The Evolutionary Birth of Evolutionary Ideas

If we have advanced so far down the evolution line, why do we still get food stuck behind our teeth?

Possible Evolutionary Solutions

A. Tongue long enough to reach the back of your mouth (now everyone can touch their nose)

B. Flexible jaw movements to squeeze out the stuck food (more chompin' power too)

C. Slippery teeth (eat chewy sweet w/o having to worry abt 'em being stuck!)

D. Wider rear jaw cavity (which will also solve the problem of me biting my rear gums)

E. Circular mouth (no edges/narrow cavity!)

F. Acidic saliva (dissolves whatever food left in the mouth)

G. Pyramid-shaped teeth (lots of bite, & food can pass through them easily, but everyone'll have ugly smiles)

I don't know, but these sure make good reading material on wacky chewing gum wrappers.

A Walk Along The Promenade

A boomerang route which takes you away from the hustle of the city, through the scenic coastline, & then throws you back into all the buzz.



The forgotten Marina Promenade park, especially the section after the Benjamin Sheares bridge. Past that, round the tip of the park, the City skyline disappears & the Tanjong Rhu mushroom condos bloom, beside the Indoor Stadium in its all grandeur, changing ambient lights & all, reflections lighting up the Kallang River.

To look at clusters of buildings from afar, where tiny bustling activities flickering through the windows dim & sink into the bigger picture of uniform rows of square lights, the buzz dissipated & dissolved into peaceful air as the static silhoutte of the skyline looms, bright glowing red clouds fluttering past the streetlit twilight sky behind. The dormant concrete creatures lie silent, their tranquil character conceals all activities ever so silently. Or rather, drained of the bustling activities that infect them in the day, these buildings stand ever so grandly against the nightsky backdrop.
Whatever the case, it was a calming sight to behold, to dissolve all your worries.

Streetlights

Burn & crackle
Bit by bit the skies glow
Not by the twinkling of Heaven's eyes
Nor the sparkling mirror of the 15th
Now dye the skies a fiery crimson
Humming along a rythm of illuminance
As the machines churn & the chimneys smoke
The big old industrial age lingers on
In the red midnight mist that shrouds
The empty roads of flustering newspapers
Flicker no more these electrical fires
A constant stream of nostalgia
Floods of thoughts
Gorges of emotions
Swarms through the epic millenia battleground
Where love is forged in the fires of the soul
A ringing resonance to the rush of red mist down the streets
Overwhelming

And the second hand ticks
Everything was quiet again.

A Spectator's View of GE '06

And so, while the PAP is preparing for the lap forward by introducing new blood in every forthcoming election, mrbrown is not about to be outdone & is working hard training his next-generation of subtly sharp critics. & he has learnt from the PAP's mistake & started his training in Chinese. the mrbrown show 6 May 2006: the persistently non-political podcast no. 9.

While maybe he should consider Malay too, after Mr. Low deduced that he lost Aljunied because he did not get the support of the Malay community there.

& that's the end of the little fun we could enjoy of our government system. Or is there a sequel?

The PM promised robust debates when the Parliament meets again next time. Strange that he expects his own younger team counterparts to make even more noise than the 2 opposition representatives. & speaking of which I haven't heard much from them too in the past 5 years. But I could never forget the opposition member who rises from the ashes only to fall again. The one who got personal recommendation from SM Goh himself, but sadly announced his retreat from politics after his 3rd failed attempt this time. Better keep all your naked baby photos safe in a metal biscuit box, because what is artistic can always be slapped with a R21 rating & be called "suggestive". But then again, I can see one of the key criteria to being a nation's leader is to have a boring life, because then they would all be safe from third-world politics & concentrate on their work. Their most exciting day out would be a game of golf, their most dangerous hobby would be a strenous workout at the gym, & the only time they are featured on newspapers are for opening ceremonies of CCs, ground walkabouts. All business. It's 50 times worse than being a celebrity. At least being a star gives you the right to flaunt what you have.

By the way, our leaders only get a standing ovation once every 5 years. It must be hard for them to persevere on behind the scenes each long day.

& while the PAP leaders got their orchid garlands & victorious moments bathing in the limelight, which would be the only motivation to last them for the next 5 years, our opposition man had to endure rain along a sheltered walkway, & appeared on national TV in an interview recorded with a 3G handphone, with his face in the dark. No floodlights & big crowds, no studio lights & white screens, not even a camera light. He was just a silhouette, his voice littered with raindrops, barely audible. Just the setting for someone who lost, all pride & fighting spirit. & it was just days ago that he brought up a unique issue that is closely related to the heartlands, one that was left unnoticed & undebated but hits a chord with many voters. He brought up the issue of allowance for the grandparents if they took care of children, or something like that. It wasn't much of an issue with me, but my Mum was enthusiastically giving words of consent, & if anything is important to her, it must have struck the chords of the housewife community out there too, which is like half the Singapore population. Or rather its influential powers equate to that of half a population of individuals. Can you ever outdo a housewife at a bargain? Or outsay your mum when she told you to clean your room?

So all election matters have been drawn to a close, because if we don't & keep arguing on, we would have to call it a morning. But they are famous for having hangovers after staying up too late last night, so in all their grumpiness they decided good ol' friend Gomez should foot the bill of last night's fun & laughter. & so he was arrested under the bar chor mee act.

So let's see which one comes up first, a charge (or charges) against Gomez, lift upgrading for Potong Pasir, PM Lee's concrete plan for the next 5 years, or the next General Elections '11.

I Love That Thoughtful Look

Meaning dissolves with time. Things that you wanted to say, but after a second, it becomes "never mind". Thoughts you felt compelled to tell, but after an hour, they become small & insignificant to blog. Maybe some things are better not said, in a world already confusing enough. So let this short entry gives you more time to think for yourself, & keep them precious thoughts to yourself, always meaningful.