A 4 wheels drive turbo machine is rallying through this unmanned forest. The co-pilot, whose life is on driver's hand, gives supporting information the driver needs to take on every corner. The driver, followed co-pilot's supportive command, focus on handling the WRC towards goal as they make road with trust.
The machine, with turbo boosted dynamic power from chemical power feeding all wheels, glide to the right direction and crawl out of the corner with power of combustion. No need of a perfect road, they champion the exploration of nature with passions and engineering for all conditions.
December 20, 2007
December 12, 2007
Driving gala
The sky is clear and blue, a fresh morning breeze slip through my back urges me to get into the event. After being route by a series of order signals, I am finally on my mark to merge in to the opening event. Participants sailing, rushing in their track with shining sparks of sun; without attitude, everyone just go moves, boldly, forward or dodging off ramp to their way point, its a blessing to be in sunny California.
By the end of day, both body and mind energy have been rapid discharged for eight hours, the finishing event styles totally different then just the reverse of the opening. The red line is filled with expressions like hold on, don't push and stress while crawling through. On the other side, is a noble parade made up of pairs and pairs of illuminating eyes.
In the middle of this red and white stripe, isolated in the compartment, enjoying the satisfaction of achieving a day of work, "Android, Directory, Restaurant, Gourmet, Detail, Select. Android, Selection, Reservation, Table for 2, Notes: Please breath me a fruity one, Call. Android, Selection, GPS, Route, Go!"
By the end of day, both body and mind energy have been rapid discharged for eight hours, the finishing event styles totally different then just the reverse of the opening. The red line is filled with expressions like hold on, don't push and stress while crawling through. On the other side, is a noble parade made up of pairs and pairs of illuminating eyes.
In the middle of this red and white stripe, isolated in the compartment, enjoying the satisfaction of achieving a day of work, "Android, Directory, Restaurant, Gourmet, Detail, Select. Android, Selection, Reservation, Table for 2, Notes: Please breath me a fruity one, Call. Android, Selection, GPS, Route, Go!"
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I miss lunch
November 10, 2007
Run for rest, run!
One important duty of sales is to social, reach out and meet people. So basically clubbing, drinking and limited flirting around is skill by nature. However this kind of networking differs from intellectual property or knowledge that learned in private time, every character is a living human, will do or refuse things that other billions of human might do or refuse so. What lies beneath gray area is of willingness in between, friends by likeness of peer not necessarily power nor winner.
Anyways, the fashion of places that I used to go drink have a different style from mainstream bars. We play meaningless games that shout loudly and the loser gets stress releasing penalty, or the prize, which is the beer. After 2:00 a.m. (no alcohol after 2 a.m.) those who over stressed simply got drunk and its time for their peers to show their fraternity. By driving them home and drop them by the mail box, move them from the table of vomit to the toilet bowl or force them to walk back into the room supported by his best man (paid by the memory loss night that someone borrowed some money) with girl friend wiping the sweat and blames from peer to ease self.
A precious night of sweet dream is awarded, until the next day when the anvil of work is back on shoulder.
Run for rest, run for the rest and of us.
Anyways, the fashion of places that I used to go drink have a different style from mainstream bars. We play meaningless games that shout loudly and the loser gets stress releasing penalty, or the prize, which is the beer. After 2:00 a.m. (no alcohol after 2 a.m.) those who over stressed simply got drunk and its time for their peers to show their fraternity. By driving them home and drop them by the mail box, move them from the table of vomit to the toilet bowl or force them to walk back into the room supported by his best man (paid by the memory loss night that someone borrowed some money) with girl friend wiping the sweat and blames from peer to ease self.
A precious night of sweet dream is awarded, until the next day when the anvil of work is back on shoulder.
Run for rest, run for the rest and of us.
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Till Death do I stop
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