come with me
together
we'd climb the stairs
up,
level eight
the hall fellow's balcony
we'd take a drag or two
and pray he don't come out.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
It's Raining
don't you like it
when it rains,
but we're safely dry indoors?
wet outside
it's HUGE
lightning
and rumbling
her
crimson
nails
she
dreamily
stares
at
when it rains,
but we're safely dry indoors?
wet outside
it's HUGE
lightning
and rumbling
her
crimson
nails
she
dreamily
stares
at
On a Fruit Salad
do i love my country: we have so many different races, so many different cultures, so many different gods, traditions, customs, the chinese 7th month ge tai, malay weddings in the void deck, thaipusam indian parades of devotion, we have got mosques, temples, churches together, sometimes on the same street, we have lots of different food, laksa, po piah, nasi lemak, chicken rice, roti prata, peranakan, so many different flavours, our language, singlish, a mixture of many dialects, a dilution of our colonial masters' tongue
and you've got this blend of race and religion, the hindus with their ramayana, the chinese; sun wukong and journey to the west, the christians tell of tales from the gospel. the chinese have shamans who enter trances, the malays picked up islam and fast, and pray to an unseen god. you have this harmony between the races, different languages, different dialects within these languages, and then you have the gods of these religions, and devotees, in harmony as well,
somewhere, something went wrong, poor judgement?
it's this poor judgement, that's led to us citizens to become critiquing folk who don't know what they're criticising, who don't know and choose not to find out, and continue laughing and profiling the other races, it's this same poor judgement that's allowing violence for the sake of violence, criticism for the sake of criticism, protestation for the sake of protestation, it's this same poor judgement that's breeding elitism, capitalism, and a selfish pragmatism in parenting, and children, to study for As and certs, slow down, to see how vibrant a country we have become,
while backpacking, we met an austrian couple, i told them about singapore, singapore is like a fruit salad, i tell them, with all these races, languages and religions different cubes of fruit, and our flavour must be taken as a whole, salad, to eat a piece of fruit off the salad and say, this is how the salad tastes is wrong, we must eat every piece of fruit and say, this is how a fruit salad tastes like, that's how unique we are, a fruit salad, a mixture of different flavours.
what would i defend? this rojakness of a country, this identity that is many. or the unconscious hostility everyone harbours as they eye another as competition on the bell curve.
do i love my country?
why, i might be in love with the notion of falling in love.
and you've got this blend of race and religion, the hindus with their ramayana, the chinese; sun wukong and journey to the west, the christians tell of tales from the gospel. the chinese have shamans who enter trances, the malays picked up islam and fast, and pray to an unseen god. you have this harmony between the races, different languages, different dialects within these languages, and then you have the gods of these religions, and devotees, in harmony as well,
somewhere, something went wrong, poor judgement?
it's this poor judgement, that's led to us citizens to become critiquing folk who don't know what they're criticising, who don't know and choose not to find out, and continue laughing and profiling the other races, it's this same poor judgement that's allowing violence for the sake of violence, criticism for the sake of criticism, protestation for the sake of protestation, it's this same poor judgement that's breeding elitism, capitalism, and a selfish pragmatism in parenting, and children, to study for As and certs, slow down, to see how vibrant a country we have become,
while backpacking, we met an austrian couple, i told them about singapore, singapore is like a fruit salad, i tell them, with all these races, languages and religions different cubes of fruit, and our flavour must be taken as a whole, salad, to eat a piece of fruit off the salad and say, this is how the salad tastes is wrong, we must eat every piece of fruit and say, this is how a fruit salad tastes like, that's how unique we are, a fruit salad, a mixture of different flavours.
what would i defend? this rojakness of a country, this identity that is many. or the unconscious hostility everyone harbours as they eye another as competition on the bell curve.
do i love my country?
why, i might be in love with the notion of falling in love.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Thoughts
personally, i didn't really enjoy cambodia. iunno why. it was so strange when we entered Phnom Penh, it'd didn't feel like a comfortable city. a different vibe, as when we entered Ho Chi Minh City. besides that, in general it felt like the country was lost. tourism, sure, every country relies on tourism for foreign income. but the exploitation of the industry, i thought it was annoying. i'd compare vietnam with cambodia. cambodia has had a rough history of the pol pot regime, many died to extreme communism, it's an ultra grim period of cambodia's history. 1975 - 1979, 4 years of the regime, crippled the economy, wrecked the country. a score later, the country still seems to be stuck in ruins. everywhere we went, we'd see land mine victims begging, exploiting their handicap. tourist attractions? yes, come look at the genocide centre, mass killing place here, mass killing place there. times magazine, a while ago, featured this new "tourist attraction" cambodia's gonna open, some pol pot former residence. talk about milking history.
but look at vietnam, it's so much different, 1955 - 1975, that's 20 years of fighting, 20 years of napalm, 20 years of senseless destruction, but look at the country now. when we went to the War Remnant Museum, there's this section where they showed war torn vietnam, and vietnam today, was a moving gallery, as we see how vietnam has moved away from their past. i didn't get that in cambodia. perhaps, i've seen little of both countries, after all, we've only been to seam reap, phnom penh, and saigon, hoi an, hue, and to do such a sweeping comparison is unjust.
really, i think it takes this sense of tenacity and willingness to move away from history, and forge a new country. singapore's had a fair share of war. we've seen the japanese occupation, 1942 - 1945. do we exploit this episode in history? i dun think so. we've got museums, look at fort siloso, fort canning, you could see old battle stations, we learn bout the occupation, that's that. like vietnam would say, we forgive, but we do not forget. cambodia, no, they must never forget, forgive, yes, and move on.
as we travelled around indochina, we got to see the khmer culture, and the fusion of traditions and customs. it's interesting to see a temple to buddhism, but with hindu ramayana wall murals. this once strong civilisation, ravaged by twisted communism, and here, i speak so idealistically.
perhaps i have no right to say of another country, after all, my dear motherland has not been through such upheaval. as we scramble to put down the hock lee bus riots, planes fly overhead and drop bombs on farmers and their fields. as we put down the bukit ho swee fire, the viet cong crawl in their tunnels to outmanoeuvre the american enemies. and as our parents go for their first disco night, che guevara upon granma, together with the july 26th movement, fought for the liberation of their country. we ddin't have such historical episodes. our history's rather peaceful. pride? is that what it is? am i proud of my country? patriotic? emma goldman once wrote: Patriotism assumes that our globe is divided into little spots, each one surrounded by an iron gate. Those who have had the fortune of being born on some particular spot consider themselves nobler, better, grander, more intelligent than those living beings inhabiting any other spot. It is, therefore, the duty of everyone living on that chosen spot to fight, kill and die in the attempt to impose his superiority upon all the others.
countries eh?
but look at vietnam, it's so much different, 1955 - 1975, that's 20 years of fighting, 20 years of napalm, 20 years of senseless destruction, but look at the country now. when we went to the War Remnant Museum, there's this section where they showed war torn vietnam, and vietnam today, was a moving gallery, as we see how vietnam has moved away from their past. i didn't get that in cambodia. perhaps, i've seen little of both countries, after all, we've only been to seam reap, phnom penh, and saigon, hoi an, hue, and to do such a sweeping comparison is unjust.
really, i think it takes this sense of tenacity and willingness to move away from history, and forge a new country. singapore's had a fair share of war. we've seen the japanese occupation, 1942 - 1945. do we exploit this episode in history? i dun think so. we've got museums, look at fort siloso, fort canning, you could see old battle stations, we learn bout the occupation, that's that. like vietnam would say, we forgive, but we do not forget. cambodia, no, they must never forget, forgive, yes, and move on.
as we travelled around indochina, we got to see the khmer culture, and the fusion of traditions and customs. it's interesting to see a temple to buddhism, but with hindu ramayana wall murals. this once strong civilisation, ravaged by twisted communism, and here, i speak so idealistically.
perhaps i have no right to say of another country, after all, my dear motherland has not been through such upheaval. as we scramble to put down the hock lee bus riots, planes fly overhead and drop bombs on farmers and their fields. as we put down the bukit ho swee fire, the viet cong crawl in their tunnels to outmanoeuvre the american enemies. and as our parents go for their first disco night, che guevara upon granma, together with the july 26th movement, fought for the liberation of their country. we ddin't have such historical episodes. our history's rather peaceful. pride? is that what it is? am i proud of my country? patriotic? emma goldman once wrote: Patriotism assumes that our globe is divided into little spots, each one surrounded by an iron gate. Those who have had the fortune of being born on some particular spot consider themselves nobler, better, grander, more intelligent than those living beings inhabiting any other spot. It is, therefore, the duty of everyone living on that chosen spot to fight, kill and die in the attempt to impose his superiority upon all the others.
countries eh?
The Epic Journey pt 5
haha! inspires he says!
the travelling guy: this guy is one of the BESTEST persons on earth to travel with, or okay, the only so far, i've soloed with, then, ain't a solo no more eh? a duppio, yes, and a decent two man party it was. what's wrong with double locking! he'd exclaim, nothing, heh, nothing at all, always pays to be extra careful.
now, where did we stop, ah yes,
10th July Phnom Penh, Cambodia
the royal episode at the ROYAL PALACE. "the royal day in the royally royal palace where we say the royal cat" so the royal morning was royally spent in the royal palace. it's so royally awesome, ain't able to find words to comprehend the royalness. just look at the royal pix:
after the episode, we'd move on the the killing fields, it's this field, where killing happened, you'd see this mausoleum housing the bones o the dead. it's equally gruesome as the s21 compound, but, a lil bit more comfortable i'd think. so we were walking around the compound, and then we saw this bunch o kids, asking for our names, &c, speaking english, after the formalities, hullo how are you what is your name where are you from? they'd ask for money, yes, hmmm,
the mid afternoon was spent at the russian market, and here, i thought interesting, the tuktuk man tells of the country picking up english only 15 years ago, before that, the country'd speak, in addition to cambodian, russian. thought that intriguing, the country picking up russian, after the largest commie country post ww2.
went around looking at the capital, dropped by Wat Phnom, yes, the amazing race hill temple thing place. Wat Phnom named after lady penh or something, founding person of phnom penh.
after the visits and looks and sight seeings we went back to the sleazy number 9 guesthouse and asked for a transfer, hey, can we move next door? to number 9 sister (also without hot water). NOW THIS PLACE is sleaze free, yes, for 4 USD, or 6 was it? a night, i'd recommend number 9 sister over number 9, phnom penh as a whole though, ain't much to see i suppose. so the night was spent at number 9 sister, there's this lil area facing the lake (?), think the whole guesthouse is built over the bank of the lake. sat around, watched Walk the Line on tv, with another two cambodian strangers, sleaze happening simultaneously, i'd suppose on the other side. there's a hammock, of which we took turns to sit in, and we'd think back on Brunei. when the film finished, i moved into the room while the other sat around, they've got this awesome weird hippie straw chair, it's got the magic to make one reluctant to work, move, &c, o! the comfort level x 99.
wash up, sleep, next day we'd move to Vietnam.
the travelling guy: this guy is one of the BESTEST persons on earth to travel with, or okay, the only so far, i've soloed with, then, ain't a solo no more eh? a duppio, yes, and a decent two man party it was. what's wrong with double locking! he'd exclaim, nothing, heh, nothing at all, always pays to be extra careful.
now, where did we stop, ah yes,
10th July Phnom Penh, Cambodia
the royal episode at the ROYAL PALACE. "the royal day in the royally royal palace where we say the royal cat" so the royal morning was royally spent in the royal palace. it's so royally awesome, ain't able to find words to comprehend the royalness. just look at the royal pix:
after the episode, we'd move on the the killing fields, it's this field, where killing happened, you'd see this mausoleum housing the bones o the dead. it's equally gruesome as the s21 compound, but, a lil bit more comfortable i'd think. so we were walking around the compound, and then we saw this bunch o kids, asking for our names, &c, speaking english, after the formalities, hullo how are you what is your name where are you from? they'd ask for money, yes, hmmm,
the mid afternoon was spent at the russian market, and here, i thought interesting, the tuktuk man tells of the country picking up english only 15 years ago, before that, the country'd speak, in addition to cambodian, russian. thought that intriguing, the country picking up russian, after the largest commie country post ww2.
went around looking at the capital, dropped by Wat Phnom, yes, the amazing race hill temple thing place. Wat Phnom named after lady penh or something, founding person of phnom penh.
after the visits and looks and sight seeings we went back to the sleazy number 9 guesthouse and asked for a transfer, hey, can we move next door? to number 9 sister (also without hot water). NOW THIS PLACE is sleaze free, yes, for 4 USD, or 6 was it? a night, i'd recommend number 9 sister over number 9, phnom penh as a whole though, ain't much to see i suppose. so the night was spent at number 9 sister, there's this lil area facing the lake (?), think the whole guesthouse is built over the bank of the lake. sat around, watched Walk the Line on tv, with another two cambodian strangers, sleaze happening simultaneously, i'd suppose on the other side. there's a hammock, of which we took turns to sit in, and we'd think back on Brunei. when the film finished, i moved into the room while the other sat around, they've got this awesome weird hippie straw chair, it's got the magic to make one reluctant to work, move, &c, o! the comfort level x 99.
wash up, sleep, next day we'd move to Vietnam.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Epic Journey pt 4
9th July, Seam Reap to Phnom Penh, Cambodia
soooo, we had breakfast at Mandalay Inn, and bade farewell to the staff. we bought this awesome, really, 16 USD was it, Mekong Express bus ticket. it's a bus ride to the capital. so excit- what. the. heck. that's the bus? uh yes, Mekong Express was crap. some awesome entertainment though, we had a guide who spoke, okay he tried, and it's for the tourism industry, english, and georgeof the jungle in cambodian dubs. and there was food, and bottled water. yes, 16 USD. for 11USD, heck 8USD even, you coulda gotten some other bus company, and i'd recommend that.
we rode through the countryside, kinda cute, little villages built along the roads. was a few hours bus ride and then, to Seam Reap.
Seam Reap, entered the city, got off bus, grabbed a tuktuk and headed for guesthouse. we saw the uh, hill, temple, thing, from amazing race was it, the travelling guy pointed out, he'd watch amazing race religiously. for a capital city, Seam Reap's, fairly decent. however, and hey, i might be biased, and dun quote me on this, when it was night, it felt like i coulda get mugged anytime. yes, no thanks to you wanna get high? and the lake, there was the lake. lake?
guesthouse's called Number 9 Guesthouse(no hot water) and GEEZ IT'S SLEAZY. GOSH. DAMN. as i recount this i get goos- *shudders* SLEAZY. S.L.E.A.Z.Y. but that's in the night. the day, we went to the genocide museum. i'ma not a great fan of stuff like these. the travelling guy insisted we go.
so we went to this, S21 compound place. it's a school converted into a interrogation camp. and gosh, was creepy man. and it's not death that scares me, or stuff, it's uh, so twisted. reminds me of my primary school, mountbatten primary, and yes, you know you're old when schools like these no longer exist. it's got this innocent look of a school, but the stuff done on those grounds, horrids. classrooms become torture cells. the pe area where blood's spilled. personally, i didn't feel like i had the right to walk on those grounds. i was a damn bloody tourist, and this hallowed place's become some museum. tourist attraction they call it. right.
though i must say, makes one think. it's pretty sad how communism's abused like this. we also walked through these classrooms where they put up portraits of them political prisoners. black and white pictures. malnourished, some without limbs, bruised, burnt, but they were all so handsome, so pretty. it'd look as their pictures were taken, they'd summon all their hatred and defiance, put them on like masks, go ahead, take my picture, i dare you to, they'd taunt.
i will never forget your faces.
we took the tuktuk and went to the night market, evening, really, sun was setting. it's pretty cute, like, paya lebar pasar malam, thing. had dinner, bought this cambodian yong tau fu thing, sat on the floor, yes, they all do, like picnic, and ate, till it turned dark. and then it was back to the accommodation. GOSH IT WAS SO SLEAZY AT NIGHT. there were ang mohs and girls and smoke and booze. personally, i'ma okay with sleaze, you wanna sleaze, go ahead. but i think there's a place to sleaze, and a place to sleep, it's like you dun shit where you eat. but i'd like to put distance between the sleaze and me when it comes to kooning time, i ain't comfortable sleeping around sleaze. not sleeping around sleaze, sleeping around -, gah, you'd get it.
the travelling guy double locked the doors. -___-
so the night was filled with sleaze as we barricaded ourselves in the room. and i found a condom wrapper on the floor.
Moment of the Day: the accommodation is too damn cui.
soooo, we had breakfast at Mandalay Inn, and bade farewell to the staff. we bought this awesome, really, 16 USD was it, Mekong Express bus ticket. it's a bus ride to the capital. so excit- what. the. heck. that's the bus? uh yes, Mekong Express was crap. some awesome entertainment though, we had a guide who spoke, okay he tried, and it's for the tourism industry, english, and georgeof the jungle in cambodian dubs. and there was food, and bottled water. yes, 16 USD. for 11USD, heck 8USD even, you coulda gotten some other bus company, and i'd recommend that.
we rode through the countryside, kinda cute, little villages built along the roads. was a few hours bus ride and then, to Seam Reap.
Seam Reap, entered the city, got off bus, grabbed a tuktuk and headed for guesthouse. we saw the uh, hill, temple, thing, from amazing race was it, the travelling guy pointed out, he'd watch amazing race religiously. for a capital city, Seam Reap's, fairly decent. however, and hey, i might be biased, and dun quote me on this, when it was night, it felt like i coulda get mugged anytime. yes, no thanks to you wanna get high? and the lake, there was the lake. lake?
guesthouse's called Number 9 Guesthouse(no hot water) and GEEZ IT'S SLEAZY. GOSH. DAMN. as i recount this i get goos- *shudders* SLEAZY. S.L.E.A.Z.Y. but that's in the night. the day, we went to the genocide museum. i'ma not a great fan of stuff like these. the travelling guy insisted we go.
so we went to this, S21 compound place. it's a school converted into a interrogation camp. and gosh, was creepy man. and it's not death that scares me, or stuff, it's uh, so twisted. reminds me of my primary school, mountbatten primary, and yes, you know you're old when schools like these no longer exist. it's got this innocent look of a school, but the stuff done on those grounds, horrids. classrooms become torture cells. the pe area where blood's spilled. personally, i didn't feel like i had the right to walk on those grounds. i was a damn bloody tourist, and this hallowed place's become some museum. tourist attraction they call it. right.
though i must say, makes one think. it's pretty sad how communism's abused like this. we also walked through these classrooms where they put up portraits of them political prisoners. black and white pictures. malnourished, some without limbs, bruised, burnt, but they were all so handsome, so pretty. it'd look as their pictures were taken, they'd summon all their hatred and defiance, put them on like masks, go ahead, take my picture, i dare you to, they'd taunt.
i will never forget your faces.
we took the tuktuk and went to the night market, evening, really, sun was setting. it's pretty cute, like, paya lebar pasar malam, thing. had dinner, bought this cambodian yong tau fu thing, sat on the floor, yes, they all do, like picnic, and ate, till it turned dark. and then it was back to the accommodation. GOSH IT WAS SO SLEAZY AT NIGHT. there were ang mohs and girls and smoke and booze. personally, i'ma okay with sleaze, you wanna sleaze, go ahead. but i think there's a place to sleaze, and a place to sleep, it's like you dun shit where you eat. but i'd like to put distance between the sleaze and me when it comes to kooning time, i ain't comfortable sleeping around sleaze. not sleeping around sleaze, sleeping around -, gah, you'd get it.
the travelling guy double locked the doors. -___-
so the night was filled with sleaze as we barricaded ourselves in the room. and i found a condom wrapper on the floor.
Moment of the Day: the accommodation is too damn cui.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Side notes on the epic journey
We have detailed code names for different groups of people.
Singaporeans: Natives
Malaysians: Neighbours
Koreans: Kimchi
Japanese: Sushi
Thai: Tom Yam
Ang moh: Ang moh
yes, we do see Natives.
CIP YO.
have you done yours?
Singaporeans: Natives
Malaysians: Neighbours
Koreans: Kimchi
Japanese: Sushi
Thai: Tom Yam
Ang moh: Ang moh
yes, we do see Natives.
CIP YO.
have you done yours?
The Epic Journey pt 3
7th July, Seam Reap, Cambodia
Our journey takes us to the legendary ruins of Angkor Wat, personally, it's not much of a big deal. thought they all looked like, uh, ruins. i thought it pretty cute though, we saw steel pylons and supports and beams all over the place. restoration works they call it. wasn't around the last time i was here. it's all still the same, little children running around selling stuff. we saw this girl who followed us a great distance. 1 for 1 dollar, she chanted. then, 3 for 1 dollar. after a while, and in desperation, 10 for 1 dollar. it's painful, yet amusing. i forget what she sold, but the point is, and here let me apply whatever economics related knowledge i have accumulated over this lifetime, when supply is too high, and demand low, it's time to think of a new strategy.
and it's not just her, even in the markets we're barraged by homogenous goods! see one shop, you've seen em all!
the travelling guy reminded me as we purchased our admission tickets: this whole place ain't managed by the cambodians, it's by some foreign company. what? again? i shall not say anything about this.
the night was spent at the Red Piano. we had great seats overlooking the road, which closes for cars, at night. it's to make way for, yeah you guessed it, tourists.
Our journey takes us to the legendary ruins of Angkor Wat, personally, it's not much of a big deal. thought they all looked like, uh, ruins. i thought it pretty cute though, we saw steel pylons and supports and beams all over the place. restoration works they call it. wasn't around the last time i was here. it's all still the same, little children running around selling stuff. we saw this girl who followed us a great distance. 1 for 1 dollar, she chanted. then, 3 for 1 dollar. after a while, and in desperation, 10 for 1 dollar. it's painful, yet amusing. i forget what she sold, but the point is, and here let me apply whatever economics related knowledge i have accumulated over this lifetime, when supply is too high, and demand low, it's time to think of a new strategy.
and it's not just her, even in the markets we're barraged by homogenous goods! see one shop, you've seen em all!
the travelling guy reminded me as we purchased our admission tickets: this whole place ain't managed by the cambodians, it's by some foreign company. what? again? i shall not say anything about this.
i've got idea how this blogger thing works with picture placement, but you'd see somewhere, the tuk tuk driver.
it's pretty cute, this little place phnom penh. there's an airport road, that stretches from the airport to angkor wat, kinda duh, from the road name. the whole town? thrives on the ancient ruins. bars, inns, markets, &c &c. tourism huh. the receptionist at mandalay inn practices english with us. he's gearing up for the tourism industry. i must profess i'ma rather cynical bout this tourism industry thing.
it's pretty cute, this little place phnom penh. there's an airport road, that stretches from the airport to angkor wat, kinda duh, from the road name. the whole town? thrives on the ancient ruins. bars, inns, markets, &c &c. tourism huh. the receptionist at mandalay inn practices english with us. he's gearing up for the tourism industry. i must profess i'ma rather cynical bout this tourism industry thing.
the night was spent at the Red Piano. we had great seats overlooking the road, which closes for cars, at night. it's to make way for, yeah you guessed it, tourists.
8th July, Seam Reap, Cambodia
a lazy morning, banana pancakes and cycling, postcard writing, posting, more cycling. that about sums up the day.
the night was spent at 8th street bar.
while walking back to the inn:
man: tuk tuk? you want tuk tuk?
me: no thanks
man: you wanna get stoned? cocaine?
me: ???
another:
the travelling guy and me talk
when suddenly!
this man/woman/??? reaches out, giggles, attempts to cop a feel off the travelling guy
of which he yells: AHHHH!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
in my time of need
But be not thou far from me o Lord, o my strength
haste thee to help me
that nigh in my time of need
that thou would come to lift me from misery
tis the pit of darkness
that i have been tossed into
and an escape i cannot see
and tis the scheming and cunning of man
set loose upon me
and i, entangled in this web of deception
o Lord, my Faith and Shield
i implore thou to come to mine aid
be thou the flaming wand
of righteous fury
that do purge the wicked
and with keen edge cut through
the enveloping darkness
and let there be vengeance, yea,
holy and just
i beseech thou:
o, my God i trust in thee, let me not be ashamed
let not mine enemies triumph over me.
amen.
haste thee to help me
that nigh in my time of need
that thou would come to lift me from misery
tis the pit of darkness
that i have been tossed into
and an escape i cannot see
and tis the scheming and cunning of man
set loose upon me
and i, entangled in this web of deception
o Lord, my Faith and Shield
i implore thou to come to mine aid
be thou the flaming wand
of righteous fury
that do purge the wicked
and with keen edge cut through
the enveloping darkness
and let there be vengeance, yea,
holy and just
i beseech thou:
o, my God i trust in thee, let me not be ashamed
let not mine enemies triumph over me.
amen.
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