the victim. Other consequences can include pregnancy or STDs. Because of the sexual nature of rape crimes, the most common effect of rape on victims is serious psychological traumas. This is especially true in societies such as Pakistan with its strong sexual customs (honour killing) and taboos. For example, a woman (and especially a virgin) who is raped may be deemed by society to be "damaged": she may suffer isolation, be prohibited to marry, be divorced if she was married, or even killed. She may also feel "dirty", as if the crime was her fault, which in many case, isn’t. The rape victims’ reactions are very similar to those that would be experienced by a survivor of any other traumatising experience, and sometimes result in a diagnosis of post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).

Such theories as we have just seen have far reaching effects. Now the blame is hanging between the victim and perpetrator. Who is at fault and whose fault? Though women can also cry wolf after a particular bad episode of sex or man would argued the sexual consent.

To end, this short conversation says it all:

Boy (to girl): We can enjoy the sex together or
Boy: I can hurt you real bad and I still get to enjoy the sex

A penny for your thoughts?



Wednesday, June 27, 2007

ONE OF THOSE LAN LAN DAYS

26 June 2007
Sunny Tuesday (32 Degree Celsius)
Evening @ 1940 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 盲人 by 苏永康
Mood: *One of those Days*

Today is one of those days that my stars don’t quite aligned. First thing in the morning, got some nasty emails that specifically condemn us; that we are at fault. So that got me into thinking mode, ya I know its early morning, minus the parallax error, my brain where got start working so fast without my oxygen break? But then, you will be amazed how in-between stages of conscious and unconsciousness, I can literally send out a very sarcastic email thinly veiled as a very diplomatic note. I don’t mean to be nasty (well, not early morning at least), all along is their own doing, claiming credits for things they didn’t bother to help and now when things go south, conveniently blame us. So not friendly. Never mind, that’s life.

While driving later, saw so many cars weaving in and out of the traffic when all were not driving fast or packed. Just doing it for fun I guess. An idle mind is a dangerous mind, that’s so life.

Then came the big one, while driving along this small quiet neighbourhood, one car suddenly back out of her lot and came crashing onto my passenger side. I was NOT even driving fast; how to drive fast on this small neighbourhood-type road; cars aside, there will be school going kids and pets around… After the crash, I was a little lost, for a moment; I thought I might have been too engrossed in my daydreaming and unknowingly crashed onto a park vehicle. Ok lah, she claimed responsibility and kept apologize profusely. I just check on my car, ask her how she is doing and then smile painfully. I mean, you can do it the nasty and bastardly way or just be empathetic about it. No one wanted this to happen also. That’s life I guess…

Anyway, if given a choice (like got tons of Money), I will go for a BMW. Fuck, my side doors needed full replacements (according to the assessor) while her’s not even got a scratch. Good Metal, Good Body (the BMW, not her), and my damage? After an Initial Estimate, it cost US$2.5K to change the doors. 2.5K… Cow, luckily it is claim against her insurance, if not, I am going to be really pissed. Then again, perhaps that is why we have insurance in the first place. So for the next 2 ½ weeks I will be car-less. Thought of renting a convertible meanwhile. Yup, since my insurance coverage got this added protection like subsidizing car rental… might as well make full use of it.

In any case, it has been a long and tough day. I think I will retire for the night now, though at 8pm the sky still fucking bright… but hey, A bird got to do what a bird got to do… whatever that is.

Good Night my beloved, May I miss you? Yup, I do miss you

盲人 by 苏永康

爱是心灵的摸索, 是你点醒那眼眸
拥抱你的快乐, 等候你的哀愁
你主宰爱情的颜色

听太多你的传说, 是我关上我耳朵
不想回头, 追寻你的路走
看清楚事实又如何

我的爱盲目我的眼, 无力去恨我情愿看不见
了解需要时间相信你没变, 你只是离的远

我用爱盲目我的眼, 我的世界在我心田
除非你亲口说再见, 情人都有一张
永远不凋谢的容颜

Updated ½ hour later: In between Sulking and cheebyeing my day, I ate 8 pieces of Popeye Chicken and down 2 can of coke. I going die of over-nutrition…

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

WHY YOU STILL FEEL ALONE?

25 June 2007
Monday (29 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2115 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: California by Savage Garden
Mood: *Where Are you? *

Found this song when I casually bought the Savage Garden’s best series. It kind of summed up everything I wanted to ask and tell you. The entire lyrics is too long for my format (yup, all my entries are based upon a format, for uniformity) so some of it got chop.

After all of these, why do you still feel alone?
I guess I will be fine, I have been through these many times and now, it doesn’t hurt as much.

I know I deserve better

But I still love you…

Perhaps nothing could say it better than his lyrics

There is nothing I can say, there are no good words left anyway
Besides people are cruel and the world still moves without you, oh …

I do hope it will stay, just one minute for us, so that I can live in that moment when you say how much I meant to you. But then as hard as we tried to convince ourselves otherwise; the world still moves without you and me. Just as you will never loves me.

I miss you then, I miss you now.

Where are you?

California by Savage Garden

I got a cottage with a sea view; I got a regular summer tan
I’ve been working up the courage to call you all year, oh...

There is nothing I can say, there are no good words left anyway
Besides people are cruel and the world still moves without you, oh …

Welcome to my Californian home
You don’t have to call me; you can leave when you want
There’s a picture by my bed
There’s a light in your eyes
I don’t know, well I don’t know
Why you still feel alone?

And we were dying from the get go, I was dreaming but you never believed
I was trying to fit myself in the spaces between, oh ...

And you were kind and sometimes cruel, you said all the world’s love couldn’t satisfy you
And nothing could have hurt me as much as the truth
Ohhh darling

Welcome to my Californian home
You don’t have to call me, you can leave when you want
There’s a picture by my bed
There’s a light in your eyes
I don’t know
Tell me ‘cause I want to find out
Do you still feel alone?

Love is illusive when you search for it, don’t I know
Happiness sometimes it just creeps in, don’t I know

I’m going crazy
I’ve been wondering, do you still feel alone?

I need to find, some kind of peace of mind
I need to find
I got a cottage with a sea view; I got a regular summer tan
I know that I deserve more
But I still love you

Welcome to my California (I need to find)
Even though I’m not good for you (Some kind of peace of mind)
There’s a part of me still waiting for you (I need to find)
Welcome to my happy ending (I need to find)
Even though it’s fun contending (Some kind of peace of mind)
I know, I know you can’t look back, you can never go back

Welcome to my Californian home
I know, you can never go back again
I know I need to find, do you still feel?
Welcome to my Californian home (I need to find)
Even though I’m no good for you (Some kind of peace of mind)
Deep inside there’s a piece of me, there’s a piece of me
Still waiting for you to come home

Welcome to my Californian home (I need to find)
I know you can never look back, you can never look back again (Some kind of peace of mind)
But tell me ‘cause I want to find out

Do you still feel alone?

Friday, June 22, 2007

BANGING YOUR HEAD AGAINST A WALL USES 150 CALORIES AN HOUR, DON'T TRY IT AT HOME, MAYBE AT WORK

21 June 2007
Hot Thursday (33 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2120 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 让懂你的人爱你 by 苏永康
Mood: *Well, that was Fun*

Some stuff that happened along the way since Tuesday, that is like 2 days ago only. You will be surprise how much crap can happen.

Firstly, as all you loyal readers would know, today is …. Summer Solstice. Yup, the longest day in the whole year (the shortest being Winter Solstice). So as of now, the sun rises at 5am and sets at 9… Other than the whole sunshine-into-room-early-in-the-morning thingy, I do like the beautiful morning sun, unless of course I am with a hangover or late night or worst fucking cows… In any case, this is my 4th Summer Solstice and well
, it will be the last of it.

No more 500 over cable TV programs, No more Toys; many things I have grown accustomed and liken to. It is kind of sad to leave here, loneliness aside, it is a quite a nice place actually. You can have authentic oriental cuisines (usually Japanese, Korean and Taiwanese) and top notch Oriental & American supermarkets which are more often a lot more bona fide than back home. Streets are clean, people are friendly, the weather is beautiful and yes, living the American dream; rich, poor or lost. But that is something I need to come to terms with (leaving here, not freedom). Such is life.

Also recently, I bought 8lb worth Gummy candies straight from Germany which supposedly to be the most authentic and best. That is about 4kg worth of corn syrup & gelatine. Some questions after seeing the parcel arrived; how to finish and how to go on a diet like this? Like Kwek say, all the jogging go down the drain with my drinking and smoking.

Talking about my title, I remember once, a long time back, my buddy Han and I were attending this lecture. We were sitting next to the walls and were pretty much bored, I mean, it’s a Lecture, how excited can you get? And we actually tested out this theory, albeit a little variation. It is only at that age that we can get away with almost anything, including murder. Haha.

On a side note, my boss was telling me how the past few days of leave was his best days so far; spending time with his family, tending his garden, moving his stuffs, basically just simple days. I don’t have the heart to tell him; hey that’s funny, so was mine… haha

Gosh, where did you go?

让懂你的人爱你 by 苏永康

你忘不了开始的甜蜜, 却怕想起未来的情景
他是会认错的听你哭泣, 直到下次又不小心忘记

你解释着孤寂和无力, 他却相信那只是情绪
当埋怨都变得没有意义, 你想留住的是什么东西

离开爱过的人和回忆, 怎能不挣扎不痛心
但是一个最难的决定, 往往是最好的决定

让懂你的人爱你, 重选一份值得坚持的感情
爱只要有一点点冲动就可以, 了解却少些默契都不行

让懂你的人爱你, 别舍不得过去只为了可惜
相爱不只是走进对方的生活, 更要能走入彼此的生命

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

TRY SAYING I’LL TRY TO SCHEDULE THAT INSTEAD OF WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?

19 June 2007
Hot Tuesday (35 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2120 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 忘了怎么说我爱你by 苏永康
Mood: *Well, that was Fun*

Same old same old… nothing much happened this mid week. Hopefully nothing major will happened from now till end of my tour here. Oh well, some things are beyond my control so why get stressed up. Just enjoy the Sunshine. In any case, weather here has been a little nasty lately… It is a little humid and hotter than what I imagine it to be… Yup, the temperature just hover around 34 degree and refuse to go down even at night; it is not funny when you step out of shower and started sweating. It feels just like… Singapore. Oh great, I have to remind me…

I don’t particularly dread going home. But it will be nice if I can get my job confirmation AND at the same time, rot too. Haha, oh well, humans are greedy by nature, never satisfied with what they have. On that note, cheebye organisation still humouring me on the job hunting. Though I wouldn’t be staying on for long but at least show some effort lah, then again, I said it, cheebye organisation so why bother…

Still no news on my other job applications, I know they are hot, but I didn’t know it is this red hot. On another lighter note, I can’t wait to get back to Singapore and err, well, did I tell you that I would love to see you again? Haha, so scandalous.

Didn’t really sleep in this weekend. I wonder why… Woke up at 6.30am on both Saturday & Sunday. So in the span of 4 hours before the movie at 10.30, I idle around, do my ironing, did a 4.5km run, shower, still got time for more waiting and after like a long delay, finally bought my morning ticket for the Fantastic 4 movie.

Fantastic 4 really not that fantastic (PUN all you want) and I think Jessica Alba is over hyped, she pretty meh? My bet is still on Kate Beckinsale, now that is classic beauty, ahha. Oh did I tell you I have been conscientiously jogging for the past month? Since May 15 till now, I clock a total of 36km (or 4.5Km per run). My aim is to have at least 100km before I go home. Quite doable, since I still have about 2 months plus haha. Maybe should up my mileage… whatever…

Oh yes, was telling my colleagues, we simple folks have led a charmed life after all. Nice Touch Bird

I still miss you, if only you had a name...

忘了怎么说我爱你by 苏永康

习惯醒来吻你每天毫无新鲜感的早起日子过得无法挑剔
疼你的好脾气从不计较我何时该深情幸福就像是个糖衣
直到我们对彼此不再好奇直到我们找不到话题突然感到恐惧

我忘了怎么说我爱你, 你纵容男人的不小心
不交谈的时候看你落寞神情, 心里一阵空虚

我忘了怎么说我爱你, 也忘了该强调我关心
当相处变演戏又没有好演技还要不要继续

等谁下决定
想的和说的总存在一些些的差距
我怕这样的结局

Monday, June 18, 2007

DICK? THAT IS YOUR NAME, RIGHT?

18 June 2007
Sunny Monday (25 Degree Celsius)
Morning @ 0805 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: Darth Vader Talking cock…
Mood: *So-So*

One interesting field of studies in my undergraduate years is the study of Human Behaviour. Not withstanding that we are more than mere mortal, which makes us technically more difficult than say studies of other animals for two simple reasons. One is that the volunteers come from the same species as the studied (as obvious), which both reduces their objectivity and causes complacency, or even fail to notice them altogether, like racism for example. A subcategory of volunteerism is that we actually volunteered our services compare to say; the guinea pig… As much as most wanted to believe, the pig DO NOT actually have a choice. The other being Culture.

Indeed, it is generally agreed that we have far more complex cultures than of other species we known and studied (sic). It is like an endless fascination for many. But it is wrong to assume that this is the cause of human nature, rather than a consequence. For example, this sort of reasoning is about the same (give or take) as mistaking the decorative makeup of a lady for her underlying beauty. Right, moving on, many of these questions (naturally) address sensitive issues of sex and violence, which is another reason why evolutionary psychology are not universally popular. Some interesting finds;

Helen Fisher (Rutgers University): Dissected the evolutionary factors that cause marriages to succeed or fail. She reckons, for example, that the tendency of females to prefer high-status mates is at odds with the increasing economic independence of women in the modern world (Man Hater is a classic example of what NOT to do if you are women… then again, its funny how she react to such…)

Laura Betzig (University of Michigan): Put an explicitly Darwinian spin on the tendency of powerful men to accumulate harems (Our Neighbour just proves this point…)

Randy Thornhill (Unversity of New Mexico): Physical beauty is far from being in the eye of the beholder. In fact, those features rated beautiful, most notably bodily symmetry, are good predictors of healthy, desirable attributes such as strong immune systems; in other words, aesthetic sensibilities such as Good Looks = Healthy… Understand?

Even murder has not escaped the attention of the evolutionary psychologists.

Martin Daly & Margo Wilson (McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario): Adults are far more likely to kill their stepchildren than their biological children. They then propose a Darwinian explanation for this; step-parents have no direct interest (in the evolutionary sense) in the welfare of stepchildren.

Last but not least, David Buss (University of Texas): Demonstrated experimentally what most people know intuitively; women value high status in a mate in a way that men do not.

These traits are not uniquely homo sapiens. Indeed, it is often comparison with other species that sparked the investigations in the first place. The males of many other species gather harems, and their females rarely do so. Female Swallows prefer their mates to have symmetrical tails and they are also more faithful to high-status males; both male lions and male baboons kill the infants of females in groups they have just taken over; and so on. Where evolutionary explanations of behaviour become really interesting is when they home in on what is unique to humanity. It is just like this short joke I am telling my colleagues;

Bill has 3 Gf and he has to decide which one to marry. So he gave them 10K each and told them to use it to their fullest potential

GF 1 hit the town and got herself the biggest diamond ring
GF 2 bought Bill the best suit and shoes
GF 3 invested the sum and made a neat profit of 100k for Bill

So who did Bill marry? He chose the one with the biggest breasts.

See told you its sexist liao…

Saturday, June 16, 2007

THE RISE OF THE MERITOCRACY

15 June 2007
Cool Friday (24 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2000 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 勇气 by 梁静茹
Mood: *I am ALIVE!!!*

Somewhere in the near past, sociologists have conjured up an image of a society obsessed with talent. The date was 2034, and psychologists had perfected the art of IQ testing. But far from promoting social harmony, the preoccupation with talent had produced social breakdown. The losers in the talent wars were doubly unhappy, conscious not only that they were failures but that they deserved to be failures. Eventually they revolted against their masters.

The rise of the talent elite has bred resistance, argument range from choosing people on the basis of their talents would "disorganise society and debase education" to dismiss IQ tests as "devices invented by Jews for the advancement of Jews" as we all have heard. Leftists also argued that meritocracies were not only unpleasant but unjust. If "talent" owed more to nature than nurture, as many social scientists insisted, then rewarding people for talent was tantamount to rewarding them for having privileged parents. Knowing who seems to matter less than knowing what you are. It seems awkward to the point of blasphemy that having lesser of the evil seems to be the action of day.

For example, following the logic of all homosexual confirm go to hell or as what the bible said it would, and if (for discussion purpose) all people will eventually end up there (hell, where else) unless they repent and accept certain criteria (such as God), then we might as well go homo? Of course, that is way beside the point but you get the message.

Let’s put this in perspective in the context of say, Singapore (meritocracy, not homosexuality). To some extent, it is notable and admirable that there are instances where people of lower caste are able to rise up to the upper echelon based solely on their merits; either super smart or being super lucky. Armed with a prestigious scholarship and off to a new start in life, we can safely assume to be better. True also, that you don’t need to be born with a silver spoon (though that would very much help in most ways you can never imagine). But seriously, who are they trying to kid? These examples are at best what people in POWER conjure up to spice up the meritocracy theory and also trying to boost their offspring’s’ chances in later life. Like Killing so many birds with one stone, Ah how so you might ask… Well, let’s just say for most instances, it is who you are related to that matter, nothing else.

From a very Confucius dominated society, the ruling party knows this only too well. That is why I suspect that these scholarships are used blatantly to give the much needed nudge for their children. Nothing wrong with that, especially the fundamentals are still you know, the same throughout the years. But nothing is said about the statistics. Statistics to show that having powerful parents (like Member of Parliaments, Ministers) equate to offspring getting the coveted scholarship and at the same time, not robbing a slot for the more deserving (poorer? who knows). I am sure there is one, hidden somewhere in some backwater government agencies, one that will not see the light of any given day. And I can be (to some certainty) that it could well be in the upper end of the median. I mean, come on, surely you can’t be expecting the children of say the Prime Minister NOT getting any scholarship right? Even if in the worst case scenario, he is (God forbid) an average Joe, surely amongst the many prizes, one would be willing to present him that extra nudge? Not least his dad is your ONE & Only Boss that matters.

Again, I am not saying it is wrong, heck, I am totally for it. Which parents would not want to provide the best for their kids and within reasonable means (legality is so passé), give the right amount of push to see that he will eventually succeed in life? There are of course checks & balances in place, you can argued until the cow decomposed on its transparency, but the truth is, not many really care about which ministers or MP’s kids getting a slice of the pie; people of lower caste will and have not been deprived of it if they have proven their worth. So far so good… Yup, So far so good. At least I have not heard of any cow peh-ing on this. But then, our media are pretty controlled item here, so yup, there you have it, might as well go and fuck cow, right?


Then there is the case of making it palatable. Of course we now know of the public sentiments for various hikes done throughout this year. The backlash is not inevitable; ministerial pay rise, GST, Nets and now Holy mother of Cows, Starhub. Not that I am a sports fan, which I am really not but still, I advocate a little tact. Yup, still quite tactless after a few misses with the PR. Surely someone in the public relations office should get the sack. Given, there are no better ways to tell the masses the bad news, but they could do it with more diplomacy. Well, if there’s an Oscar for the insincerest pig ever, it should be the PR guy from Starhub trying to smoke his way (with a certain Bushism tendency I may add); take it or leave it, if cannot leave (because of Contract), haha, Too bad, you can kiss my ass in the meantime. You see, it is precisely this kind of attitude that got the most flak. He is lucky, he don’t have to answer to the powerful senate committees on such a hike. Sometime, just sometime, I wonder how much wayward our system is compare to say, the US.

I mean our wondrous government is trying to play down its fault while trying to celebrate the defaults of others but then for whatever reasons, the other works! Even in a place as huge and diverse as the US. Ya lah, it reek of pork barrel politics and all for show only but hey, I bet my last cent Starhub wouldn’t dare to raise a penny if they did not have hard data up for scrutiny. And the committee will ask really darn powerful questions in front of national television (more because you have not bribed him enough, or worst, slept with his daughter). Yup, some American actually bothers to see the proceeding err, like me but that’s another story. As I was telling my colleagues over lunch today, you don’t have to be the smartest to become the president (for example), all you need is to be surrounded by ablest and brightest people. Same goes for the committee; you think you can dismiss those old fools on the pedestal, haha, don’t forget, for every senator, there are like a thousand of staffers giving him a five cent worth of data (compare to your miserable penny). And to appear an Idiot in front of these old men are not your best retirement policy.

One Notable tactless example which sprang to mind is the recent pay review done by my company; a graduate executive could earn over & above the entry pay of most engineering graduates just 3 years back. And for that matter, my human resources are not helping either. They have snubbed me for my Winner Mentality and hardwork. If that is not enough, they added that having winner mentality (as my below cartoon shows) does not equal to automatic recognition, one must go through some placement exercise like bootlicking and only when it is approved, then it will be taken into account.

So I was thinking, Other things being equal, in my case for instance, it makes more sense to quit and rejoin the company, and in between time, earn a better paycheck and with less responsibility. So you see, good old hard work and having a winner mentality would not make a difference to one life’s in this company. But seriously, if I have a winner mentality, why would I stay on?

Oh yes, forgotten, Starhub and my company are owned by the government… Ah, silly bird. Of course no need to answer to anyone lah, as the saying goes, Let the MILKING began! As the saying also goes, Honesty is the best policy, but then insanity is a better defence in case I get sued for defamation. Oh well that’s life, ain’t sweet but I guess it is ok for now.

Miss you, Yup, still do ;)

Hope you missed me too…


Thursday, June 14, 2007

SEMPER FIDELIS, ALWAYS FAITHFUL

13 June 2007
Rainy Wednesday (27 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2100 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 勇气 by 梁静茹
Mood: *Still Head Aching*

Didn’t have a good sleep last night, maybe my boss is right, I am allergic to all the moving boxes which stood at 100 at last count. My headache, insomnia and slight scratch throat all seems to link to one common denominator, the moving boxes. Ah, how nice. And you know what is more interesting? I got to live with them for at least another 2 months. Oh shoot…

Oh well, therein lies another problem or a dilemma if you must; how am I going to inventoried 100 boxes worth of stuffs. Given, I think I will only need to have about 70 since the rest are like daily used items and hence not going to keep stock. Sigh, it is at times like this that I wish there is a maid at home doing all these for me. haha, but hey, like Shrek used to say, better out than in (whatever that means).

You know, I wasted a good part of my life away; taking the average lifespan of a male Singaporean (which according to CIA year book is roughly 78 years), I am left with like 50 plus years to go. ARGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, 50 fricking years to go! Oh well, better find a significant other and settle down soon. Oh just received news, my best friend is getting ROM. Awww, ain’t that sweet.

But seriously, still on the issue of my little ill lately, I think I am down with something. I am feeling unwell now, but not to the extent of terrible pain but weak, general weakness. SOMETHING is indeed draining away my strength and life energy. Hmm, wonder, oh wonder, what could be it? Must be the moving boxes… Oh duh.

It is like this new year day countdown in Paris. There are so many people around, sometime I wonder, how many of them are really for the countdown? It is apparent when some of them are just there for the sake of being there, you know, those once a year thingy. Most just want a reason to get drunk and be merry. You can't blame them really... it is part and parcel of being human, we are after all, animals, in a literal sense that is. You see, the main reason being human is just trying to justify our very existence that's all, simple and short. So it does, it all boils down to our very existence and survival.

Ah my entry today makes no sense? That’s because I am super exhausted and well, tired. So I shall bid Au Revoir and Good Night.

What if I meet myself? Would it make a difference?

遇见另一个自己 by 莫文蔚 & 李宗盛

梦到在相遇地点, 对当初的自己道歉
梦里我能颠倒时间, 对当初爱我的人拒绝

你将和自己擦肩, 然后会发现两个自己, 在现实梦境有同一张惊讶的脸

我坐下和我自己聊天, 我和我我们都觉得很累
一个想远离是非, 另一个却大声说别退

每次爱与爱交会, 对谁都是一种冒险
只是赢的人幸福输的人憔悴

我走进回忆, 去见另一个自己, 我想问她也许奇怪的问题
你走进回忆, 遇见另一个自己, 告诉你伤心其实合理
走进回忆走进问题, 才能走出伤心痛是因为爱还有力气

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

ELEPHANTS ARE THE ONLY ANIMALS THAT CANNOT JUMP (OK, SO THAT WOULD BE A GOOD THING)

12 June 2007
Overcast Tuesday (27 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2200 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 勇气 by 梁静茹
Mood: *Still Head Aching but better*

Sometime all you need is a simple hi and it will make my day seems so… brightly lit.

Like Now… Wish you well and happy

And maybe can strike that lottery I am telling you about. haha

勇气 by 梁静茹

终于做了这个决定
别人怎么说我不理
只要你也一样的肯定

我愿意天涯海角都随你去
我知道一切不容易
我的心一直温习说服自己
最怕你忽然说要放弃

爱真的需要勇气
来面对流言蜚语
只要你一个眼神肯定
我的爱就有意义

我们都需要勇气
去相信会在一起
人潮拥挤我能感觉你
放在我手心里你的真心

如果我的坚强任性
会不小心伤害了你
你能不能温柔提醒
我虽然心太急更害怕错过你



Monday, June 11, 2007

3 YEARS AGO, MAN EVERY DOG SURE HAS ITS DAYS

10 June 2007
Overcast Sunday (25 Degree Celsius)
Evening @ 2120 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 哭砂 by张惠妹
Mood: *Not as Sick as a Dog now*

Yup, 3 years ago I left Singapore with only a suitcase worth of stuffs. Never been travelling more than 4 hours away (on vehicle somemore) from Singapore and never has the money to anyway, haha. No choice, Poor church Bird, pathetic pay, lousy dead end job, stressful studies, the works. Anyway 3 years back I got nothing much to bring to US. So with one suitcase, off I went to a faraway place, only hear about it in press, papers and internet. Given another chance? Why Ya, I will still do it.

Oh yes, that was 3 years ago.

How time flies, I can still vividly remember the stocking up of items for my shipment to US. Bao Bao did the shopping with me, how time flies, yup, so many things have happened; while not intentionally my ideal situation, but it is something I come to accept.

What lies in Singapore? I seriously have no idea and sometime I think I am very much fucked but then hey that’s life.

So to solve my loneliness and the terrible winter cold, like migrating birds, I flew home every year since at every given opportunity. Yup, been home in July 05, Jan 06 & Feb 07. That’s a lot of trips, plus my Europe holidays, now you know why I left only 5 days of my present year leaves. Haha, die man, how to take extended holidays now? Well, if there’s a will, there’s a way.

I was hoping that you can come to US and have a break. You know, away from all the hustle and bustle of life. Oh I’ll be still here in case you decide to come. At least for the time being…

Love this song by the way, one of the first few songs I tried on my guitar when I first started learning it. Oh it is good, the song I mean, we shall leave my singing to another day. This version is by 张惠妹, some variation but same good old feeling.

哭砂 by 张惠妹

你是我最苦涩的等待, 让我欢喜又害怕未来
你最爱说你是一颗尘埃, 偶而会恶作剧的飘进我眼里
宁愿我哭泣不让我爱你, 你就真的像尘埃消失在风里

难得来看我却又离开我, 让那手中泻落的砂像泪水流

你是我最痛苦的抉择, 为何你从不放弃飘泊
海对你是那么难分难舍, 你总是带回满口袋的砂给我
难得来看我却又离开我, 让那手中泻落的砂像泪水流

风吹来的砂落在悲伤的眼里
谁都看出我在等你

风吹来的砂堆积在心理
是谁也擦不去的痕迹

风吹来的砂穿过所有的记忆
谁都知道我在想你

风吹来的砂冥冥在哭泣
难道早就预言了分离

BE PREPARED TO FEEL AT TIMES LIKE THE FAMILY DOG, YOUR NEEDS WILL COME, LIKE LAST...

10 June 2007
Overcast Sunday (25 Degree Celsius)
Morning @ 1220 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 乱了 by 关淑怡
Mood: *Sick as a Dog*

It has been a long while since I fall sick, after last afternoon, my head began to ache like crazy and the body shivering. Guess that’s flu coming, I mean the weather is a little erratic these days, sometime gone up to 34 while others, down to 25, so we ought to expect things like this sickness, err, right?

Also I got the moving boxes last morning and have since packing and inventoried the whole lot. In between all these packing, I have to tahan the incinerating pain that kept creeping out of nowhere and even the cigarettes taste funny but then its French, some food for thought hor.

My eyes are tearing and I just couldn’t sleep well, the continuous sharp snap of pain on my head kept me awake for the whole night. Argh, never sees a doctor here before and but did buy some off the shelves medicine though. Whatever it is, I am surviving on Panadols here. Something to keep the pain in head away and let me just has that sweet nectar rejuvenating 15 minute of nap… make that 10 hours haha.

Talking about effort, saw this cross dresser at lunch over at Epicurean (the Weighing machine Lunch). I have nothing against them, well, if anything I thought they are pretty brave and confident, living the life they wanted but nothing that has happened could have prepared me for this scene. I was happily eating when my colleague told in angst that “That’s a man?”.

Holy Shoot, when I saw that chap, oh boy, I nearly lost my breakfast (too expensive to lose my lunch). He never even makes an effort, he got short hair, beard and expose his hairy legs, all he ever did was wearing a long dress, that type you associate with obasan, yup, those. Not even a pantyhose or something, hmm, was that intentional?

Was telling Kwek that I simply love my life; everyday eat, smoke, drink, fuck (I wish), then smoke somemore, eat, drink and fucking (in dreams). Who can beat that? Oh yes, Aunty Kwek, thanks for reading leh haha, I must remember to buy you a cat’s calendar for next year.

乱了 by 关淑怡

多年以前, 你忘了说再见
独自远走天边, 留下我一个人, 慢慢熬煎

经过多年, 一切都已改变
悲伤不再那么明显, 记忆中你的脸, 慢慢的变浅

我已经走出你的天, 隐藏起我的眷恋
当我再度回到伤心的街边, 你却站在我面前
你已经等了一个冬天

我心我情, 负载不起这样的改变
熟悉的城市, 依然变化万千
我们却彷佛又回到原点

我心我情, 承受不起这样的画面
过时的影片, 怎么会是我伤心的主演
这一切是不是上天对我的亏欠

Friday, June 8, 2007

OH I SNEEZE TWICE, DID YOU MISS ME?

7 June 2007
Sunny Thursday (28 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 1020 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 你是我的唯一 by巫启贤
Mood: *Yup, you are my only one*

Yup, while working hard (for once) in the morning. I am getting my fair share of blogging inspiration lately; been writing non-stop since like ages ago. Little wonder that I do what I do; depression write, happy also write and lagi lan lan write even more. Oh my, what a world, welcome to my world then.

Yes, you are right, I do smoke and more often than I wish it wouldn’t. You see, the only reason for my increased frequencies is that I get into boredom and (more often) depression quite easily. Not necessary being addicted to it but because it can calm me down or at least I hope it does. For whatever reasons why I took it up, that is history though I feel you should know that something in life do change while others don’t, us included.

Sometime some things are better left unsaid. It is not at all a sad thing being in a one-sided love; at least for my part it kept my sanity. No fanfare, no triumphant roar, just plain old bird watching the world go by, wishing that you were here with me.

where would you be?

你是我的唯一 by巫启贤

很想给你写封信 告诉你这里的天气
昨夜的那一场电影 还有我的心情

很想给你写封信 却只是想想而已
我已经不能肯定 你是不是还会关心

爱与不爱都需要勇气 于是我们都选择了逃避
爱与不爱都需要勇气 于是我们都选择了逃避

或许你不相信 我很满意这样的结局
或许你不相信 我没有一丝的埋怨和悔意
虽然你是我的最初
虽然你是我的最终 虽然你是我的唯一

Thursday, June 7, 2007

WHAT GOES UP CAN NEVER COME DOWN: LAW OF GST & NOW NETS… FUCKING NETS

6 June 2007
Sunny Wednesday (29 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2120 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 假想敌by 蔡健雅
Mood: *Am I not Good Enough for You?*

I assumed that since I am going home soon, shouldn’t I be lobo or going to lobo kind of things? Don’t know what went wrong, perhaps star not align properly, work just kept coming in and if that is not enough, sometime electronics stuffs go haywire and nabei, me have to solve. Damn irritating for the whole half of the week and now, only now, able to get some much needed free time. It is always like this, whenever I am leaving for somewhere, sure got cheebye things to do. It doesn’t help that my mood is perpetually in depression.

Anyway, as I always do when I am fucking irritated; I wash my car, at 2pm after lunch. After like what seems like an eternity of trying to make sense of my environment, I grab keys, light a stick and wash my car, in the full view of the entire offices’ humans. I think they must be gossiping like crazy, why Bird always dare to wash car during office hour. Well, simply because I got balls and they don’t. Beside, I am in a fucking fowl mood, so anyone who dare make a sarcastic comments sure kena blasted by me. I was hoping fat Indian make some noise but alas, he is a gutless chicken, only knows how to backstab, ball-less and yellow. Make my day please, catch me on my fowl mood day and see how much I can let go on him. That would be interesting.

On a wonderful side note, I spend a grand total of S$5.5K yesterday, buying my long awaited books, that is (if you must know) 145 books, all meticulously selected, review thru the long past days and finally found the balls to click the purchase button. So now, I am a proud owner of books worth S$10K. I like the feeling of receiving gifts at workplace, that is, the stuffs I ordered just pop up daily from everywhere. Perks me up every time, some how, it make the day seems less blue. Actually it never makes any difference but that’s beside the point. A new purchase is a new purchase and nothing can beat the feeling of opening newly minted items. Someone also once told me that opening new items are like fucking a virgin, first time precious… that I reserved my comments.

Whenever I get irritated, I go for a long run nowadays and it does help, to an extent. Last time run 3.5km nearly died cock standing, now still go at that distance, only faster. I think I like to torture myself (yup, see elsewhere on why I like doing that). I have forgotten the pleasure of pushing myself to an inch and feel the euphoria aftermath. Argh, for whatever reasons, I hope to have a good weekend of doing nothing but rot at home.

假想敌by 蔡健雅

分开感觉原本没那么疼
相爱过程两人都诚恳
平心静气调整或许还能
把他看成老朋友般的同等身份
可惜人都抵不过自尊
不恨听起来太愚蠹

不闻不问怕自已平静的心再沸腾
爱过的人都非得当成假想的敌人
不闻不问却反复提醒自己有伤痕
冷漠的人得在狠下心前先对自己残忍

回忆亲昵口吻亲密眼神
难以平衡暧昧感觉如何能调整
总之界限要清楚划分
以防自己还想要等

Monday, June 4, 2007

SUDDENLY MY SKIES BRIGHTENED UP A LOT

3 June 2007
Rainy Sunday (27 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2120 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 趁早 by 张惠妹
Mood: *Am I not?*

I used to wake up very early even on a Sunday morning but today, something deter me. Ah yes, I have the ability to know a good day to sleep in or not… I’m kidding you, it was raining so what else can I do? I can’t get out of bed and go jogging in the rain (tempting as it might sound) and certainly not going to get myself sick. Oh well, so only woke up at 8am. Sheesh, while millions are still lazing in bed, I had to call my waking hours as later…

On another side note, spend the morning watching my DVDs, had a quick lunch and proceed to rot at home. The curry was not that fantastic and I suspect it has something to do with me, oh well, bad cook is a bad cook. Especially when I don’t have the patience to do it slowly or getting it right. Getting it right? For goodness sake, it comes pre-mixed, how wrong can I get? Food (for all its intent and purpose) is to keep one’s full and satisfied. Not sure about the satisfaction part, but I am full. That takes a lot of courage.

Try to finish my mountains of past magazines (and counting), but only succeeded (on a good day) one magazine only. Alas, I am a slow reader, mostly because I prefer to read every article (did I mention magazines I read consist of Economist and other hard sciences?). Now you know why I do what I do. I read because no one wants to talk to me. Haha, it’s a joke… come on, laugh it out will you?

What better way to spend a lazy raining Sunday than rotting at home. Since also I have nowhere else to go. Been to the supermarkets, bookstores (Both Borders and Barnes & Nobles), Sports Authority (sporting Goods… I am that bored) and all that on working weekdays. Sometime I feel better knowing that the places I am going have fewer crowds than say, weekends. Hate the idea of having to squeeze between huge chunks of walking lards and homo sapiens. Maybe that is why no one wants to talk to me… Haha, I am such a joker. Never mind.

It was a nice way to end the night by chatting with you. Goodness, it seems like forever that I actually had such a nice chat with you on the MSN. Oh well, good things are not meant to last (as I profess in my earlier entries), that’s the way life is.

趁早 by 张惠妹

到后来才发现爱你是一种习惯
我学会和你说一样的谎

你总是要我在你身旁, 说幸福该是什么模样
你给我的天堂 , 其实是一片荒凉

要是我早可以和你一刀两断
我们就不必在爱里勉强

可是我真的不够勇敢, 总为你忐忑为你心软
毕竟相爱一场, 不要谁心里带着伤

我可以永远笑着扮演你的配角, 在你的背后自己煎熬
如果你不想要, 想退出要趁早
我没有非要一起到老

我可以不问感觉, 继续为爱讨好
冷眼的看着你的骄傲

若有情太难了, 想别恋要趁早
就算迷恋你的拥抱
忘了就好

Sunday, June 3, 2007

ONE MAN’S URINE IS ANOTHER MAN’S DRINKING WATER

2 June 2007
Sunny Saturday (35 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2120 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 我们都是贪爱的人by 苏永康
Mood: *Happier… for now*

Today was a long and hot day. How so? In the morning, I was at a garage sale (first time) and for the first time also, actually participated in it. Sold off most of my unwanted stuffs and you will be surprised how things get so easily offloaded when the selling price falls below sea level. So the theory goes; One man’s urine is another man’s drinking water. Of course as we now know, that was in reference to my sales, not the Singapore NEWater, so stop the cynical smirk.

Yesterday went to Colleague’s house to help him offload some unwanted furniture, had dinner and talk cock a bit. Yup, it was also mentioned in the last entry that I was feeling terrible (akin to my world crushing down) but I got over it with more liquor and smoke (actually, I did only one stick…). It is not the healthiest (Vodka & Cigarettes, come on man…) nor the best brainy (had a little hangover in the morning) but it is something I do to make sense of my sanity.

Later in the day, when the weather is boiling hot, I drove all the way down to collect the GPS from my new boss (came here to recce the place he says) before he flew back home. At the same time, like killing 2 birds with a stone (something I always advocate for maximum efficiency), I also took the opportunity to see Man Hater off. Yup, she ended her work here today. That somehow summed up the day’s events. But alas, like my guiding principles, such things are such contrivances, just like everything else around us, for the sake of appearance.

Well, I still miss you…

我们都是贪爱的人 by 苏永康

我站在镜子前, 看着昨夜渐渐的走远
早晨的空气太冷

剃刀划过脸的边缘, 割断了昨夜滋长的纠结
刀锋的感觉太冷

感觉不到你的体温, 杯边却残留着你的印痕
想起了你温热的唇, 耳边有一种隐隐的疼

我们都是贪爱的人, 所以才会爱得那么沉
占有彼此每一寸, 不分晨昏

我们都是贪爱的人, 所以才会痛得那么深
哪怕燃尽一生的缘份, 没有回程

Saturday, June 2, 2007

HOW DO YOU EAT AN ELEPHANT? ONE BITE AT A TIME

1 June 2007
Sunny Friday (35 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2220 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 如果这是我爱你最好的距离by 苏永康
Mood: *Crushed*

I am losing it, and it is getting more apparent as the day goes; I just couldn’t concentrate, and worst of all, my sanity fluctuate between the hours. It got quite bad just now during dinner with my colleagues; I wanted out but decided otherwise, so I endured till I return home. I was so lost and helpless during my meal, I just wish it could end faster. The only saving grace is talking to the baby, she is like a lifeline for me, at least it kept me focus on reality itself. Pathetic as it might sound, I am actually losing my battle.

If I know the extend of my loneliness, the pain of losing myself and sanity away, what then would I do? I will still waste it all away alone.

All is but a dream; and I am living in it.

Still loving this song and I have been singing it like ever so often at work… It is seriously a nice song

如果这是我爱你最好的距离 by 苏永康

一天寄一张, 没有地址的明信片给你, 今天在东京明天在巴黎
只想告诉你, 我身不由己学不会分离, 不断寻找, 逐渐模糊的回忆

一天送一束, 没有署名的玫瑰给你, 假装是你我还在一起
在没有你的国度里, 好好专心的想你, 不断逃避, 我的心就不会死去

如果这是我爱你最好的距离, 我愿意永远的离开你
如果这是你给我最温柔的暗示, 我可以永远的忘了你

如果这是我爱你最好的距离, 我愿意欺骗我自己离开你
如果这是你给我最温柔的等待, 我可以孤单的走下去

PS: Entry a little incoherent, partly due to my state of sanity but I will blame it on a fifth of Vodka in my blood stream. I love to waste my life away, don’t I?

Friday, June 1, 2007

如果这是我爱你最好的距离

31 May 2007
Sunny Thursday (33 Degree Celsius)
Afternoon @ 1420 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: 如果这是我爱你最好的距离by 苏永康
Mood: *Oh well…*

I was thinking, if it wasn’t for my mom, then there would be no reasons whatsoever to be alive now. I mean I have nothing to look forward to, nothing to come home to and certainly nothing in sight for anything, vis-à-vis say love. So basically I am a hollow shell, living for the sake of the next meal and maybe trying to stay alive. Not the best of thoughts (in my long list of random reflections) but I think it is the truest feeling I had for ages. How more years can I live here? I wouldn’t know, but what if we want to know, would that makes life more predictable and perhaps less/more morbid?

For all its intent and purpose, I was hoping for Blossoming in my love life but after 30 years of wilderness, guess I would just have to accept the barren of it; it is hard no doubt about it but that’s life. No one says it will be nice, does it?

Things people do never fails to marvel me. Take one lady for example, sent me one full page of email never mind, still have the energy to reply full page emails 3 consecutive times somemore. In the end, I still cannot understand what she wants… So I did what I do best, read first line, if it doesn’t make sense, delete and move on to Coffee break. But I wouldn’t be that cruel too. In a way, I pitied her, no one actually bothers to read and reply her and yet she put all her energy in crafting the reply. She must be feeling rather bitter having to deal with scumbags who don’t see her side of the story. Like I said, that’s life; either you are there or trying to get there. For me? I simply drop out of the race. Not my style I know but if you are in my shoes and knowing the extent of turmoil I face every waking minute, you would do the same thing too.

My mood has also become increasing unpredictable. I get agitated by little things and simply in depression almost every other day. I am kidding on the other day depression though it is not far from it. I would love to enjoy the day, admiring the flowers, seeing how beautiful life is but I just can’t. I don’t have the patience and strength to live through the process; it seems I have too many things on my mind and it always screaming for my attention. A comparison would be me taking your hands and go for a stroll but that wouldn’t be possible, right? I am that helpless in face of reality. I hate reality but not as much as it is the product of my own anxiety, confusion and possible denial. All of it would inevitably cause (one thing or the other) my own perception and ultimate acceptance of life’s little baggage. Remember this book; Bitter with Baggage Seeks Same. It is exactly that (give & take).

Funny stuff this dream thing also. I dreamt I was out with LK last night. Like I said, funny stuffs these dreams are made of. Oh well, if there is any consolation, I remembered you singing this song a decade aback… Yup, still vividly remember the way you end the chorus. Something to remember you by I guess. And so you know too, we are that old already and I miss you.

如果这是我爱你最好的距离 by 苏永康

一天寄一张, 没有地址的明信片给你, 今天在东京明天在巴黎
只想告诉你, 我身不由己学不会分离
不断寻找, 逐渐模糊的回忆

一天送一束, 没有署名的玫瑰给你, 假装是你我还在一起
在没有你的国度里, 好好专心的想你
不断逃避, 我的心就不会死去

如果这是我爱你最好的距离, 我愿意永远的离开你
如果这是你给我最温柔的暗示, 我可以永远的忘了你

如果这是我爱你最好的距离, 我愿意欺骗我自己离开你
如果这是你给我最温柔的等待, 我可以孤单的走下去