The last part is here: A Chicken Farm is Born
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! I just lost a nice medium project.
By going for the cheapo chicken farm, I had lost the opportunity to grab this medium sized project.
Moan ...
This cheapo chicken farm is so small as compared to this medium sized project.
I guessed I wasn't really thinking hard enough. I let my guards down.
This 18 November is a big day. I am engaged in a battle royal for a huge project. Let's hope that my army is in position to siege the city. Another important factor is this November is still too early for winter. I truly needed the wintry cover.
I hope my sacrifice for this medium sized is worth it.
I shan't speak too much details else tengri is angry. In life, I think I have lost too much, but I am very poor and all of these projects are almost always beyond my humble means.
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Friday, 17 October 2014
Sunday, 10 August 2014
p.Happy Birthday?
It used to be a proud moment for many.
I have lost it, many of my friends have lost it. A place once called home is no longer. Very difficult to accept in the first place, but reality has to push me to accept the inevitable.
After 10 years, I should be able to acclimatise into my new environment. There is no magic in this. Just need time.
I now feel like my forebears who took the hardest route to quit another fuckened place.
Every decision is necessarily painful and remote to success.
Hope that the task gets easier each time.
Aug 12 is an important day. May my great tengri serves me a break. If I am successful, I promise to be good.
Actually I can't wait to return to my birth place and hope to help some people. It may not be much. But it should be a good start. My means are humble but who cares about the humility. It is the heart that counts.
Through the years, people from my birth place had become plastic. It is sad but I still believe I owe it to the older generations for nurturing me to what I am today. I may not be much but I do feel a connection to my past. Maybe this sanity keeps me coming back time and again to meet those faces. Those familiar faces.
I believe I am feeling more rooted. May all those who are still struggling like me be at peace. Let time be your guardian. Rome was never build in a day.
I have lost it, many of my friends have lost it. A place once called home is no longer. Very difficult to accept in the first place, but reality has to push me to accept the inevitable.
After 10 years, I should be able to acclimatise into my new environment. There is no magic in this. Just need time.
I now feel like my forebears who took the hardest route to quit another fuckened place.
Every decision is necessarily painful and remote to success.
Hope that the task gets easier each time.
Aug 12 is an important day. May my great tengri serves me a break. If I am successful, I promise to be good.
Actually I can't wait to return to my birth place and hope to help some people. It may not be much. But it should be a good start. My means are humble but who cares about the humility. It is the heart that counts.
Through the years, people from my birth place had become plastic. It is sad but I still believe I owe it to the older generations for nurturing me to what I am today. I may not be much but I do feel a connection to my past. Maybe this sanity keeps me coming back time and again to meet those faces. Those familiar faces.
I believe I am feeling more rooted. May all those who are still struggling like me be at peace. Let time be your guardian. Rome was never build in a day.
Friday, 25 July 2014
p.Holocaust II - People are Dying Off Like Flies
The last part is here: Holocaust II - Rebecca and Gabriel Loh
AGE GROUP
55 – 59 1300 8.0%
60 – 64 1636 10.1%
65 – 69 1704 10.5%
70 – 74 2166 13.4%
75 – 79 2461 15.2%
80 – 84 2649 16.3%
85 & over 4297 26.5%
TOTAL 16213 100.0%
Abnormalities in Japanese monkeys linked to Fukushima nuclear disaster Published time: July 25, 2014 03:18 Japan
Monkeys living in the wild in the Fukushima region have tested positive for blood abnormalities linked to radioactive fallout from the 2011 nuclear power plant disaster, according to a new report. ... and the idiot invited food to be imported for fuckens from the same source.
I didn't check these numbers, but if they are true. Then ... How can those 躝癱 do such heinous act and still sleep well at night? It is a sad day. 屌你老母臭化閪 ...扑你个街 ... These 冇屎忽畜类 really 衰到贴地. 偷呃拐骗, 生安白造 ... everything also can do. 冚家剷吾係粗口, 扑你個臭街都唔係, 屌鳩撚柒閪先係. Surely this is such a sorry state for fuckens. May all their off-springs of 冇屎忽畜类 die a thousand deaths.
The numbers simply meant by age 84, 73.5% of the population would have died off. No medicals needed. 冚家剷 ... In order to keep the population from aging, the fuckens introduced genocides. 臭躝癱 ... The fuckens knew the aging population will introduce medical needs, so they engineered a genocide by killing off people with cancers and deadly diseases. Stress, toilet water and stained food, just to name a few. 屌你老母臭化閪 ... One day ... Just one day ... May your fucken offsprings enjoy the same karmic treatment: gals become prostitutes and guys become slaves for unending generations to come. You think you can have it easy huh? My deepest Congratulations to your future generations.
One of the most interesting jokes I have manufactured is that I had stopped dinning in chinaman restaurants or shops. They can live or die for all I care ... Life is so interesting. No need to interact with them. They provide none of the services I desired.
In the end, I am now at peace with myself. So truly interesting ... By being away, I am now home.
AGE GROUP
55 – 59 1300 8.0%
60 – 64 1636 10.1%
65 – 69 1704 10.5%
70 – 74 2166 13.4%
75 – 79 2461 15.2%
80 – 84 2649 16.3%
85 & over 4297 26.5%
TOTAL 16213 100.0%
Abnormalities in Japanese monkeys linked to Fukushima nuclear disaster Published time: July 25, 2014 03:18 Japan
Monkeys living in the wild in the Fukushima region have tested positive for blood abnormalities linked to radioactive fallout from the 2011 nuclear power plant disaster, according to a new report. ... and the idiot invited food to be imported for fuckens from the same source.
I didn't check these numbers, but if they are true. Then ... How can those 躝癱 do such heinous act and still sleep well at night? It is a sad day. 屌你老母臭化閪 ...扑你个街 ... These 冇屎忽畜类 really 衰到贴地. 偷呃拐骗, 生安白造 ... everything also can do. 冚家剷吾係粗口, 扑你個臭街都唔係, 屌鳩撚柒閪先係. Surely this is such a sorry state for fuckens. May all their off-springs of 冇屎忽畜类 die a thousand deaths.
The numbers simply meant by age 84, 73.5% of the population would have died off. No medicals needed. 冚家剷 ... In order to keep the population from aging, the fuckens introduced genocides. 臭躝癱 ... The fuckens knew the aging population will introduce medical needs, so they engineered a genocide by killing off people with cancers and deadly diseases. Stress, toilet water and stained food, just to name a few. 屌你老母臭化閪 ... One day ... Just one day ... May your fucken offsprings enjoy the same karmic treatment: gals become prostitutes and guys become slaves for unending generations to come. You think you can have it easy huh? My deepest Congratulations to your future generations.
One of the most interesting jokes I have manufactured is that I had stopped dinning in chinaman restaurants or shops. They can live or die for all I care ... Life is so interesting. No need to interact with them. They provide none of the services I desired.
In the end, I am now at peace with myself. So truly interesting ... By being away, I am now home.
Wednesday, 11 June 2014
a.The Ah Ma Who Sold Stuff on the Streets of Orchard Road has Passed Away
The last part was here: Article - Unwilling to Burden Family
Dear The Real Singapore,
I refer to your earlier article: "DEAR TRS, PLEASE HELP THE OLD LADY SELLING THINGS OUTSIDE CINELEISURE!"
This old ah ma is always sell things outside cineleisure at orchard road and one of your readers shared the article saying that she looks very ill and is coughing very badly on the streets despite trying her best to earn a living at such a old age. She has been selling stuff on the streets outside Cineleisure for many years already despite being 80+ years old. The reader also complained that why isn't the government helping her. He asked her stop selling if she is not feeling well but she told him that she can't cause she need to pay for her medical bills. She is still selling there now and vomitting beside her at the same time.
I went there yesterday wanting to find the old aunty and pass her some money but I couldn't find her there anymore. Today I saw a update from Project Awareness - Share & Walk with me that broke my heart: A very shocking news, maybe in this morning for those who read our post at Project Awareness. The old lady selling her stuffs outside Orchard Cineleisure passed away today at 00.06am. It is sad to break this news to all our supporters and friends, but let give her a LIKE for all the memories she given to us at Orchard Cineleisure.
Message from Tere Han: Zheng po po passed away today at SGH. Hope she really gave you guys memories of Aunty Cineleisure. Guess she is now in the good hands of (God/Lao Tian Ye/Allah) whatever. Hope she rest in peace and move on to afterlife to find peace and hope.
Read about this old lady story: http://tinyurl.com/k98madx
May this lovely old lady rest in peace and thank you the chatting sessions that I used to had with you. 一路好走!
Remember to share Project Helping Hand and walk with us in Project Awareness. A little thought can mean so much!
Elson Soh 苏奕铨
Founder of Project Awareness - Share & Walk with me
(Updated on 11 June 2014 00.06)
Another super sad day for me after reading this news. I wish I could only help. 屌你老母臭化閪 ...扑你个街 ... I will do my utmost to let the poor find a better place. These 冇屎忽畜类 really 衰到贴地. 偷呃拐骗, 生安白造 ... everything also can do. 冚家剷吾係粗口, 扑你個臭街都唔係, 屌鳩撚柒閪先係. Amazing I am able to witness such low-lives. Not only back there, but in white land as well. I guess low-lives are everywhere. It is good to avoid them totally.
Dear The Real Singapore,
I refer to your earlier article: "DEAR TRS, PLEASE HELP THE OLD LADY SELLING THINGS OUTSIDE CINELEISURE!"
This old ah ma is always sell things outside cineleisure at orchard road and one of your readers shared the article saying that she looks very ill and is coughing very badly on the streets despite trying her best to earn a living at such a old age. She has been selling stuff on the streets outside Cineleisure for many years already despite being 80+ years old. The reader also complained that why isn't the government helping her. He asked her stop selling if she is not feeling well but she told him that she can't cause she need to pay for her medical bills. She is still selling there now and vomitting beside her at the same time.
I went there yesterday wanting to find the old aunty and pass her some money but I couldn't find her there anymore. Today I saw a update from Project Awareness - Share & Walk with me that broke my heart: A very shocking news, maybe in this morning for those who read our post at Project Awareness. The old lady selling her stuffs outside Orchard Cineleisure passed away today at 00.06am. It is sad to break this news to all our supporters and friends, but let give her a LIKE for all the memories she given to us at Orchard Cineleisure.
Message from Tere Han: Zheng po po passed away today at SGH. Hope she really gave you guys memories of Aunty Cineleisure. Guess she is now in the good hands of (God/Lao Tian Ye/Allah) whatever. Hope she rest in peace and move on to afterlife to find peace and hope.
Read about this old lady story: http://tinyurl.com/k98madx
May this lovely old lady rest in peace and thank you the chatting sessions that I used to had with you. 一路好走!
Remember to share Project Helping Hand and walk with us in Project Awareness. A little thought can mean so much!
Elson Soh 苏奕铨
Founder of Project Awareness - Share & Walk with me
(Updated on 11 June 2014 00.06)
Another super sad day for me after reading this news. I wish I could only help. 屌你老母臭化閪 ...扑你个街 ... I will do my utmost to let the poor find a better place. These 冇屎忽畜类 really 衰到贴地. 偷呃拐骗, 生安白造 ... everything also can do. 冚家剷吾係粗口, 扑你個臭街都唔係, 屌鳩撚柒閪先係. Amazing I am able to witness such low-lives. Not only back there, but in white land as well. I guess low-lives are everywhere. It is good to avoid them totally.
Sunday, 22 December 2013
p.14 yo Girl's hand crushed in sugar cane machine
The last part is here: Holocaust II - Japanese Women Not Interested in Sex
A 14-year-old girl's hand was crushed in a sugar cane machine on Sunday evening. Eyewitnesses said the incident happened when the girl was helping her father out at his sugar cane stall at a hawker centre. They said the girl's right hand was stuck in the machine when they arrived. Rescuers had to use tools to release her hand. She was then sent conscious to hospital. The injuries sustained were from her fingers to wrist area and her bones were crushed.
foreseer: man... those things are dangerous i thought about it before it's just a matter of time
GuyFawkesNight: This kind of things u thought only happen in Sg during 1980s, 90s. Now 2013 still got father stupid enough to ask young daughter to work at the hawker stall with that dangerous machine. Father is going to feel guilty for the rest of his life
kcarry: should wear armored gloves b4 handling the sugarcane
Esmond Wan Mo Peh: cannot give handjob liao
alchemist_acid: sinkies weekend only can help father press sugarcane ft weekend eat drink piak
xocrrer: Her father is fugged up.
Outliers: quite surprised the dad allows her to use the machine. 14 yr old very young leh. the dad guilty for life liao, how to return that hand.. You rather earn more money and risk her safety... quite sad. hand gone is scarred for life liao leh.. wth..
matthew9000: is that a legal age for working?
GuyFawkesNight: Quite super amazing that you think the father is not to be blamed.
AshleyRiot: Seriously...**** you guys who made those dumb and insensitive comments... you are no different from a few idiots who videotaped the whole thing when the firemen were there trying to rescue her... I was there at the scene when it happened just now and it is not at all funny...Was queuing for the Hokkien mee opposite the sugar cane stall and I heard a sudden scream...I turned my head and saw the poor girl's right hand stuck in the machine and she kept repeating it's painful. The most sad thing was I couldn't do anything but just stand there stunned..helpless feeling..and it's an awful feeling No...I don't have pics and don't ask me for any...It is not one bit funny if you were there to witness this...
Chiong: sinkies must find something to blame when things happen. i see u learn well from our masters. we comfy comfy at home, sometimes also must think got ppl outside more unfortunate. not everyone grew up in luxury.
game goondu: sibei sad... i'm quite sure its daughter helping her father and at the same time have some father-daughter bonding... father must have regretted not stopping her daughter from helping... on the other hand, i hope its not because of some stupid carelessness on the daughter part that got her in trouble... eg. 1 hand putting the suger cane into the machine, the other hand holding her phone read facebook...
xocrrer: By putting a 14yo risking operating a machine? I hv only seen small boys n gers just doing cashier job. This is her father negligence clearly...
R3ally Stupid Idiot: you also fug up wor~! you never call ambulance for help~? can at least calm her down and look for first aid box nearby wor~!
kasosei: really sad. how will aware twist this case to benefit them again?
Gabriel_23: hahaha nice, ganna daiji blame the machine blame the father curse and swear at him, when younger generations help out their parents you say why allow the kid to work such hard labours such as a hawker AND if they dont help out you all say strawberry generation la blah blah blah ? what the fark you want?
Whisper: Child labour lah leh!
dannytan87: handling blades should be adult job in the first place. nv think thoroughly
laksaboy: Now that's a fruitful way to spend your school holidays.
Mystery: Cham, felt sorry for her and school is starting in two weeks time.
nutbush: ya, the father is at fault, never tell her the danger and caution her enough of the machine.
laksaboy: Now her dream of becoming a drinks seller at a hawker centre has been utterly crushed.
SgGoneWrong: Laksaboy u are an extremely selfish idiot to say that of a child helping at her father's small business and met such an unfortunate accident. I bet u are a legless armchair critic who moves around in wheelchair or is bedbound and hence cannot feel any sympathy for anyone other than yourself.
My Comment:
After such a sad, sad incident. What did the forummers say? It is so deviant. The society is slowly crumpling to the ground. It has reached the point of no-return. There is no longer compassion. There is no longer hope. If you dropped dead on the spot, be sure that only the vultures come visiting. 仆街, 冚家鏟! 屌你老母! 冚家富貴! Repentance? LOL. Even an ant outperforms a fucken in compassion.
I just pray that tengri helps the gal in need ... in metta ... fuckens around her have failed badly ...
A 14-year-old girl's hand was crushed in a sugar cane machine on Sunday evening. Eyewitnesses said the incident happened when the girl was helping her father out at his sugar cane stall at a hawker centre. They said the girl's right hand was stuck in the machine when they arrived. Rescuers had to use tools to release her hand. She was then sent conscious to hospital. The injuries sustained were from her fingers to wrist area and her bones were crushed.
foreseer: man... those things are dangerous i thought about it before it's just a matter of time
GuyFawkesNight: This kind of things u thought only happen in Sg during 1980s, 90s. Now 2013 still got father stupid enough to ask young daughter to work at the hawker stall with that dangerous machine. Father is going to feel guilty for the rest of his life
kcarry: should wear armored gloves b4 handling the sugarcane
Esmond Wan Mo Peh: cannot give handjob liao
alchemist_acid: sinkies weekend only can help father press sugarcane ft weekend eat drink piak
xocrrer: Her father is fugged up.
Outliers: quite surprised the dad allows her to use the machine. 14 yr old very young leh. the dad guilty for life liao, how to return that hand.. You rather earn more money and risk her safety... quite sad. hand gone is scarred for life liao leh.. wth..
matthew9000: is that a legal age for working?
GuyFawkesNight: Quite super amazing that you think the father is not to be blamed.
AshleyRiot: Seriously...**** you guys who made those dumb and insensitive comments... you are no different from a few idiots who videotaped the whole thing when the firemen were there trying to rescue her... I was there at the scene when it happened just now and it is not at all funny...Was queuing for the Hokkien mee opposite the sugar cane stall and I heard a sudden scream...I turned my head and saw the poor girl's right hand stuck in the machine and she kept repeating it's painful. The most sad thing was I couldn't do anything but just stand there stunned..helpless feeling..and it's an awful feeling No...I don't have pics and don't ask me for any...It is not one bit funny if you were there to witness this...
Chiong: sinkies must find something to blame when things happen. i see u learn well from our masters. we comfy comfy at home, sometimes also must think got ppl outside more unfortunate. not everyone grew up in luxury.
game goondu: sibei sad... i'm quite sure its daughter helping her father and at the same time have some father-daughter bonding... father must have regretted not stopping her daughter from helping... on the other hand, i hope its not because of some stupid carelessness on the daughter part that got her in trouble... eg. 1 hand putting the suger cane into the machine, the other hand holding her phone read facebook...
xocrrer: By putting a 14yo risking operating a machine? I hv only seen small boys n gers just doing cashier job. This is her father negligence clearly...
R3ally Stupid Idiot: you also fug up wor~! you never call ambulance for help~? can at least calm her down and look for first aid box nearby wor~!
kasosei: really sad. how will aware twist this case to benefit them again?
Gabriel_23: hahaha nice, ganna daiji blame the machine blame the father curse and swear at him, when younger generations help out their parents you say why allow the kid to work such hard labours such as a hawker AND if they dont help out you all say strawberry generation la blah blah blah ? what the fark you want?
Whisper: Child labour lah leh!
dannytan87: handling blades should be adult job in the first place. nv think thoroughly
laksaboy: Now that's a fruitful way to spend your school holidays.
Mystery: Cham, felt sorry for her and school is starting in two weeks time.
nutbush: ya, the father is at fault, never tell her the danger and caution her enough of the machine.
laksaboy: Now her dream of becoming a drinks seller at a hawker centre has been utterly crushed.
SgGoneWrong: Laksaboy u are an extremely selfish idiot to say that of a child helping at her father's small business and met such an unfortunate accident. I bet u are a legless armchair critic who moves around in wheelchair or is bedbound and hence cannot feel any sympathy for anyone other than yourself.
My Comment:
After such a sad, sad incident. What did the forummers say? It is so deviant. The society is slowly crumpling to the ground. It has reached the point of no-return. There is no longer compassion. There is no longer hope. If you dropped dead on the spot, be sure that only the vultures come visiting. 仆街, 冚家鏟! 屌你老母! 冚家富貴! Repentance? LOL. Even an ant outperforms a fucken in compassion.
I just pray that tengri helps the gal in need ... in metta ... fuckens around her have failed badly ...
Monday, 16 December 2013
p.Article - Kim Jong-un's uncle, Jang Song-thaek, executed for treason in North Korea
Kim Jong-un's uncle, Jang Song-thaek, executed for treason in North Korea
A special military tribunal found the second most powerful man in the secretive state guilty of treason, North Korean state media said
PUBLISHED : Friday, 13 December, 2013, 6:27am
UPDATED : Saturday, 14 December, 2013, 2:39am
Staff Reporter and agencies
Jang Song-thaek, North Korea's vice chairman of the powerful National Defense Commission, at a meeting in Beijing last year. Photo: AP
The North’s official KCNA news agency said Jang Song-thaek had been executed after a special military tribunal found him guilty of treason, only days after he was stripped of all posts and expelled from the ruling Workers’ Party.
Conservative lawmaker Lee In-je of the ruling Saenuri Party told South Korean media on Thursday that he believed two North Korean vice premiers, Ri Mu-yong and Ro Tu-Chol, have sought refuge in China.
Other unconfirmed media reports claim one or more of Jang’s aides had defected to South Korea. The South’s spy agency says it has no knowledge of any such defections.
South Korea expressed deep concerns about a series of occurrences in the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea (DPRK), including the execution of Jang Song-Thaek, uncle-in-law of DPRK leader Kim Jong Un, Seoul’s Unification Ministry said on Friday.
“The government is closely monitoring the series of incidents, which are happening in North Korea (DPRK), with deep concerns,” Unification Ministry spokesman Kim Eui-do said in a televised statement.
North Korean politics are virtually impenetrable from outside and the reason could also easily be a falling out between Kim and his uncle, or even with Jang’s wife.
If true, the execution caps a spectacular downfall for a man who had long been a fixture in North Korea’s leadership.
"The accused Jang brought together undesirable forces and formed a faction as the boss of a modern day factional group for a long time and thus committed such hideous crime as attempting to overthrow the state," KCNA said.
"The special military tribunal of the Ministry of State Security of the DPRK ... ruled that he would be sentenced to death according to it. The decision was immediately executed," it said, using the North’s title of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea.
Photo of Jang's trial released by North Korean state media.
The official Rodong Sinmun newspaper also on Friday carried a photograph of Jang in handcuffs and being held by uniformed guards as he stood trial. It is not known how the sentence was carried out.
Jang was a vice chairman of the powerful National Defence Commission and a member of Workers’ Party politburo.
Married to the sister of Kim’s father, Kim Jong-il, Jang had been considered the man who could help his nephew establish himself in power but at the same time presented the greatest threat to the young and untested leader.
"This is a man who could have competently executed a coup in North Korea," said Mike Madden, an expert on the North’s power structure and author of the North Korea Leadership Watch website and blog.
"He knows how the body guards work, how the security forces in Pyongyang work, how state security works - this guy had very intimate knowledge about very key nodes of control in North Korea," Madden said.
Earlier this week, North Korea stripped Jang of his power and positions, accusing him of criminal acts including mismanagement of the state financial system, womanising and alcohol abuse.
"From long ago, Jang had a dirty political ambition. He dared not raise his head when Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il were alive," KCNA said, referring to leader Kim’s grandfather and father, the previous rulers of the dynastic state.
"He began revealing his true colours, thinking that it was just the time for him to realise his wild ambition in the period of historic turn when the generation of the revolution was replaced," it said.
Regional powers have watched the purge of Jang and his associates - conducted in a rare, publicly prominent manner - for implications to regional security.
South Korea’s presidential Blue House was holding a ministerial meeting to review the developments.
The United States said it was following the developments in North Korea and consulting with allies in the region.
"If confirmed, this is another example of the extreme brutality of the North Korean regime," said Patrick Ventrell, a spokesman for the White House’s National Security Council.
A still image taken from North Korea's state-run KRT television footage shows Jang Song Thaek being forcibly removed from a WPK meeting in Pyongyang.
China's state-run news agency Xinhua also reported his execution. Jang was known to have had close ties with North Korea's main trading partner.
He accompanied Kim’s father and predecessor Kim Jong-il on three trips to China in 2010 and 2011 and is known to have led the country’s Commission for Joint Venture and Investment tasked with attracting foreign investments – mostly from China.
Last year, then Chinese President Hu Jintao praised Jang expressed his appreciation for Jang's contributions to "the development of good neighbourly relations between China and North Korea".
Hong Lei, a spokesman for the Chinese Foreign Ministry described Jang's downfall as “an internal affair" in a statement last week.
North Korea is expected to hold the central mourning meeting on Monday to commemorate the second anniversary of the death of Kim Jong-il, the South Korean newspaper Joongang Daily reports. Kim Jong-un is expected to pay his respects at is father's and grandfather's mausoleum, the Kumsusan Palace of the Sun, it said.
Meanwhile, in a move seen as reinforcing Kim Jong-un's hold on power, North Korea released an upbeat music video called "We Will Only Know You" on Friday.
My Comment:
This is a classic “飞鸟尽,良弓藏,狡兔死,走狗烹”. Of course, I have heard of brutal examples from other races, but yellowskins have one of the very best torture styles. I last heard this cute uncle had been eaten alive by dogs. Do I pity him? No. He who eats salted fish must tolerate his thirst.
Be a commoner. It is still the best to life's wonders. As a commoner, you don't have power that elites envy. So no harm will come your way. You might be suppressed. You might be disadvantaged. But, the great tengri will always give you a way out.
Walk the land mass, there are still wonders of the world that are yet explored.
If I can find a guy who can survive on only $100 per month in temperatures of -45degC, surely there is nothing we with our yellowskin resourcefulness and hard work cannot achieve.
Please don't be too quick to try to join the Joneses, there are way cheaper routes if you are patient enough.
I have just learned another sad lesson in over-spending.
A special military tribunal found the second most powerful man in the secretive state guilty of treason, North Korean state media said
PUBLISHED : Friday, 13 December, 2013, 6:27am
UPDATED : Saturday, 14 December, 2013, 2:39am
Staff Reporter and agencies
Jang Song-thaek, North Korea's vice chairman of the powerful National Defense Commission, at a meeting in Beijing last year. Photo: AP
The North’s official KCNA news agency said Jang Song-thaek had been executed after a special military tribunal found him guilty of treason, only days after he was stripped of all posts and expelled from the ruling Workers’ Party.
Conservative lawmaker Lee In-je of the ruling Saenuri Party told South Korean media on Thursday that he believed two North Korean vice premiers, Ri Mu-yong and Ro Tu-Chol, have sought refuge in China.
Other unconfirmed media reports claim one or more of Jang’s aides had defected to South Korea. The South’s spy agency says it has no knowledge of any such defections.
South Korea expressed deep concerns about a series of occurrences in the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea (DPRK), including the execution of Jang Song-Thaek, uncle-in-law of DPRK leader Kim Jong Un, Seoul’s Unification Ministry said on Friday.
“The government is closely monitoring the series of incidents, which are happening in North Korea (DPRK), with deep concerns,” Unification Ministry spokesman Kim Eui-do said in a televised statement.
North Korean politics are virtually impenetrable from outside and the reason could also easily be a falling out between Kim and his uncle, or even with Jang’s wife.
If true, the execution caps a spectacular downfall for a man who had long been a fixture in North Korea’s leadership.
"The accused Jang brought together undesirable forces and formed a faction as the boss of a modern day factional group for a long time and thus committed such hideous crime as attempting to overthrow the state," KCNA said.
"The special military tribunal of the Ministry of State Security of the DPRK ... ruled that he would be sentenced to death according to it. The decision was immediately executed," it said, using the North’s title of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea.
Photo of Jang's trial released by North Korean state media.
The official Rodong Sinmun newspaper also on Friday carried a photograph of Jang in handcuffs and being held by uniformed guards as he stood trial. It is not known how the sentence was carried out.
Jang was a vice chairman of the powerful National Defence Commission and a member of Workers’ Party politburo.
Married to the sister of Kim’s father, Kim Jong-il, Jang had been considered the man who could help his nephew establish himself in power but at the same time presented the greatest threat to the young and untested leader.
"This is a man who could have competently executed a coup in North Korea," said Mike Madden, an expert on the North’s power structure and author of the North Korea Leadership Watch website and blog.
"He knows how the body guards work, how the security forces in Pyongyang work, how state security works - this guy had very intimate knowledge about very key nodes of control in North Korea," Madden said.
Earlier this week, North Korea stripped Jang of his power and positions, accusing him of criminal acts including mismanagement of the state financial system, womanising and alcohol abuse.
"From long ago, Jang had a dirty political ambition. He dared not raise his head when Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il were alive," KCNA said, referring to leader Kim’s grandfather and father, the previous rulers of the dynastic state.
"He began revealing his true colours, thinking that it was just the time for him to realise his wild ambition in the period of historic turn when the generation of the revolution was replaced," it said.
Regional powers have watched the purge of Jang and his associates - conducted in a rare, publicly prominent manner - for implications to regional security.
South Korea’s presidential Blue House was holding a ministerial meeting to review the developments.
The United States said it was following the developments in North Korea and consulting with allies in the region.
"If confirmed, this is another example of the extreme brutality of the North Korean regime," said Patrick Ventrell, a spokesman for the White House’s National Security Council.
A still image taken from North Korea's state-run KRT television footage shows Jang Song Thaek being forcibly removed from a WPK meeting in Pyongyang.
China's state-run news agency Xinhua also reported his execution. Jang was known to have had close ties with North Korea's main trading partner.
He accompanied Kim’s father and predecessor Kim Jong-il on three trips to China in 2010 and 2011 and is known to have led the country’s Commission for Joint Venture and Investment tasked with attracting foreign investments – mostly from China.
Last year, then Chinese President Hu Jintao praised Jang expressed his appreciation for Jang's contributions to "the development of good neighbourly relations between China and North Korea".
Hong Lei, a spokesman for the Chinese Foreign Ministry described Jang's downfall as “an internal affair" in a statement last week.
North Korea is expected to hold the central mourning meeting on Monday to commemorate the second anniversary of the death of Kim Jong-il, the South Korean newspaper Joongang Daily reports. Kim Jong-un is expected to pay his respects at is father's and grandfather's mausoleum, the Kumsusan Palace of the Sun, it said.
Meanwhile, in a move seen as reinforcing Kim Jong-un's hold on power, North Korea released an upbeat music video called "We Will Only Know You" on Friday.
My Comment:
This is a classic “飞鸟尽,良弓藏,狡兔死,走狗烹”. Of course, I have heard of brutal examples from other races, but yellowskins have one of the very best torture styles. I last heard this cute uncle had been eaten alive by dogs. Do I pity him? No. He who eats salted fish must tolerate his thirst.
Be a commoner. It is still the best to life's wonders. As a commoner, you don't have power that elites envy. So no harm will come your way. You might be suppressed. You might be disadvantaged. But, the great tengri will always give you a way out.
Walk the land mass, there are still wonders of the world that are yet explored.
If I can find a guy who can survive on only $100 per month in temperatures of -45degC, surely there is nothing we with our yellowskin resourcefulness and hard work cannot achieve.
Please don't be too quick to try to join the Joneses, there are way cheaper routes if you are patient enough.
I have just learned another sad lesson in over-spending.
Sunday, 8 December 2013
p.Rest in Peace
The last part is here: Holocaust II - Rebecca and Gabriel Loh
We hear of many deaths happening almost every day. So we usually steel our hearts and ignore their tug at our heart strings.
Today, I heard of an Indian foreign worker got beheaded by a bus and caused a riot in a small Indian congregation area.
This is a sad day for me. We are mere migrants seeking only for a renewed chance to live or an opportunity to seek our fortunes in a new land, where our own land has dimmed our livelihood.
Instead of using one's bare hands and hard work in exchange for a chance to live, his life was extinguished with not a murmur in his name. Such is the perils of life.
I pray that he will move on to a better path. I also pray that his family will not be too grieved by his demise. May the great tengri bless this family in need. Living in big shitland or small shitland is also no easy shit.
May he rest in peace ...
We hear of many deaths happening almost every day. So we usually steel our hearts and ignore their tug at our heart strings.
Today, I heard of an Indian foreign worker got beheaded by a bus and caused a riot in a small Indian congregation area.
This is a sad day for me. We are mere migrants seeking only for a renewed chance to live or an opportunity to seek our fortunes in a new land, where our own land has dimmed our livelihood.
Instead of using one's bare hands and hard work in exchange for a chance to live, his life was extinguished with not a murmur in his name. Such is the perils of life.
I pray that he will move on to a better path. I also pray that his family will not be too grieved by his demise. May the great tengri bless this family in need. Living in big shitland or small shitland is also no easy shit.
May he rest in peace ...
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
p.My Heart must Go On ...
The last part is here: Article - Unwilling to Burden Family with Medical Bills, 95 year old Samsui Woman Commits Suicide (II)
The full show is here: 千与千寻
The song is here: 千与千寻-片尾曲(童年回忆)
You must watch the show first in Japanese and then in other languages.
Tonight, I am unusually quiet. Scene by scene, my video just passes me by. I looked back, I looked forward, I looked left, I looked right, I looked up and I looked down. I realized I couldn't find myself. I have no spirit. Life just passes me by. In reality, I don't even exist.
After reviewing so many bad incidents, they blaze at me like a thunderclap. I can no longer turn a blind eye to all the miseries around me.
I may have been doing marginally better than most, but I am definitely not as well off as I can do charity full-time. I too realized that I am but a small candle burning with a weak flame.
Nonetheless I am still a candle, a candle no matter how weak can still give warmth to others. I can no longer shut my eyes and ears and pretend that nothing has happened. I cannot lie to myself that I am too weak to help. I really cannot. In short, I am just selfish. I can't even hold a candle and stand upright in front of the grand dame. I felt so small.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, a poor student received money to study at higher institutions. He was happy and excited that at last he can contribute to the wellness of everybody. But life was nasty to him. He was dejected to no ends.
Now he witnessed the death of an supreme old lady who gave her life for the betterment of everybody else. In fact, I am sure some of her monies also found its way to help this poor student during his studies.
The question now then is how can this poor student who benefited from superb education, courtesy of the old lady, turn his back to the lady's plight?
He could not. He cannot. He will not.
My lady, thank you for alerting the dormant dragon in me. I cannot promise anything after your passing and contribute directly to your kins. But, I will work myself to the ground and for the goodness of the group of people who has built our home, so that I can once again get back my dignity and regain your respect.
My regrets have been although I can build a 1000 buildings per land, the white people will not be too kind to me for letting in the flood gate.
Mdm, please let me work my magic. I am sure there is a way.
For now, at least I have found my footing and even if I have helped only just one family, I am sure my forefathers before me will still accept me among the stars.
I have said many times before, each of us are off-springs of very high quality genes, if ever we had once before a weaker gene, we wouldn't have lived till now. In fact, the cold calculations of Mdm showed that age didn't blind her 20/20 vision, she knew exactly what to do when it is time for love offerings.
Thank you, Mdm.
May you bless each and every one of us who are still living to work towards a better future. Your death has enlightened me not to be blinded by physical wonders but to seek salvation of one's soul. What's the use of living when one is still indebted to and not paying back another's charity.
With so many decades more to go, Mdm, please bless me and those who will come forward to your rally call.
Goodbye, till we meet again among the stars ...
The full show is here: 千与千寻
The song is here: 千与千寻-片尾曲(童年回忆)
Tonight, I am unusually quiet. Scene by scene, my video just passes me by. I looked back, I looked forward, I looked left, I looked right, I looked up and I looked down. I realized I couldn't find myself. I have no spirit. Life just passes me by. In reality, I don't even exist.
After reviewing so many bad incidents, they blaze at me like a thunderclap. I can no longer turn a blind eye to all the miseries around me.
I may have been doing marginally better than most, but I am definitely not as well off as I can do charity full-time. I too realized that I am but a small candle burning with a weak flame.
Nonetheless I am still a candle, a candle no matter how weak can still give warmth to others. I can no longer shut my eyes and ears and pretend that nothing has happened. I cannot lie to myself that I am too weak to help. I really cannot. In short, I am just selfish. I can't even hold a candle and stand upright in front of the grand dame. I felt so small.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, a poor student received money to study at higher institutions. He was happy and excited that at last he can contribute to the wellness of everybody. But life was nasty to him. He was dejected to no ends.
Now he witnessed the death of an supreme old lady who gave her life for the betterment of everybody else. In fact, I am sure some of her monies also found its way to help this poor student during his studies.
The question now then is how can this poor student who benefited from superb education, courtesy of the old lady, turn his back to the lady's plight?
He could not. He cannot. He will not.
My lady, thank you for alerting the dormant dragon in me. I cannot promise anything after your passing and contribute directly to your kins. But, I will work myself to the ground and for the goodness of the group of people who has built our home, so that I can once again get back my dignity and regain your respect.
My regrets have been although I can build a 1000 buildings per land, the white people will not be too kind to me for letting in the flood gate.
Mdm, please let me work my magic. I am sure there is a way.
For now, at least I have found my footing and even if I have helped only just one family, I am sure my forefathers before me will still accept me among the stars.
I have said many times before, each of us are off-springs of very high quality genes, if ever we had once before a weaker gene, we wouldn't have lived till now. In fact, the cold calculations of Mdm showed that age didn't blind her 20/20 vision, she knew exactly what to do when it is time for love offerings.
Thank you, Mdm.
May you bless each and every one of us who are still living to work towards a better future. Your death has enlightened me not to be blinded by physical wonders but to seek salvation of one's soul. What's the use of living when one is still indebted to and not paying back another's charity.
With so many decades more to go, Mdm, please bless me and those who will come forward to your rally call.
Goodbye, till we meet again among the stars ...
Monday, 25 November 2013
p.Article - Unwilling to Burden Family with Medical Bills, 95 year old Samsui Woman Commits Suicide (II)
The last part is here: Article - Unwilling to Burden Family with Medical Bills, 95 year old Samsui Woman Commits Suicide
Chao chee bye ... As expected, this news has more or less died down. People are so superior-scented. But, they never know, once upon their blood-line, they must have had it bad too. So, please don't feel superior, there is none to begin with. Don't ever try to let karma extinguishes your blood-line like that of Hitler's and Stalin's.
I would like to say "thank you" to asingaporeanson, for writing about her in the essay, Die Can, Sick Cannot.
So much memories ... my partner-in-crime just told me that his mother might know her personally. I have already asked him to make arrangement for me to pay my respect to her when I next visit.
My blooded relation was in construction too. Back in those days, every one of us yellowskin was construction worker. We are part of a very big family with very common thoughts. My blooded relation had poor eye-sight due to poor working conditions. Did the fuckens knew? I bet they did. But, who cares!
If fuckens don't honour her, that doesn't mean I cannot do it. They are actually beneath my reproach.
Madam Lu,
I would like you to watch this classic show -
枇杷巷口故人來 (全劇) - 任劍輝 白雪仙
Please enjoy ...
I concurred with asingaporeanson. When I first landed in white land, I worked as a construction site worker, carrying rocks and breaking cement, at minimum wage for 8 bucks an hour, break-times were not counted as work. I couldn't even last 2 weeks in a construction site. Most whites are double my height. I was told to go by my boss, let alone trying for 40 years. This is not funny.
Rest well, please, Mdm ... May your life story be remembered ... I also hope that your family will allow your story to be remembered for future generations, learning from you the selfless and silent sacrifice. We shall drink to your goodness.
Yellowskins did not fail. They are hard-working, resourceful, thrifty and silent campaigners.
Based on the above qualities, the yellowskins would have done well everywhere they venture. But, no. Once they established themselves in foreign soil, instead of remembering how hard they have come along and help those newer, they choose to tekan the newer and burr-er immigrants, as the much easier targets.
But, to what ends, what comes round, goes round. The yellowskins then degenerate and become weak once again, to be tekan by others. Yellowskins' history is so full of such examples.
Tonight, let me focus on Madam Lu and those whom we might or might not have known, who have worked so tiredlessly for a future. She didn't let herself down. It is fuckens, men mouthing honesty, equality and honour, that have let her down. She has fulfilled her part of the bargain. I would very much like to fulfill mine by honouring her.
It takes great courage to move from China to south. It takes even greater courage to judge what's good for the family and end it all. Your courageous act is no less significant than a soldier who throws himself on a land mine, so that his companions may not be pinned down in a hopeless struggle to survive.
Money cannot buy this act ... It must first come from love ...
My blood relation and my partner-in-crime's mum must have known you in person, staying in the same area. You are definitely family to us.
Rest well ... go well ...
(Purple Heart)
(Deep bow) x 3 ...
Chao chee bye ... As expected, this news has more or less died down. People are so superior-scented. But, they never know, once upon their blood-line, they must have had it bad too. So, please don't feel superior, there is none to begin with. Don't ever try to let karma extinguishes your blood-line like that of Hitler's and Stalin's.
I would like to say "thank you" to asingaporeanson, for writing about her in the essay, Die Can, Sick Cannot.
So much memories ... my partner-in-crime just told me that his mother might know her personally. I have already asked him to make arrangement for me to pay my respect to her when I next visit.
My blooded relation was in construction too. Back in those days, every one of us yellowskin was construction worker. We are part of a very big family with very common thoughts. My blooded relation had poor eye-sight due to poor working conditions. Did the fuckens knew? I bet they did. But, who cares!
If fuckens don't honour her, that doesn't mean I cannot do it. They are actually beneath my reproach.
Madam Lu,
I would like you to watch this classic show -
枇杷巷口故人來 (全劇) - 任劍輝 白雪仙
I concurred with asingaporeanson. When I first landed in white land, I worked as a construction site worker, carrying rocks and breaking cement, at minimum wage for 8 bucks an hour, break-times were not counted as work. I couldn't even last 2 weeks in a construction site. Most whites are double my height. I was told to go by my boss, let alone trying for 40 years. This is not funny.
Rest well, please, Mdm ... May your life story be remembered ... I also hope that your family will allow your story to be remembered for future generations, learning from you the selfless and silent sacrifice. We shall drink to your goodness.
Yellowskins did not fail. They are hard-working, resourceful, thrifty and silent campaigners.
Based on the above qualities, the yellowskins would have done well everywhere they venture. But, no. Once they established themselves in foreign soil, instead of remembering how hard they have come along and help those newer, they choose to tekan the newer and burr-er immigrants, as the much easier targets.
But, to what ends, what comes round, goes round. The yellowskins then degenerate and become weak once again, to be tekan by others. Yellowskins' history is so full of such examples.
Tonight, let me focus on Madam Lu and those whom we might or might not have known, who have worked so tiredlessly for a future. She didn't let herself down. It is fuckens, men mouthing honesty, equality and honour, that have let her down. She has fulfilled her part of the bargain. I would very much like to fulfill mine by honouring her.
It takes great courage to move from China to south. It takes even greater courage to judge what's good for the family and end it all. Your courageous act is no less significant than a soldier who throws himself on a land mine, so that his companions may not be pinned down in a hopeless struggle to survive.
Money cannot buy this act ... It must first come from love ...
My blood relation and my partner-in-crime's mum must have known you in person, staying in the same area. You are definitely family to us.
Rest well ... go well ...
(Purple Heart)
(Deep bow) x 3 ...
Sunday, 24 November 2013
p.Article - Unwilling to Burden Family with Medical Bills, 95 year old Samsui Woman Commits Suicide
The last part is here: Article - For China, Nobel Prize in science is still a big leap away
"This story bothered me. This granny has been working for the prosperity of that fucken little island all her life. It is precisely because of people like her that that fucken little island is what it is today. Even Ah Hole show cased her during the fake National Shit Rally. In the end, she has to end her life in this manner because the system was not able to lighten the burden on her three children. Why has it come to this? Where is the care in our system? It is stories like this that make me determined to get rid of the FuckenAP at all costs."
Unwilling to burden family with medical bills, 95 year old samsui woman commits suicide
(Translated Article)
Arrived in that fucken little island at the age of 18 years old. Admitted into hospital after a fall, unwilling to burden family with hospital bills, 95 year old Samsui Woman falls to her death.
95 year old grandmother who was once commemorated as a samsui woman, arrived in Singapore at the age of 18 years old, and worked 42 years in the occupation, tragically falls to her death.
Still remember the report that was made during September this year? 95 year old grandmother falls to her death, as she is unwilling to burden her family after being admitted to hospital.
Two months after the incident, Fucken Press got to know that this grandmother is the samsui woman, Lu Dai Hao whom the leader commemorated in the short clip shown in the 2007 fucken day celebrations.
Lu Dai Hao have been actively at work all her life, came to that fucken little island from Canton South at the age of 17 years old, became a samsui woman after getting married, and carried bricks and sand for 42 years in the construction sites.
After retirement, she helped families to tend to their kids, worked as an assistant in coffee shop, odd job supervisor for 20 over years till the point where her children dissuaded her from working over concern about her safely and finally got her retirement.
And even though this grandmother wasn’t working anymore, she couldn’t keep still and took buses to go around that fucken little island.
No one could expect how such a lively old folk could choose to end her own life.
According to her children, the trigger to this tragedy was her 3 week hospitalization in July after a fall in her home.
Daughter, Feng Lun Ping (50, accountant) sighed and said, “My mother worked as a samsui woman for 40 over years with not even one word of complaint.
She did everything that there is for the family without complain, and the choice to take this path at the age of 95 years old was also for the sake of her family.
Ultimately, my mother just didn’t want to burden her children!”
Lu Dai Hao passed away on 11th September 5.32pm, she lived at redhill road block 77A when she was still alive.
Just when I thought I have a sound night tonight. How can those 躝癱 do such heinous act and still sleep well at night? It is a sad day. 屌你老母臭化閪 ...扑你个街 ... These 冇屎忽畜类 really 衰到贴地. 偷呃拐骗, 生安白造 ... everything also can do. 冚家剷吾係粗口, 扑你個臭街都唔係, 屌鳩撚柒閪先係. Surely this is such a hopeless state for yellowskins. May all their off-springs of 冇屎忽畜类 die a thousand deaths. May those who suffered under these hands find peace finally. Death may not be pretty, at least you are now in peace. Go, if you must. Go, if you chose. May you always have my soft heart. I pray for your safe journey to the other world. May your generous act be appreciated by those whom you once loved. May they never forget your warm hands that once brought them to life. I wish I could have done more, but I couldn't. I am sorry. Of all my intelligence, I couldn't even save myself, let alone another one's soul.
One day, I would build a monument and a museum in remembrance of you guys. It may not have helped in anyway while you guys are still alive, but, at least I try to preserve the memories that you have once given your entire lives to.
May you rest finally in peace ... Go now ... You are free once again ...
冚家剷
Afternote:
I would like to dedicate this show to you. Please enjoy ...
紫釵記 (全劇) - 任劍輝 白雪仙 梁醒波
There is nothing I can do more now. But, I promised when I next return, I shall seek out your kins and collect some of your memories to build the monument and museum in remembrance of you. Here, I would like to thank you for making our lives that much more comfortable. Those bricks and labour of joy must have found fondness in your heart. I humbly give you thanks.
冚家剷 ... I teared again just by re-reading this essay ... Sorry ... My throat hurts ...
"This story bothered me. This granny has been working for the prosperity of that fucken little island all her life. It is precisely because of people like her that that fucken little island is what it is today. Even Ah Hole show cased her during the fake National Shit Rally. In the end, she has to end her life in this manner because the system was not able to lighten the burden on her three children. Why has it come to this? Where is the care in our system? It is stories like this that make me determined to get rid of the FuckenAP at all costs."
Unwilling to burden family with medical bills, 95 year old samsui woman commits suicide
(Translated Article)
Arrived in that fucken little island at the age of 18 years old. Admitted into hospital after a fall, unwilling to burden family with hospital bills, 95 year old Samsui Woman falls to her death.
95 year old grandmother who was once commemorated as a samsui woman, arrived in Singapore at the age of 18 years old, and worked 42 years in the occupation, tragically falls to her death.
Still remember the report that was made during September this year? 95 year old grandmother falls to her death, as she is unwilling to burden her family after being admitted to hospital.
Two months after the incident, Fucken Press got to know that this grandmother is the samsui woman, Lu Dai Hao whom the leader commemorated in the short clip shown in the 2007 fucken day celebrations.
Lu Dai Hao have been actively at work all her life, came to that fucken little island from Canton South at the age of 17 years old, became a samsui woman after getting married, and carried bricks and sand for 42 years in the construction sites.
After retirement, she helped families to tend to their kids, worked as an assistant in coffee shop, odd job supervisor for 20 over years till the point where her children dissuaded her from working over concern about her safely and finally got her retirement.
And even though this grandmother wasn’t working anymore, she couldn’t keep still and took buses to go around that fucken little island.
No one could expect how such a lively old folk could choose to end her own life.
According to her children, the trigger to this tragedy was her 3 week hospitalization in July after a fall in her home.
Daughter, Feng Lun Ping (50, accountant) sighed and said, “My mother worked as a samsui woman for 40 over years with not even one word of complaint.
She did everything that there is for the family without complain, and the choice to take this path at the age of 95 years old was also for the sake of her family.
Ultimately, my mother just didn’t want to burden her children!”
Lu Dai Hao passed away on 11th September 5.32pm, she lived at redhill road block 77A when she was still alive.
Just when I thought I have a sound night tonight. How can those 躝癱 do such heinous act and still sleep well at night? It is a sad day. 屌你老母臭化閪 ...扑你个街 ... These 冇屎忽畜类 really 衰到贴地. 偷呃拐骗, 生安白造 ... everything also can do. 冚家剷吾係粗口, 扑你個臭街都唔係, 屌鳩撚柒閪先係. Surely this is such a hopeless state for yellowskins. May all their off-springs of 冇屎忽畜类 die a thousand deaths. May those who suffered under these hands find peace finally. Death may not be pretty, at least you are now in peace. Go, if you must. Go, if you chose. May you always have my soft heart. I pray for your safe journey to the other world. May your generous act be appreciated by those whom you once loved. May they never forget your warm hands that once brought them to life. I wish I could have done more, but I couldn't. I am sorry. Of all my intelligence, I couldn't even save myself, let alone another one's soul.
One day, I would build a monument and a museum in remembrance of you guys. It may not have helped in anyway while you guys are still alive, but, at least I try to preserve the memories that you have once given your entire lives to.
May you rest finally in peace ... Go now ... You are free once again ...
冚家剷
Afternote:
I would like to dedicate this show to you. Please enjoy ...
紫釵記 (全劇) - 任劍輝 白雪仙 梁醒波
冚家剷 ... I teared again just by re-reading this essay ... Sorry ... My throat hurts ...
Thursday, 8 August 2013
p.The Making of the Karmic Monster
The last part is here: Leaving the good shore in search of a better life
LIFT: Limpeh Is Foreign Talent is a rare talent. He has magnanimously avail himself to serve a greater good. He teaches you guys on how to handle some of the finer things in life. But, to date, too many have attacked him. I have defended him in Leaving the good shore in search of a better life. Whether you do agree or disagree with him, it is not important. The important thing is he stands to be counted. That's what matter. I don't even have the guts like him to stand and be counted. It is not that easy. His willingness to share makes him apart from all the fuckens I have met.
Just today, I have discovered another gem - Darkness. He wrote something very original in Log 2: 07-08-13 -Reflections in the field on a moonless night. Out of respect, I shan't repeat what he has written. You go and enjoy yourself there. I have always avoided close-quarter fighting as I know it is a zero-sum game. One will win and one will surely get hurt. Of course, the winner wins big and takes it all. The reward is more than ample. But, the loser loses everything including his life. Call me a coward, I much prefer a smaller fight than stake it all on one hand.
In my Zen Stories, I copied a tale of the Emperor's Seed to it. It said, "If you plant greed, you will reap loss." How very well said.
All along I always curse and swear to god why karma don't befall on those who deserve a good beating, instead, only good people suffer in silence. How very wrong!
A very, very long time ago in the land of the super poor farmers, it was deemed good karma that a fucken old guy married some one rich and powerful. He in turn got rich and powerful. He had a good family. Because he was a poor bastard before, his wife was not willing to give up any power, unless she has the whole of him. She started a family rule that said that he could only fuck her. It was only natural.
Now that his cock was stopped from screwing around, he turned his mind to power, after all the greatest sex organ is the brain. He screwed every one young and old. If he mind-fucks the brain sufficiently, he will get the same highs.
The family was brought up in the strictest of the married woman's rule. The son, instead of winning pretty gals' hearts, had to settle for ugly fucks and his dick wondered to the asshole bandits. The daughter got into very exotic taste for slaves and fucked only her tchaikovskys.
The fucken old guy had build great karmic bads. He has built an army full of greedy bastards, selfish and self-centred idiots who suck any one's cock as long as they get cash in return and in darkness' word - monsters.
The fucken old guy has made all his fellow cock-suckers an image of himself. The mini-mes. This is brilliant!
Now it doesn't matter if that fucken little farm sinks or floats, I have got no one to save, except for loved ones.
If ever, that fucken little farm gets to deploy the two talents I have highlighted here. She would have been a thousand times better. But, Mother Nature is fair, she gives every young seedling a fair chance to strike it out on their own. That fucken old guy and his fucken little farm simply have no more real talent to con. So sad, huh?
Thank you, Darkness for the enlightenment!
我辈岂是池中物,一遇风云便化龙。
LIFT: Limpeh Is Foreign Talent is a rare talent. He has magnanimously avail himself to serve a greater good. He teaches you guys on how to handle some of the finer things in life. But, to date, too many have attacked him. I have defended him in Leaving the good shore in search of a better life. Whether you do agree or disagree with him, it is not important. The important thing is he stands to be counted. That's what matter. I don't even have the guts like him to stand and be counted. It is not that easy. His willingness to share makes him apart from all the fuckens I have met.
Just today, I have discovered another gem - Darkness. He wrote something very original in Log 2: 07-08-13 -Reflections in the field on a moonless night. Out of respect, I shan't repeat what he has written. You go and enjoy yourself there. I have always avoided close-quarter fighting as I know it is a zero-sum game. One will win and one will surely get hurt. Of course, the winner wins big and takes it all. The reward is more than ample. But, the loser loses everything including his life. Call me a coward, I much prefer a smaller fight than stake it all on one hand.
In my Zen Stories, I copied a tale of the Emperor's Seed to it. It said, "If you plant greed, you will reap loss." How very well said.
All along I always curse and swear to god why karma don't befall on those who deserve a good beating, instead, only good people suffer in silence. How very wrong!
A very, very long time ago in the land of the super poor farmers, it was deemed good karma that a fucken old guy married some one rich and powerful. He in turn got rich and powerful. He had a good family. Because he was a poor bastard before, his wife was not willing to give up any power, unless she has the whole of him. She started a family rule that said that he could only fuck her. It was only natural.
Now that his cock was stopped from screwing around, he turned his mind to power, after all the greatest sex organ is the brain. He screwed every one young and old. If he mind-fucks the brain sufficiently, he will get the same highs.
The family was brought up in the strictest of the married woman's rule. The son, instead of winning pretty gals' hearts, had to settle for ugly fucks and his dick wondered to the asshole bandits. The daughter got into very exotic taste for slaves and fucked only her tchaikovskys.
The fucken old guy had build great karmic bads. He has built an army full of greedy bastards, selfish and self-centred idiots who suck any one's cock as long as they get cash in return and in darkness' word - monsters.
The fucken old guy has made all his fellow cock-suckers an image of himself. The mini-mes. This is brilliant!
Now it doesn't matter if that fucken little farm sinks or floats, I have got no one to save, except for loved ones.
If ever, that fucken little farm gets to deploy the two talents I have highlighted here. She would have been a thousand times better. But, Mother Nature is fair, she gives every young seedling a fair chance to strike it out on their own. That fucken old guy and his fucken little farm simply have no more real talent to con. So sad, huh?
Thank you, Darkness for the enlightenment!
我辈岂是池中物,一遇风云便化龙。
Thursday, 25 July 2013
p.Story - Josef Stalin's Chicken
The last part is here: Story - Sylvester Stallone
Josef Stalin was a bastard in his days. He was the de facto leader of the Soviet Union from the mid-1920s until his death in 1953. His story was one of disgust and lack of humanity. But, his story was not unique. His story was the main basis that this blog is based on. The Animal Farm. 1984. He single-handedly butchered 20 millions of his countrymen. He was the butcher of man. Nothing good could come out of his regime. AND that was only 50-60 years ago. Indeed, greed has great fellowship in man. His heir(s) would be extinguished in time through karma. Just see how cruel he treated his wives, sons and daughter(s).
Stalin's Quotes
“A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.”
"Death is the solution to all problems. No man - no problem."
“The only real power comes out of a long rifle.”
“It is enough that the people know there was an election. Those who vote decide nothing. Those who count the vote decide everything.”
“Ideas are far more powerful than guns. We don't let our people have guns. Why should we let them have ideas?”
“Education is a weapon, whose effect depends on who holds it in his hands and at whom it is aimed.”
“History has shown there are no invincible armies.”
“It is not heroes that make history, but history that makes heroes.”
“Gratitude is an illness suffered by dogs.”
“I believe in only one thing, the power of human will.”
“This creature (his first wife) softened my heart of stone. She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.”
“You cannot make a revolution with silk gloves.”
“In the Soviet army it takes more courage to retreat than advance.”
“Quantity has a quality all its own.”
“The Pope! How many divisions has he got?”
"The easiest way to gain control of the population is to carry out acts of terror."
"The public "will clamour for such laws if the personal security is threatened.""
"A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron."
"Everyone imposes his own system as far as his army can reach."
"If the opposition disarms, well and good. If it refuses to disarm, we shall disarm it ourselves."
"Print is the sharpest and the strongest weapon of our party."
"If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a "peace conference," you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes."
"I trust no one, not even myself."
"Writers are the engineers of human souls."
"Die, but do not retreat."
"Gaiety is the most outstanding feature of the Soviet Union."
"The rich experience of history teaches that up to now not a single class has voluntarily made way for another class."
"Человечество делится ... which means Mankind is divided into rich and poor, into property owners and exploited; and to abstract oneself from this fundamental division; and from the antagonism between poor and rich means abstracting oneself from fundamental facts.”
“Undoubtedly, our path is not of the easiest; but, just as undoubtedly, we are not to be frightened by difficulties. Paraphrasing from the well-known words of Luther, Russia might say: ‘Here I stand on the frontier between the old, capitalist world and the new, socialist world. Here on this frontier I unite the efforts of the proletarians of the West and of the peasantry of the East in order to shatter the old world. May the god of history be my aid!”
In today's context, how many leaders are guilty of these vile acts. The key problem with them is they have yet known the bitches of karma. All are welcomed to try them.
Stalin's Chicken
In the late summer of 1934 Russia was in the midst of a period of extreme upheaval and change known as the purges. Under the guise of progress and modernization the self promoted leader of the communist party, Josef Stalin, was systematically killing millions of his own people. Those whom he did not kill he left broken and scared, striped of their lands, possessions, food, and freedom.
Few outside of Russia seemed aware or concerned about what he was doing. State news reports at the time touted the dramatic evolution of such a large and backward country into a modern industrial society. The massive government work projects moved mountains and changed the course of rivers, industrial factories began to produce a limitless supply of modern goods, and endless oceans of wheat grew upon the arid farm land of the western step under the direction of authoritative state owned collectives.
Stalin himself was lifted up as the model of a strong leader. Every where he went there where large crowds cheering him as he struck impressive and stoic poses for the media. Numerous events were staged to demonstrate the triumph of communism over poverty, ignorance, and corruption and to portray Stalin as the firm benevolent father.
At one such event a small group of state and visiting western media were gathered to document Stalin as a man of the people. He was to tour a local farm, interact with the workers, and answer questions from the press. All had gone as planned. The farm was perfectly staged for pictures. The workers were hand picked and prepared for their performance. Stalin’s presence was undeniable as he answered every one of the prescribed questions given to the media. Stalin walked casually through the barnyard answering questions and spreading grain to a group of chickens. “Yes, domestic agricultural output has increased by four hundred percent since we nationalized agricultural production.” answered Stalin. “Through the implementation of modern farming methods and state control there is more grain, more cabbage, and more carrots.” He continued, “Even these chickens have increased egg production.” He half joked. The media and his aides nodded and smiled in agreement. Everything was wonderful in Russia. Everyone agreed and that’s all there was to know.
That is until one typically skeptical American journalist dared to ask an unprepared question; an honest and informed question. “Mister Premier,” the journalist said “How long do you think you can keep up this charade?” To which there was no reply.
Stalin just continued spreading grain. The journalist asked again, “What makes you think you can starve and torture and kill your people and they won’t rise up against you?” The local media stood dumbstruck with fear and his aides in a panic attempted to shuffle off the question and the journalist. Stalin motioned for them to stop and for the cameras to be put away.
He then reached down and picked up one of the chickens and held it tight under his arm so it could not move. Stalin then continued in reply to the journalist’s question as calm and as confident as before. He said, “We have more grain because we have nationalized farming and so we can sell the grain for capital in order to build factories to produce the things the people need.” As he spoke he began to rip the feathers off the chickens back in great handfuls. He continued, “The people have need of many things that we are now giving them.” The poor bird squawked and screeched in agony. Stalin’s grasp tightened. His iron grip held the bird firm as he calmly turned to the journalist and spoke. “It is a testament to the ability of man in this modern age that through the state we have overcome the individual weaknesses of greed and selfishness that have kept us from solving our problems.”
The journalist could hardly speak. He stared in horror as Stalin savaged the chicken. The bird nearly limp, convulsed slightly as Stalin placed it back on the ground. It staggered clumsily away, unlikely to have been able to process what was just done to it. A feeling of disgust covered over by fear was palpable upon the barnyard. Stalin reached into his pocket for a handful of grain and continued on as before to feed the chickens who flocked around him.
The journalist stammer, “What… Why…?”
Stalin continued in response, “We are solving these problems.” Seemingly oblivious to the journalist’s questions. He was remarkably unaffected by his own actions or the journalist’s response to it. He said, “In Russia, as it should be in all the world, from each according to his abilities and too each according to his need.”
Stalin, identifying the wounded chicken he had just damaged creeping back toward the edge of the flock to peck at the bits of grain remaining on the ground, reached again into his jacket pocket and pulled out a fresh handful of grain. He knelt down a bit and held out his hand toward the injured animal. The bird looked for a moment, cocked its head to the slide a bit, and then timidly step toward Stalin.
In a moment, it was eating the food right out of the hand that minutes before had torn the feathers right off it’s back. Stalin dropped the remaining grain on the ground stood and turned toward the journalist. "Did that answer your question," he said.
The journalist hesitated, locked in a momentary state of emotional and mental chaos. He responded, “Yes sir, thank you.” as the full impact of the situation became clear in his mind.
The Point:
The point is there is no point. People do things because they can. Both good and bad. This is a difficult concept to understand and even more difficult thing to accept without generally destroying most people’s basic understanding of the world. Our interaction with the world is based on perception and perception is the act of drawing internal conclusions based upon external stimuli.
We take what is on the outside bounce it off of what is on the inside and try to figure out how they relate. This is why people can have widely varied opinions. What is on the inside is never exactly the same. The problem is that most people tend to think that everyone else thinks the same as they do. If you have ever heard the expression, “think out of the box”, this is what that is talking about.
The bigger problem is that in general, we do all think the same or at least in a similar enough manner to get by. As much as we are different we are the same grouped along varied trains of thoughts. There are liberals and conservatives, aggressives and passives, intellectuals and physicals all gravitated together in sub categories within the general human experience.
So when an abnormality presents itself, such as a serial killer, we don’t know how deal with it. They are outside of our general understanding. When confronted with things outside of our individual and general experience we waste precious time trying to explain it in a way that reconciles with our understanding or perception. The result is that when you are confronted with this. The best thing to do is to simply identify the situation and then determine what response is in your best interest. Do not waste time trying to figure out why, you can do that at a later time. Trying to understand often leads to anger, confusion, frustration, and delay. All of which can impair your ability to act or act wisely.
The Lesson to Learn:
Jee’s just re-read the story. The lessons to learn from this story about human nature, business, and social interaction are near endless. OK, here is an example of a lesson about human nature.
This story illustrates both of the far sides of the human experience. Man is corrupt anyone who tells you differently is likely attempting to delude themselves in order to deal with the world in a manner that they can handle. By pretending that the world and people are good and just need a chance to do what is right they feel safer.
But man and the world are neither good nor safe and by recognizing this you can take better actions to protect yourself, those you are responsible for, and your stuff. It is easy to see how Stalin was corrupt always dominating, control, and ruling by fear. The image of him as an aggressor brutalizing the poor weak bird is a caricature of the strong over the weak. This is an obvious example but given the choice, I would choose the obvious evil over the hidden. I can fight it or at least avoid it. You can’t avoid what you can’t see.
Besides the very principle of strong over the weak is the basis of survival and for the non religious reader who denies the Biblical account of the fall and the corrupt (sin) nature of man it is also the basis of the Darwinian model of evolution. Strong over the weak for the purpose of survival via propagation of dominant traits. So don’t get upset when a bum beats the crap out of you in an alley because you think it is wrong to carry a gun.
The less obvious corruption is that on the opposite side of the pool from Stalin, the chicken is just as corrupt. It shows no moral courage, no strength of character taking hand outs and charity. It demonstrates no advanced thought or ingenuity in the pursuit of its subsistence. It puts forth no real defense to the aggression forced upon it and having been abused it does not rise to a higher status of purpose with the knowledge and understanding gained by its experience. It simply comes back for more… it is meat. It is fodder for the energies of those who take action. It is the potential corruption of ---- that lies at the shallow end of the pool.
It is the evil that exists and we don’t see it as evil for pity’s sake. But in being a victim it exists as a temptation to the strong like a glass of whiskey is a temptation to a recovering alcoholic. And what about everything in between these two extremes?
Think of the state media and Stalin’ s handlers, or the farm workers, or even the journalist; all were complacent in the situation and the system. Each singly looked out for themselves in order to get by. Is Stalin any worse then anyone else in this story, well yes, but he is a shark and a shark is a shark and a chicken is a chicken and if a chicken falls into the shark tank can anyone blame the shark for eating it.
Stay away from the tank, if you are a chicken. If you’re not a chicken then take your chances as you see fit but don’t expect us to cry for you if you jump into the tank and end up bloody.
The Short Lesson:
People are bad and will hurt you to get what they want. People are weak and stupid and will keep coming back to harmful situations if they don’t learn.
The Brutal Truth:
There are bad people out there and I mean really bad; evil. There are a lot more of them then you think and they look just like you and me. They can and will hurt you. They will hurt you financially, mentally, emotionally, and physically. It does not matter why but most will do it as a simple unconscious exercise of a choice between them or you. Then there are others who will hurt you on purpose because they don’t like you or they feel threatened by you. And finally some will hurt you just because they can.
Let this essay be marked and remembered in its raw form. I have no doubt of its value when the right moment arrives. I know the flow is biased towards nastiness, but do bear in mind, karma is a real bitch when it comes to revenge. Try not to hurt anyone if you can. If you must, do it with the understanding that one day, a stronger force will swallow you whole. He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword.
Josef Stalin was a bastard in his days. He was the de facto leader of the Soviet Union from the mid-1920s until his death in 1953. His story was one of disgust and lack of humanity. But, his story was not unique. His story was the main basis that this blog is based on. The Animal Farm. 1984. He single-handedly butchered 20 millions of his countrymen. He was the butcher of man. Nothing good could come out of his regime. AND that was only 50-60 years ago. Indeed, greed has great fellowship in man. His heir(s) would be extinguished in time through karma. Just see how cruel he treated his wives, sons and daughter(s).
Stalin's Quotes
“A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.”
"Death is the solution to all problems. No man - no problem."
“The only real power comes out of a long rifle.”
“It is enough that the people know there was an election. Those who vote decide nothing. Those who count the vote decide everything.”
“Ideas are far more powerful than guns. We don't let our people have guns. Why should we let them have ideas?”
“Education is a weapon, whose effect depends on who holds it in his hands and at whom it is aimed.”
“History has shown there are no invincible armies.”
“It is not heroes that make history, but history that makes heroes.”
“Gratitude is an illness suffered by dogs.”
“I believe in only one thing, the power of human will.”
“This creature (his first wife) softened my heart of stone. She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.”
“You cannot make a revolution with silk gloves.”
“In the Soviet army it takes more courage to retreat than advance.”
“Quantity has a quality all its own.”
“The Pope! How many divisions has he got?”
"The easiest way to gain control of the population is to carry out acts of terror."
"The public "will clamour for such laws if the personal security is threatened.""
"A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron."
"Everyone imposes his own system as far as his army can reach."
"If the opposition disarms, well and good. If it refuses to disarm, we shall disarm it ourselves."
"Print is the sharpest and the strongest weapon of our party."
"If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a "peace conference," you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes."
"I trust no one, not even myself."
"Writers are the engineers of human souls."
"Die, but do not retreat."
"Gaiety is the most outstanding feature of the Soviet Union."
"The rich experience of history teaches that up to now not a single class has voluntarily made way for another class."
"Человечество делится ... which means Mankind is divided into rich and poor, into property owners and exploited; and to abstract oneself from this fundamental division; and from the antagonism between poor and rich means abstracting oneself from fundamental facts.”
“Undoubtedly, our path is not of the easiest; but, just as undoubtedly, we are not to be frightened by difficulties. Paraphrasing from the well-known words of Luther, Russia might say: ‘Here I stand on the frontier between the old, capitalist world and the new, socialist world. Here on this frontier I unite the efforts of the proletarians of the West and of the peasantry of the East in order to shatter the old world. May the god of history be my aid!”
In today's context, how many leaders are guilty of these vile acts. The key problem with them is they have yet known the bitches of karma. All are welcomed to try them.
Stalin's Chicken
In the late summer of 1934 Russia was in the midst of a period of extreme upheaval and change known as the purges. Under the guise of progress and modernization the self promoted leader of the communist party, Josef Stalin, was systematically killing millions of his own people. Those whom he did not kill he left broken and scared, striped of their lands, possessions, food, and freedom.
Few outside of Russia seemed aware or concerned about what he was doing. State news reports at the time touted the dramatic evolution of such a large and backward country into a modern industrial society. The massive government work projects moved mountains and changed the course of rivers, industrial factories began to produce a limitless supply of modern goods, and endless oceans of wheat grew upon the arid farm land of the western step under the direction of authoritative state owned collectives.
Stalin himself was lifted up as the model of a strong leader. Every where he went there where large crowds cheering him as he struck impressive and stoic poses for the media. Numerous events were staged to demonstrate the triumph of communism over poverty, ignorance, and corruption and to portray Stalin as the firm benevolent father.
At one such event a small group of state and visiting western media were gathered to document Stalin as a man of the people. He was to tour a local farm, interact with the workers, and answer questions from the press. All had gone as planned. The farm was perfectly staged for pictures. The workers were hand picked and prepared for their performance. Stalin’s presence was undeniable as he answered every one of the prescribed questions given to the media. Stalin walked casually through the barnyard answering questions and spreading grain to a group of chickens. “Yes, domestic agricultural output has increased by four hundred percent since we nationalized agricultural production.” answered Stalin. “Through the implementation of modern farming methods and state control there is more grain, more cabbage, and more carrots.” He continued, “Even these chickens have increased egg production.” He half joked. The media and his aides nodded and smiled in agreement. Everything was wonderful in Russia. Everyone agreed and that’s all there was to know.
That is until one typically skeptical American journalist dared to ask an unprepared question; an honest and informed question. “Mister Premier,” the journalist said “How long do you think you can keep up this charade?” To which there was no reply.
Stalin just continued spreading grain. The journalist asked again, “What makes you think you can starve and torture and kill your people and they won’t rise up against you?” The local media stood dumbstruck with fear and his aides in a panic attempted to shuffle off the question and the journalist. Stalin motioned for them to stop and for the cameras to be put away.
He then reached down and picked up one of the chickens and held it tight under his arm so it could not move. Stalin then continued in reply to the journalist’s question as calm and as confident as before. He said, “We have more grain because we have nationalized farming and so we can sell the grain for capital in order to build factories to produce the things the people need.” As he spoke he began to rip the feathers off the chickens back in great handfuls. He continued, “The people have need of many things that we are now giving them.” The poor bird squawked and screeched in agony. Stalin’s grasp tightened. His iron grip held the bird firm as he calmly turned to the journalist and spoke. “It is a testament to the ability of man in this modern age that through the state we have overcome the individual weaknesses of greed and selfishness that have kept us from solving our problems.”
The journalist could hardly speak. He stared in horror as Stalin savaged the chicken. The bird nearly limp, convulsed slightly as Stalin placed it back on the ground. It staggered clumsily away, unlikely to have been able to process what was just done to it. A feeling of disgust covered over by fear was palpable upon the barnyard. Stalin reached into his pocket for a handful of grain and continued on as before to feed the chickens who flocked around him.
The journalist stammer, “What… Why…?”
Stalin continued in response, “We are solving these problems.” Seemingly oblivious to the journalist’s questions. He was remarkably unaffected by his own actions or the journalist’s response to it. He said, “In Russia, as it should be in all the world, from each according to his abilities and too each according to his need.”
Stalin, identifying the wounded chicken he had just damaged creeping back toward the edge of the flock to peck at the bits of grain remaining on the ground, reached again into his jacket pocket and pulled out a fresh handful of grain. He knelt down a bit and held out his hand toward the injured animal. The bird looked for a moment, cocked its head to the slide a bit, and then timidly step toward Stalin.
In a moment, it was eating the food right out of the hand that minutes before had torn the feathers right off it’s back. Stalin dropped the remaining grain on the ground stood and turned toward the journalist. "Did that answer your question," he said.
The journalist hesitated, locked in a momentary state of emotional and mental chaos. He responded, “Yes sir, thank you.” as the full impact of the situation became clear in his mind.
The Point:
The point is there is no point. People do things because they can. Both good and bad. This is a difficult concept to understand and even more difficult thing to accept without generally destroying most people’s basic understanding of the world. Our interaction with the world is based on perception and perception is the act of drawing internal conclusions based upon external stimuli.
We take what is on the outside bounce it off of what is on the inside and try to figure out how they relate. This is why people can have widely varied opinions. What is on the inside is never exactly the same. The problem is that most people tend to think that everyone else thinks the same as they do. If you have ever heard the expression, “think out of the box”, this is what that is talking about.
The bigger problem is that in general, we do all think the same or at least in a similar enough manner to get by. As much as we are different we are the same grouped along varied trains of thoughts. There are liberals and conservatives, aggressives and passives, intellectuals and physicals all gravitated together in sub categories within the general human experience.
So when an abnormality presents itself, such as a serial killer, we don’t know how deal with it. They are outside of our general understanding. When confronted with things outside of our individual and general experience we waste precious time trying to explain it in a way that reconciles with our understanding or perception. The result is that when you are confronted with this. The best thing to do is to simply identify the situation and then determine what response is in your best interest. Do not waste time trying to figure out why, you can do that at a later time. Trying to understand often leads to anger, confusion, frustration, and delay. All of which can impair your ability to act or act wisely.
The Lesson to Learn:
Jee’s just re-read the story. The lessons to learn from this story about human nature, business, and social interaction are near endless. OK, here is an example of a lesson about human nature.
This story illustrates both of the far sides of the human experience. Man is corrupt anyone who tells you differently is likely attempting to delude themselves in order to deal with the world in a manner that they can handle. By pretending that the world and people are good and just need a chance to do what is right they feel safer.
But man and the world are neither good nor safe and by recognizing this you can take better actions to protect yourself, those you are responsible for, and your stuff. It is easy to see how Stalin was corrupt always dominating, control, and ruling by fear. The image of him as an aggressor brutalizing the poor weak bird is a caricature of the strong over the weak. This is an obvious example but given the choice, I would choose the obvious evil over the hidden. I can fight it or at least avoid it. You can’t avoid what you can’t see.
Besides the very principle of strong over the weak is the basis of survival and for the non religious reader who denies the Biblical account of the fall and the corrupt (sin) nature of man it is also the basis of the Darwinian model of evolution. Strong over the weak for the purpose of survival via propagation of dominant traits. So don’t get upset when a bum beats the crap out of you in an alley because you think it is wrong to carry a gun.
The less obvious corruption is that on the opposite side of the pool from Stalin, the chicken is just as corrupt. It shows no moral courage, no strength of character taking hand outs and charity. It demonstrates no advanced thought or ingenuity in the pursuit of its subsistence. It puts forth no real defense to the aggression forced upon it and having been abused it does not rise to a higher status of purpose with the knowledge and understanding gained by its experience. It simply comes back for more… it is meat. It is fodder for the energies of those who take action. It is the potential corruption of ---- that lies at the shallow end of the pool.
It is the evil that exists and we don’t see it as evil for pity’s sake. But in being a victim it exists as a temptation to the strong like a glass of whiskey is a temptation to a recovering alcoholic. And what about everything in between these two extremes?
Think of the state media and Stalin’ s handlers, or the farm workers, or even the journalist; all were complacent in the situation and the system. Each singly looked out for themselves in order to get by. Is Stalin any worse then anyone else in this story, well yes, but he is a shark and a shark is a shark and a chicken is a chicken and if a chicken falls into the shark tank can anyone blame the shark for eating it.
Stay away from the tank, if you are a chicken. If you’re not a chicken then take your chances as you see fit but don’t expect us to cry for you if you jump into the tank and end up bloody.
The Short Lesson:
People are bad and will hurt you to get what they want. People are weak and stupid and will keep coming back to harmful situations if they don’t learn.
The Brutal Truth:
There are bad people out there and I mean really bad; evil. There are a lot more of them then you think and they look just like you and me. They can and will hurt you. They will hurt you financially, mentally, emotionally, and physically. It does not matter why but most will do it as a simple unconscious exercise of a choice between them or you. Then there are others who will hurt you on purpose because they don’t like you or they feel threatened by you. And finally some will hurt you just because they can.
Let this essay be marked and remembered in its raw form. I have no doubt of its value when the right moment arrives. I know the flow is biased towards nastiness, but do bear in mind, karma is a real bitch when it comes to revenge. Try not to hurt anyone if you can. If you must, do it with the understanding that one day, a stronger force will swallow you whole. He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword.
Wednesday, 24 July 2013
p.Zen Stories
Empty Your Cup
Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen. Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor’s cup full, and then kept on pouring.
The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself.
“It is overfull. No more will go in!”
“Like this cup,” Nan-in said, “you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”
We'll See ...
There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit.
"Such bad luck," they said sympathetically.
"We'll see," the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses.
"How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed.
"We'll see," replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
"We'll see," answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
"We'll see" said the farmer.
Working Very Hard
A martial arts student went to his teacher and said earnestly, "I am devoted to studying your martial system. How long will it take me to master it."
The teacher's reply was casual, "Ten years."
Impatiently, the student answered, "But I want to master it faster than that. I will work very hard. I will practice everyday, ten or more hours a day if I have to. How long will it take then?"
The teacher thought for a moment, "20 years."
Is That So?
A beautiful girl in the village was pregnant. Her angry parents demanded to know who was the father. At first resistant to confess, the anxious and embarrassed girl finally pointed to Hakuin, the Zen master whom everyone previously revered for living such a pure life. When the outraged parents confronted Hakuin with their daughter's accusation, he simply replied "Is that so?"
When the child was born, the parents brought it to the Hakuin, who now was viewed as a pariah by the whole village. They demanded that he take care of the child since it was his responsibility. "Is that so?" Hakuin said calmly as he accepted the child.
For many months he took very good care of the child until the daughter could no longer withstand the lie she had told. She confessed that the real father was a young man in the village whom she had tried to protect. The parents immediately went to Hakuin to see if he would return the baby. With profuse apologies they explained what had happened. "Is that so?" Hakuin said as he handed them the child.
Obsessed
Two zen monks were travelling. They came to a ford of a stream that was running high, and the current was strong and frightening looking.
An attractive young lady was standing at the ford, looking nervous. She clearly was afraid to cross, but had an important reason to go.
Without a word, the older of the two monks lifted her in his arms and waded across the stream, and placed her safely on the far bank.
The younger monk looked shocked at this action, but kept his silence for quite some number of miles as they continued their journey.
Finally, he blurted out "You know that it is against the rules of our order to have any contact with women. How could you do that?".
The older monk replied "I put her down when I reached the other side of the river. You, on the other hand, have been carrying her this whole way."
Learning the Hard Way
The son of a master thief asked his father to teach him the secrets of the trade.
The old thief agreed and that night took his son to burglarize a large house.
While the family was asleep, he silently led his young apprentice into a room that contained a clothes closet. The father told his son to go into the closet to pick out some clothes. When he did, his father quickly shut the door and locked him in.
Then he went back outside, knocked loudly on the front door, thereby waking the family, and quickly slipped away before anyone saw him.
Hours later, his son returned home, bedraggled and exhausted. "Father," he cried angrily, "Why did you lock me in that closet? If I hadn't been made desperate by my fear of getting caught, I never would have escaped. It took all my ingenuity to get out!"
The old thief smiled. "Son, you have had your first lesson in the art of burglary."
The Emperor's Seed
An emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you." The kids were shocked!
But the emperor continued. "I am going to give each one of you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it and come back here after one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next emperor!"
One boy named Ling was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his mother the story. She helped him get a pot and planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Ling kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. 3 weeks, 4 weeks, 5 weeks went by. Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants but Ling didn't have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went by, still nothing in Ling's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didn't say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told his mother that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But honest about what happened, Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace.
When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other youths. They were beautiful in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, "Hey nice try." When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "What great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the emperor. "Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!"
All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Ling was terrified. "The emperor knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me killed!" When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. "My name is Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, "Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!"
Ling couldn't believe it. Ling couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the emperor said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds, which would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!"
If you plant honesty, you will reap trust.
If you plant goodness, you will reap friends.
If you plant humility, you will reap greatness.
If you plant perseverance, you will reap victory.
If you plant consideration, you will reap harmony.
If you plant hard work, you will reap success.
If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation.
If you plant openness, you will reap intimacy.
If you plant patience, you will reap improvements.
If you plant faith, you will reap miracles.
But,
If you plant dishonesty, you will reap distrust.
If you plant selfishness, you will reap loneliness.
If you plant pride, you will reap destruction.
If you plant envy, you will reap trouble.
If you plant laziness, you will reap stagnation.
If you plant bitterness, you will reap isolation.
If you plant greed, you will reap loss.
If you plant gossip, you will reap enemies.
If you plant worries, you will reap wrinkles.
If you plant sin, you will reap guilt.
When Tired
A student once asked his teacher,
"Master, what is enlightenment?"
The master replied,
"When hungry, eat. When tired, sleep."
A blogger once said:
Living by Intention I need to know that I exist. I cannot know what lies beyond the end of existence, and I refuse to let my attention be taken up by it. There is too much here and now to be lost if I focus my eyes far away. Each moment holds the possibility: do I do, with this moment, that which leads to my dreams? Or do I accept by default that which is laid out before me, without being formed by my decisions? Do I let uncertainty, fear of the disapproval of others, considerations of my 'dignity', the thought that I have never chosen this choice before, do I let these things dictate my way? Or do I say "NO!" to the inertia of habit and choose each moment's course to be the one that satisfies my highest vision of myself-as-I-choose-to-be?
To have new-born eyes, to see the vast imponderable majesty of perfection in a common leaf-pile, to be emboldened by a puddle on the sidewalk to live life with the joy and abandon of a perfect child; this is the goal I seek. To see ahead of me a climb into the perfection of the moments I have passed through, without wasting regret on any path I have not chosen, to be exactly where I want to be because I chose my steps to get here -- that is the high estate to which I aspire.
I say that you can choose this aliveness by deciding what to do at any moment on no other basis than this: is this what I, in my entire soul and heart, know to be the thing I should do next? You do not ask yourself questions to know this; it comes to you from your whole body, and takes less than an instant to know, or you do not know it. You will have to practice silencing the voices of your past - mercilessly, for they will have no mercy on you and deserve none from you - but then you will hear the voice of your true self. It will know what to do so well, so perfectly gracefully that in a moment you will have lived longer than your last year of living within the mundane bounds of society, and by living fully this way, you live forever within the stretch of your lifetime.
Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen. Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor’s cup full, and then kept on pouring.
The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself.
“It is overfull. No more will go in!”
“Like this cup,” Nan-in said, “you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”
We'll See ...
There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit.
"Such bad luck," they said sympathetically.
"We'll see," the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses.
"How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed.
"We'll see," replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
"We'll see," answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
"We'll see" said the farmer.
Working Very Hard
A martial arts student went to his teacher and said earnestly, "I am devoted to studying your martial system. How long will it take me to master it."
The teacher's reply was casual, "Ten years."
Impatiently, the student answered, "But I want to master it faster than that. I will work very hard. I will practice everyday, ten or more hours a day if I have to. How long will it take then?"
The teacher thought for a moment, "20 years."
Is That So?
A beautiful girl in the village was pregnant. Her angry parents demanded to know who was the father. At first resistant to confess, the anxious and embarrassed girl finally pointed to Hakuin, the Zen master whom everyone previously revered for living such a pure life. When the outraged parents confronted Hakuin with their daughter's accusation, he simply replied "Is that so?"
When the child was born, the parents brought it to the Hakuin, who now was viewed as a pariah by the whole village. They demanded that he take care of the child since it was his responsibility. "Is that so?" Hakuin said calmly as he accepted the child.
For many months he took very good care of the child until the daughter could no longer withstand the lie she had told. She confessed that the real father was a young man in the village whom she had tried to protect. The parents immediately went to Hakuin to see if he would return the baby. With profuse apologies they explained what had happened. "Is that so?" Hakuin said as he handed them the child.
Two zen monks were travelling. They came to a ford of a stream that was running high, and the current was strong and frightening looking.
An attractive young lady was standing at the ford, looking nervous. She clearly was afraid to cross, but had an important reason to go.
Without a word, the older of the two monks lifted her in his arms and waded across the stream, and placed her safely on the far bank.
The younger monk looked shocked at this action, but kept his silence for quite some number of miles as they continued their journey.
Finally, he blurted out "You know that it is against the rules of our order to have any contact with women. How could you do that?".
The older monk replied "I put her down when I reached the other side of the river. You, on the other hand, have been carrying her this whole way."
Learning the Hard Way
The son of a master thief asked his father to teach him the secrets of the trade.
The old thief agreed and that night took his son to burglarize a large house.
While the family was asleep, he silently led his young apprentice into a room that contained a clothes closet. The father told his son to go into the closet to pick out some clothes. When he did, his father quickly shut the door and locked him in.
Then he went back outside, knocked loudly on the front door, thereby waking the family, and quickly slipped away before anyone saw him.
Hours later, his son returned home, bedraggled and exhausted. "Father," he cried angrily, "Why did you lock me in that closet? If I hadn't been made desperate by my fear of getting caught, I never would have escaped. It took all my ingenuity to get out!"
The old thief smiled. "Son, you have had your first lesson in the art of burglary."
The Emperor's Seed
An emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you." The kids were shocked!
But the emperor continued. "I am going to give each one of you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it and come back here after one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next emperor!"
One boy named Ling was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly told his mother the story. She helped him get a pot and planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. Ling kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. 3 weeks, 4 weeks, 5 weeks went by. Still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants but Ling didn't have a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went by, still nothing in Ling's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didn't say anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told his mother that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But honest about what happened, Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace.
When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other youths. They were beautiful in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, "Hey nice try." When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "What great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the emperor. "Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!"
All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Ling was terrified. "The emperor knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me killed!" When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. "My name is Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, "Behold your new emperor! His name is Ling!"
Ling couldn't believe it. Ling couldn't even grow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the emperor said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds, which would not grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!"
If you plant honesty, you will reap trust.
If you plant goodness, you will reap friends.
If you plant humility, you will reap greatness.
If you plant perseverance, you will reap victory.
If you plant consideration, you will reap harmony.
If you plant hard work, you will reap success.
If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation.
If you plant openness, you will reap intimacy.
If you plant patience, you will reap improvements.
If you plant faith, you will reap miracles.
But,
If you plant dishonesty, you will reap distrust.
If you plant selfishness, you will reap loneliness.
If you plant pride, you will reap destruction.
If you plant envy, you will reap trouble.
If you plant laziness, you will reap stagnation.
If you plant bitterness, you will reap isolation.
If you plant greed, you will reap loss.
If you plant gossip, you will reap enemies.
If you plant worries, you will reap wrinkles.
If you plant sin, you will reap guilt.
When Tired
A student once asked his teacher,
"Master, what is enlightenment?"
The master replied,
"When hungry, eat. When tired, sleep."
A blogger once said:
Living by Intention I need to know that I exist. I cannot know what lies beyond the end of existence, and I refuse to let my attention be taken up by it. There is too much here and now to be lost if I focus my eyes far away. Each moment holds the possibility: do I do, with this moment, that which leads to my dreams? Or do I accept by default that which is laid out before me, without being formed by my decisions? Do I let uncertainty, fear of the disapproval of others, considerations of my 'dignity', the thought that I have never chosen this choice before, do I let these things dictate my way? Or do I say "NO!" to the inertia of habit and choose each moment's course to be the one that satisfies my highest vision of myself-as-I-choose-to-be?
To have new-born eyes, to see the vast imponderable majesty of perfection in a common leaf-pile, to be emboldened by a puddle on the sidewalk to live life with the joy and abandon of a perfect child; this is the goal I seek. To see ahead of me a climb into the perfection of the moments I have passed through, without wasting regret on any path I have not chosen, to be exactly where I want to be because I chose my steps to get here -- that is the high estate to which I aspire.
I say that you can choose this aliveness by deciding what to do at any moment on no other basis than this: is this what I, in my entire soul and heart, know to be the thing I should do next? You do not ask yourself questions to know this; it comes to you from your whole body, and takes less than an instant to know, or you do not know it. You will have to practice silencing the voices of your past - mercilessly, for they will have no mercy on you and deserve none from you - but then you will hear the voice of your true self. It will know what to do so well, so perfectly gracefully that in a moment you will have lived longer than your last year of living within the mundane bounds of society, and by living fully this way, you live forever within the stretch of your lifetime.
Saturday, 13 July 2013
p.What Drives Me?
The last part is here: Leaving the good shore in search of a better life
和子由澠池懷舊
蘇軾(宋)
人生到處知何似,應似飛鴻踏雪泥。
泥上偶然留指爪,鴻飛那復計東西。
老僧已死成新塔,壞壁無由見舊題。
往日崎嶇還記否,路長人困蹇驢嘶。
What is this drifting life like? Do you know? It is like a wild goose treading on the snow.
Its tracks are left on the soil without knowing why. And the wild goose does not care where to fly?
A new memorial pagoda for the old monk rises above his burial place. The poems we once wrote on the ruined wall are gone without a trace.
Do you remember the time when we were travelling on the rugged road? The lame donkey brayed; we were tired and still have a long way to go.
There are so many people nowadays asked me the same question: "What drives me?"
I really don't know what to answer. The fact is that I am living and breathing every day as if I have no tomorrow. I don't seem to have time to achieve what I have set out to do. I simply have too many unfinished jobs.
I have lost so much time dealing with my failures and disappointments that I now realised that I have to let each of every one of these betrayals go. If I am still fill with hatred, then how can I fill my heart with love. By letting go, maybe I just given permission for me to live life again. Keeping bitterness don't create final happiness. Wallowing in sadness don't build a fortress of harmony. I must therefore learn to let go. But, sometimes letting go also means letting go of my memories. Some memories are good, but, memories that are bad are also stuck with the good ones. They are actually inseparables. Sigh ...
Maybe, just maybe, I might learn to fly once more.
和子由澠池懷舊
蘇軾(宋)
人生到處知何似,應似飛鴻踏雪泥。
泥上偶然留指爪,鴻飛那復計東西。
老僧已死成新塔,壞壁無由見舊題。
往日崎嶇還記否,路長人困蹇驢嘶。
What is this drifting life like? Do you know? It is like a wild goose treading on the snow.
Its tracks are left on the soil without knowing why. And the wild goose does not care where to fly?
A new memorial pagoda for the old monk rises above his burial place. The poems we once wrote on the ruined wall are gone without a trace.
Do you remember the time when we were travelling on the rugged road? The lame donkey brayed; we were tired and still have a long way to go.
There are so many people nowadays asked me the same question: "What drives me?"
I really don't know what to answer. The fact is that I am living and breathing every day as if I have no tomorrow. I don't seem to have time to achieve what I have set out to do. I simply have too many unfinished jobs.
I have lost so much time dealing with my failures and disappointments that I now realised that I have to let each of every one of these betrayals go. If I am still fill with hatred, then how can I fill my heart with love. By letting go, maybe I just given permission for me to live life again. Keeping bitterness don't create final happiness. Wallowing in sadness don't build a fortress of harmony. I must therefore learn to let go. But, sometimes letting go also means letting go of my memories. Some memories are good, but, memories that are bad are also stuck with the good ones. They are actually inseparables. Sigh ...
Maybe, just maybe, I might learn to fly once more.
Friday, 17 May 2013
p.The End of a Good Final Chapter
If the chapter is good, it is sad to end.
If the memories are strong, it will never fade.
If the chapter is really that good, why is there then a heaviness?
Let the sands of time be my guide, may my heart be as soft and willing to accept my station in life.
I cannot regret. Neither can I be allowed to remember.
A little poem to read (徐志摩):
再别康橋
輕輕的我走了,
Lightly I leave,
正如我輕輕的來;
as lightly I came;
我輕輕的招手,
I lightly wave goodbye,
作別西天的雲彩。
to the sunlit clouds in the western sky.
那河畔的金柳,
The golden willows of that riverside,
是夕陽中的新娘;
are brides in the setting sun;
波光裡的艷影,
their glimmering reflections in the water,
在我的心頭蕩漾。
ripple in the depth of my heart.
軟泥上的青荇,
The waterlilies in the soft mud,
油油的在水底招搖;
sway splendidly under the water.
在康河的柔波裡,
In the gentle waves of the Cam,
我甘心做一條水草!
I would be a water plant!
那榆蔭下的一潭,
That pool in the shade of elm trees,
不是清泉,是天上虹;
is not springwater, but a heavenly rainbow;
揉碎在浮藻間,
crumbling amongst the floating grasses,
沉澱著彩虹似的夢。
the settling rainbow seems like a dream.
尋夢?撐一支長篙,
Looking for dreams? Push a punt,
向青草更青處漫溯;
to where the grass is greener still upstream;
滿載一船星輝,
a boat laden with starlight,
在星輝斑斕裡放歌。
singing freely in the glorious light of stars.
但我不能放歌,
But I cannot sing freely,
悄悄是別離的笙簫;
silence is the music of my departure,
夏蟲也為我沉默,
even the summer insects are quiet for me,
沉默是今晚的康橋!
tonight’s Cambridge is silent!
悄悄的我走了,
Quietly I leave,
正如我悄悄的來;
as quietly I came;
我揮一揮衣袖,
I cast my sleeves a little,
不帶走一片雲彩。
not taking even a strand of cloud away.
youtube: 張清芳 - 再別康橋
youtube: (1) 偶然 - 陳秋霞
(2) 偶然 詩:徐志摩 作曲:陳秋霞 演唱:張清芳
youtube: 陈百强 ~ 偏偏喜欢你
youtube: 胭脂扣 梅艷芳
youtube: 梅艷芳 心債 1982
明明用尽了努力 明明事事都不计
为什么万般痴心 都等如枉费
Let this be the closure I have always expected. May all who loved love. I am too old to contemplate again.
youtube: 王靖雯 - 容易受傷的女人
youtube: 蔡楓華 倩影 1981
遙望你倩影經過
看燈飾與夜色輝映
明亮眼眸裡一縷失落
令我眼光不禁追隨
youtube: 徐小鳳 無奈
明白我愿能完全屬你 無奈身不自主
不必再管我 轉身去 縱使捨不得你
youtube: 張德蘭 情義兩心堅 1983
情若真 不必相見恨晚 見到一眼再不慨歎 情義似水逝去 此心托飛雁 遠勝孤單在世間 情若真 不必驚怕聚散 變化轉瞬也應見慣 誰願去揮慧劍 此心托飛雁 縱隔千山亦無間 愛比朝露 未怕短暫 存在兩心堅 情不會淡 別去已經難 重會更艱難 愛火於心間 不冷 情若真 不必苦惱自歎 縱已失去也可再挽 情緣至今未冷 此心托飛雁 那怕悲歡何妨聚散 愛比朝露 未怕短暫 存在兩心堅 情不會淡 別去已經難 重會更艱難 愛火於心間 不冷 情若真 不必苦惱自歎 縱已失去也可再挽 情緣至今未冷 此心托飛雁 那怕悲歡何妨聚散 情緣至今未冷 此心托飛雁 那怕悲歡何妨聚散
youtube: 忘盡心中情 (1982年電視劇《蘇乞兒》主題曲)
未記起從前名字 ...
If the memories are strong, it will never fade.
If the chapter is really that good, why is there then a heaviness?
Let the sands of time be my guide, may my heart be as soft and willing to accept my station in life.
I cannot regret. Neither can I be allowed to remember.
A little poem to read (徐志摩):
再别康橋
Saying Goodbye to Cambridge Again
輕輕的我走了,Lightly I leave,
正如我輕輕的來;
as lightly I came;
我輕輕的招手,
I lightly wave goodbye,
作別西天的雲彩。
to the sunlit clouds in the western sky.
那河畔的金柳,
The golden willows of that riverside,
是夕陽中的新娘;
are brides in the setting sun;
波光裡的艷影,
their glimmering reflections in the water,
在我的心頭蕩漾。
ripple in the depth of my heart.
軟泥上的青荇,
The waterlilies in the soft mud,
油油的在水底招搖;
sway splendidly under the water.
在康河的柔波裡,
In the gentle waves of the Cam,
我甘心做一條水草!
I would be a water plant!
那榆蔭下的一潭,
That pool in the shade of elm trees,
不是清泉,是天上虹;
is not springwater, but a heavenly rainbow;
揉碎在浮藻間,
crumbling amongst the floating grasses,
沉澱著彩虹似的夢。
the settling rainbow seems like a dream.
尋夢?撐一支長篙,
Looking for dreams? Push a punt,
向青草更青處漫溯;
to where the grass is greener still upstream;
滿載一船星輝,
a boat laden with starlight,
在星輝斑斕裡放歌。
singing freely in the glorious light of stars.
但我不能放歌,
But I cannot sing freely,
悄悄是別離的笙簫;
silence is the music of my departure,
夏蟲也為我沉默,
even the summer insects are quiet for me,
沉默是今晚的康橋!
tonight’s Cambridge is silent!
悄悄的我走了,
Quietly I leave,
正如我悄悄的來;
as quietly I came;
我揮一揮衣袖,
I cast my sleeves a little,
不帶走一片雲彩。
not taking even a strand of cloud away.
youtube: 張清芳 - 再別康橋
(2) 偶然 詩:徐志摩 作曲:陳秋霞 演唱:張清芳
youtube: 陈百强 ~ 偏偏喜欢你
youtube: 胭脂扣 梅艷芳
youtube: 梅艷芳 心債 1982
明明用尽了努力 明明事事都不计
为什么万般痴心 都等如枉费
Let this be the closure I have always expected. May all who loved love. I am too old to contemplate again.
youtube: 王靖雯 - 容易受傷的女人
youtube: 蔡楓華 倩影 1981
遙望你倩影經過
看燈飾與夜色輝映
明亮眼眸裡一縷失落
令我眼光不禁追隨
youtube: 徐小鳳 無奈
明白我愿能完全屬你 無奈身不自主
不必再管我 轉身去 縱使捨不得你
youtube: 張德蘭 情義兩心堅 1983
情若真 不必相見恨晚 見到一眼再不慨歎 情義似水逝去 此心托飛雁 遠勝孤單在世間 情若真 不必驚怕聚散 變化轉瞬也應見慣 誰願去揮慧劍 此心托飛雁 縱隔千山亦無間 愛比朝露 未怕短暫 存在兩心堅 情不會淡 別去已經難 重會更艱難 愛火於心間 不冷 情若真 不必苦惱自歎 縱已失去也可再挽 情緣至今未冷 此心托飛雁 那怕悲歡何妨聚散 愛比朝露 未怕短暫 存在兩心堅 情不會淡 別去已經難 重會更艱難 愛火於心間 不冷 情若真 不必苦惱自歎 縱已失去也可再挽 情緣至今未冷 此心托飛雁 那怕悲歡何妨聚散 情緣至今未冷 此心托飛雁 那怕悲歡何妨聚散
youtube: 忘盡心中情 (1982年電視劇《蘇乞兒》主題曲)
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